[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, Family
Rated: PG13
Summary: Kibum had lost everything four years ago, when he had stupidly turned his own self-doubting into a simple action he would regret for the rest of his life. He lost everything...including his husband....
What if there was a way for life to rewind? What if there was a way to start over on a relationship right from the first meeting? What if there was a way to forget every hurt, and to say everything that was left unsaid? What if you were given the chance to love and cherish him forever the way you should have? What if it’s already too late?...
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
Previous Chapters
Day 6:
A/N: The default language in this fanfic (the language the characters are supposed to be speaking) is Korean, unless I specify it as English or they’re talking to someone who you can kind of guess doesn’t know Korean. Hopefully it does’t confuse you--it doesn’t matter too much, since it’s actually all written in English. But incase you were wondering.
What was waiting for him after Kibum’s connecting flight from Honolulu to Hilo, was not exactly what Kibum had expected when he heard the word “Hawaii”. When he heard that he was going to be heading to Hawaii, he of course thought what everyone thinks of when they hear of the tropical paradise: clear blue skies, sunshine, and white sand beaches. What Kibum found, however, were none of those things.
The sky above him was heavy and gray and it looked like it was going to spring a hole at any time and he would soon be soaked if he didn’t find where he was trying to get to soon. Hilo wasn’t a city, like Kibum had expected, just a very busy little town spread out over a large amount of land. There were a lot of bridges, however, and lots of grass and trees. Everything seemed very lush and slightly overgrown due to said rain, and the air was warm and clean feeling despite the heavy clouds in the sky. The town seemed to stretch backwards away from the ocean, stretching in the direction towards the large volcano which he think he was told was a old volcano named Mauna Kea. There were a few people walking down the road Kibum was on (he had asked the airport taxi to let him out, because he had been told the hotel he was going to staying at until he got settled wasn’t far away and he had thought it would be a nice walk) who looked young like students, but wore casual clothes like shorts and ragged sandals, carrying backpacks and talking about some wrestling match that was going to be playing later that night.
Kibum let out his deep breath, and hooked his fingers into the strap of his backpack and began walking slowly down the street, feeling a little at ease with the comfortable atmosphere around him (despite the heavy clouds), listening to the noises of the birds singing and the little bits of chatter he could pick up and fully understand (he wondered for a little while why the English that most of the people walking around him didn’t make sense to him). Perhaps coming to Hawaii, and taking a chance to really change himself wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe in this new place, he could actually find a way to start all over and completely change from the person he was in the past. He wished he could have come here before now. A long time before then. Almost six years ago, before he had even met Minho before. When Minho was nothing but someone he had run into in town and a name he had heard being mentioned at school. Before they had started hanging out together more and more and more, almost addicted to each other’s presence. Before he had fallen for Minho, and before Minho’s arms had ever settled around him. Before he had married Minho, and before he had broken his heart. He wished he could just turn back time, change everything and come here to find a new himself before any of that happened. But Kibum had learned a long time ago: things don’t always happen how you want them to.
With one more soft sigh, and a little but solemn smile coming onto his lips slowly, Kibum glanced back around him and watched everything around him as he continued walking over a large bridge. There were lots of trees, and the birds sang so loudly around him. There was a large park with a bunch of Japanese-styled bridges that stretched in arches over a river, where a few people were paddling. There was a large statue in the middle of the park, with green grass growing all around it, of a strong looking man dressed in a chief’s clothes, stretching his right arm out. Kibum slipped off the sidewalk for a moment to look down at the small plaque next to him and read that he was one of Hawaii’s greatest kings named Kamehameha. Kibum felt strangely at ease as he glanced up and noticed the sun behind the clouds hitting against the golden cape over the king’s shoulders.
Suddenly, however, there was a recognizable noise that caught Kibum’s attention away from the statue. It was a common, familiar noise, and yet it seemed to bring back so many memories of sitting at his husband’s side, complaining about his butt hurting from the bleachers as he watched the game down from where they were in the stadium. It was the loud coach’s whistle as across the street a soccer-practice began taking place.
Kibum found his attention being pulled over to the soccer game as he glanced across the street and noticed the backs of a group of around twelve young looking children beginning to kick the ball weakly between little feet. They looked like they could all be six at the oldest, and yet their coach seemed very passionate to help them learn how to kick properly and make goals as well as defending. Kibum couldn’t see the coach’s face very well from the distance he was at, just short black hair and seemingly toned arms as he ran alongside the toddler that currently had the soccerball, helping him figure out how to dibble the ball between his legs and the legs of the other children, leading him closer and closer to the goal.
Kibum half smiled as he found himself crossing the street that lead the park he was in to the soccer field and ran his hand across the small fence that separated him from the toddlers’ game of soccer. Kibum sighed lightly as he watched the toddler with the ball kick the ball between the other kids to reach the goal with the help of the coach. Everything about the sight in front of him reminded Kibum of Minho so much. Perhaps because it was Minho’s two greatest loves: soccer and children. Kibum secretly wished that Minho could have been still there with him. He knew that the playful other man would have been tempted to jump in there and play with them.
Kibum didn’t really know what he was doing as he walked around the corner of the field until he had reached the opening in the short chain-link fence and slipped into the small parking lot on the side of the field, eyes still glued on the game that was going on around him. He hadn’t realized how intently he was staring at the game, the players, and the legs of the coach (they were pretty much all you could see of the tall man while your eyes were focused on the children’s height), until there was another sudden blow on the whistle from the coach, and Kibum was suddenly snapped back to reality when the coach stopped the game after another goal.
“Alright guys, take a quick break!” That voice......
“No, it’s not, Kibum. Snap out of it...” Kibum whispered to himself as he suddenly felt his heart beating too fast and face heating up as he heard the coach’s voice.
Suddenly, however, Kibum gasped a little as the coach turned around to face him from the other side of the field, walking back towards the other man with a friendly expression, despite the fact he was still too far away to Kibum for him to clearly see his face. That smile.....
Kibum planted his feet in the grass below him and held his breath, silently begging for his heart to stop spasming in his chest, and for his head to stop playing games with him, as the tall man began making his way towards him slowly (but most definitely surely, as Kibum felt his cheeks heating up more and more, heartbeat synced with each step the man took towards him).
“Hello? Is there something I can do for you?” The man in front of Kibum asked calmly in English, as he got within hearing-distance, but was still too far away for Kibum to prove his heart wrong. However, the heavy accent made him doubt himself yet again.
Kibum didn’t say anything, just continued biting his lips as his eyes fell uneasily to the grass below him as the taller man got close to him, not daring to glance up into the other’s face, not daring to let the other clearly see his face, though he was already sure that he had already.
“Annyeonghaseyo,” The calm, friendly and oh-so-painfully-familiar voice suddenly in smooth Korean, causing for Kibum to no longer doubt who was standing in front of him and for his heart to leap into his throat, all until the voice suddenly spoke again. “Can I help you with something? You must be visiting here...are you lost?” The coach spoke again in perfect, natural, native-sounding Korean, tone still bright and happy, despite the fact Kibum was sure he could tell who he was.
Kibum damned himself for wanting to raise his gaze again to meet with the other man’s soft, black, burning eyes, as he already knew that the moment the taller man recognized him he would leave him again, and already positive of the identity of the one in front of him.
However, as curiosity got the better of him as the coach in front of him simply asked him if he was lost again, Kibum lost whatever he was using to fight wanting to look up at the other’s eyes, and forced his chin up a little, eyes falling onto the far too familiar facial features, soft and kind smile, high cheekbones, bright and smoldering eyes, and the small scar under the one of them, Kibum’s breath was kicked out of his chest harshly and tears immediately formed.
No words were exchanged between the two men at first, as they continued staring into each other’s eyes, eyes hungrily scoping over every little detail on the other’s face, hearts both pounding against their chests with such force, they both almost fell forwards immediately (which would have resulted on them falling onto each other), until the taller man finally broke the eye-contact by closing his eyes tightly as if his head had been bitten by something.
Kibum swallowed hard as he noticed the slight look of pain that came onto Minho’s face as the taller man reached up to grasp his forehead a little, shaking his head slightly as if to rid of a head-ache before reopening his eyes and gazing back towards him, causing for the smaller man to immediately look down shamefully, dreading the words of hate or disgust the younger man rightfully should say to him upon their first meeting.
“S-sorry about that...umn, do you need some help in someway? Do you need directions somewhere?” Minho suddenly spoke, seemingly over whatever pain he had been in before, now looking back at the other man in front of him with his friendly smile placed back on his face, as he did when spoke to anyone he didn’t know.
Kibum couldn’t stop his eyes from widening as he heard the younger man’s words, and quickly snapped his head up, staring at the other with curious eyes. “M-mworago?” He asked quietly, hardly believing the other’s words, or the equally friendly smile on the other man’s face as it had been when he had first greeted him.
Minho paused a little, slightly confused by the other’s question before looking back at him. “I was wondering if you were lost by any chance. You’ve been watching my team for a while, and looked a little like you didn’t know where you were going, and kind of like you needed a little help. Do you need directions somewhere?” He asked slowly after a moment, rubbing the side of his neck as he had always done before when he was slightly nervous, unsure or embarrassed. There was no doubt in Kibum’s confused mind that this was Minho. This man in front of him being Minho was the only thing Kibum wasn’t doubting at this point.
Kibum didn’t exactly know why tears pushed themselves into his eyes harshly when he heard Minho’s unfazed words, and how the taller man didn’t react in the slightest to his presence. It was as if he was pretending that he didn’t even remember his existence. As if they had never met, were never best friends, were never married, had never even known of each other’s beings.
“You....don’t recognize me, Minho-yah?” Kibum found himself all-but-whispering out quietly, looking up at the taller man with a devastated expression on his face. Being yelled at and hated had to have been better than Minho pretending he didn’t know he had even existed.
Minho paused and was silent for a long moment as he gazed down into the smaller man’s eyes intently, despite his furrowed brow and confused eyes. Why was his breath so thick the moment he began talking to this man? Why was his heart racing and ramming against his chest as if trying to escape his ribs? Why did his head began to pound the moment he laid eyes on the beautiful man in front of him. Wait...beautiful? Why, did the moment that he suddenly noticed the tears pooling in the shorter man’s large, bright eyes staring up at him...was he so tempted to kiss them all away, holding the other boy close to himself, promising him any and everything until those tears went away?
“Recognize you...? I...no....I’m sorry. Have...we met before?” Minho finally found his voice enough to speak, looking at the shorter man with confused but soft eyes.
Every emotion possible suddenly hit Kibum harshly in one blow as he heard his ex-husband’s words. Shock, disbelieve, pain, sorrow, regret, guilt, remorse, and yet...somehow thankfulness. It was all too much. Way too much. Too much for his heart to take and the next thing he saw was darkness.
“Hey, Hyung, you don’t look so good...Hyung, are you okay? Hyun--wa-wait!” Minho stuttered slowly at first, before the crying boy in front of him suddenly lost strength and flopped forwards, bound to hit the ground if not for Minho jumping in front of him as quickly as possible to stop the impact.
Minho blinked with confusion as he found himself suddenly sitting on the grass, a collapsed yet strangely beautiful man passed-out senselessly against his chest and in his lap, the man’s tears pressed lightly against his jersey enough for them to be gently dried without Minho trying, the other man’s arms, despite his knocked-out state, somehow wrapped around his waist.
Suddenly, something soft and lightly fell onto his shoulder, causing for Minho to glance away from the smaller man’s porcelain face for the first time since he had gotten close enough to him to really notice the other’s features, and turn his gaze back to the little face that appeared next to him.
“Coach, who’s this uncle....?” The little voice of the young child standing next to Minho’s side as he stared down at the knocked-out delicate looking man that was currently flopped down into the other man’s lap.
Minho cleared his throat as he remembered the small group of children behind him, staring at him with curious eyes, wondering what was going on, and why their coach suddenly had a man sleeping in his lap. “I...don’t know....” He muttered quietly in English to the kid next to him before glancing back over his shoulder towards the group of kids next to him, Coach mind-set coming back into play.
“Yoogeun-ah, can you please go get my jacket and water bottle out of my car for me?” He called in English over his shoulder, causing for the shortest kid there to look up before nodding quickly and running over to where the cars were parked. “Kaleo, Keali’i, do you guys mind moving your backpacks off the bench so that I can set him down?” He asked, as the two boy’s moved to get their bags off of the bench.
Minho glanced back towards the man’s delicate and yet beautiful face as he slowly moved a little to get his feet back on the ground, standing up and easily taking the smaller man in his arms to walk him over the bench, while the remaining kids followed after him quickly, little eyes bright and curious about the uncle their coach was carrying carefully in in his arms.
“Eh~ Coach, who dat Uncle? He was staring at us like crazy befoa.” One of the kids asked, following after Minho quickly, as he jumped up and down to catch glances of the man in his coach’s arms.
Minho only shook his head slowly, not finding words to speak as his eyes gently glanced over the smaller man’s face again. Something about him...maybe his cheekbones, maybe his feline eyes, maybe the curve of his lips, seemed so familiar, and yet, he had now idea how he would have met him before without remembering him. Besides, the other man even knew his name. How could he have ever met this guy before if he had absolutely no memory of it? Surely he would have remembered such a beautiful and pure looking face...
“The jacket,”
Minho snapped out of it the most he could and quickly looked back up, looking away from the smaller man’s face again. “Ou, Yoogeun-ah, gomawo....” He muttered absently, as he took his jacket and water bottle from the boy’s little hands, after setting Kibum down as gently as he could on the bench, setting his head carefully on Yoogeun’s backpack, draping his jacket over him and setting the water bottle next to him.
“There...he should become more comfortable like this...” He muttered to himself, as he glanced over the sleeping man one more time before turning his attention back towards his team as he remembered that practice was almost over.
“Sorry guys, for cutting practice short, but it’s pretty much over now. Go get your stuffs together so when your parents come to get you guys you’re ready, alright? Good job today guys! You’re all getting so good! We’ll all have one party when this is over, okay?” He said brightly, smiling at his team who were all still concentrated on Kibum, until they heard the party idea and cheered loudly.
As everyone ran off towards their own cars or to get their backpacks, Minho turned his gaze back towards the man sleeping on the bench next to him. “Aish, really, what am I going to do with him?” He muttered quietly, before feeling another’s presence next to him still.
“Oh, Yoogeun-ah, what is it? Why didn’t you go wash up with everyone else?” Minho asked quietly in Korean again, as he glanced over his shoulder at noticed the little boy standing next to him whose eyes were focused on the sleeping man in front of them.
“Is Ajussi Korean too?” The little boy asked as he looked closer at the sleeping Kibum’s face, sticking his lips out a little as the little boy liked to do when he thought.
Minho nodded slowly before glancing back towards Kibum again. “Yae. He spoke Korean to me before he passed out, and seems to know me....yet I can’t remember him.” He muttered, more to himself than the little boy next to him, before he remembered the little one and smiled at him lightly, messily up his long black-brown hair gently.
“Yoogeun-ah, do you think you can call your eomma and ask her to pick you up from practice today? I have to go and help Ajussi get somewhere safe where he can stay if he doesn’t wake up soon.” He said quietly, but felt terrible as the little boy only looked back at him with a large pout on his face.
“But you promised you’d take me home today! Eomma is working, and she’ll scold and punish us both if we interrupt her! Take me with you, I can help you take Ajussi to a hotel!” The little boy whined at first, but then turned towards Minho with his bright little smile, melting the man into simply nodding, hugging the little one close for a moment.
“Arasso, arasso. Ka ja. You can help me open up the truck’s doors so I can set Ajussi inside.” He answered, smiling lightly as the little boy smiled happily and nodded, running over to the truck door and opening it quickly.
With one more glance towards Kibum’s face, eyes slowly scanning over every little detail of the other man, Minho let out a quiet breath as he slipped his arms under and around the smaller man’s delicate frame and lifted him slowly. He was so frail and light, it was if he barely ate, and for some reason, Minho felt himself getting this sudden want to feed the other man and take care of him.
Minho didn’t understand. Ever since he had first laid eyes on the other man, he had been filled with so many feelings and wants that he couldn’t explain it. Something inside of him seemed to beg him to take care of and nurture the other man, even when he had never met him before in his life. He felt so familiar with the other man, and the feeling of him in his arms as he carried him towards his truck felt so--right. Almost like he had done it so many times in his life. He couldn’t understand. Couldn’t understand what was so familiar or captivating about this man, or why his head began hurting harshly ever since he had laid eyes on him. And yet, he kind of didn’t mind it. Kind of wanted to stay near the other man.....
A/N: How was this chapter? Was it better? I really hope so. I worked hard on this one. xP Is the story more interesting than before? Oh, by the way, i added a new genre to this: Family. Kekeke... Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I really hope you enjoy this fanfiction. I don't feel too confident with it so far, but I hope that it gets better. And you know, comments help me a ton. Comments are my friend.......xD (Sorry if any of the language stuffs confused you guys. As well as the purposeful bad grammer: ex: "Throw one party", the "one" is supposed to be in there. It's a way of speaking in Hawaii. You'll probably hear it a lot in this fic. Anyways.....i really hope you liked this! THANKS FOR READING! I love you guys, seriously!
Couple: MinKey/Broken!MinKey, cheating/bff!JongKey, side!JongYu, MinhoxYuri (blegh...)
Genre: AU, Romance, Angst, Family
Rated: PG13
Summary: Kibum had lost everything four years ago, when he had stupidly turned his own self-doubting into a simple action he would regret for the rest of his life. He lost everything...including his husband....
What if there was a way for life to rewind? What if there was a way to start over on a relationship right from the first meeting? What if there was a way to forget every hurt, and to say everything that was left unsaid? What if you were given the chance to love and cherish him forever the way you should have? What if it’s already too late?...
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
Previous Chapters
Day 6:
A/N: The default language in this fanfic (the language the characters are supposed to be speaking) is Korean, unless I specify it as English or they’re talking to someone who you can kind of guess doesn’t know Korean. Hopefully it does’t confuse you--it doesn’t matter too much, since it’s actually all written in English. But incase you were wondering.
What was waiting for him after Kibum’s connecting flight from Honolulu to Hilo, was not exactly what Kibum had expected when he heard the word “Hawaii”. When he heard that he was going to be heading to Hawaii, he of course thought what everyone thinks of when they hear of the tropical paradise: clear blue skies, sunshine, and white sand beaches. What Kibum found, however, were none of those things.
The sky above him was heavy and gray and it looked like it was going to spring a hole at any time and he would soon be soaked if he didn’t find where he was trying to get to soon. Hilo wasn’t a city, like Kibum had expected, just a very busy little town spread out over a large amount of land. There were a lot of bridges, however, and lots of grass and trees. Everything seemed very lush and slightly overgrown due to said rain, and the air was warm and clean feeling despite the heavy clouds in the sky. The town seemed to stretch backwards away from the ocean, stretching in the direction towards the large volcano which he think he was told was a old volcano named Mauna Kea. There were a few people walking down the road Kibum was on (he had asked the airport taxi to let him out, because he had been told the hotel he was going to staying at until he got settled wasn’t far away and he had thought it would be a nice walk) who looked young like students, but wore casual clothes like shorts and ragged sandals, carrying backpacks and talking about some wrestling match that was going to be playing later that night.
Kibum let out his deep breath, and hooked his fingers into the strap of his backpack and began walking slowly down the street, feeling a little at ease with the comfortable atmosphere around him (despite the heavy clouds), listening to the noises of the birds singing and the little bits of chatter he could pick up and fully understand (he wondered for a little while why the English that most of the people walking around him didn’t make sense to him). Perhaps coming to Hawaii, and taking a chance to really change himself wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe in this new place, he could actually find a way to start all over and completely change from the person he was in the past. He wished he could have come here before now. A long time before then. Almost six years ago, before he had even met Minho before. When Minho was nothing but someone he had run into in town and a name he had heard being mentioned at school. Before they had started hanging out together more and more and more, almost addicted to each other’s presence. Before he had fallen for Minho, and before Minho’s arms had ever settled around him. Before he had married Minho, and before he had broken his heart. He wished he could just turn back time, change everything and come here to find a new himself before any of that happened. But Kibum had learned a long time ago: things don’t always happen how you want them to.
With one more soft sigh, and a little but solemn smile coming onto his lips slowly, Kibum glanced back around him and watched everything around him as he continued walking over a large bridge. There were lots of trees, and the birds sang so loudly around him. There was a large park with a bunch of Japanese-styled bridges that stretched in arches over a river, where a few people were paddling. There was a large statue in the middle of the park, with green grass growing all around it, of a strong looking man dressed in a chief’s clothes, stretching his right arm out. Kibum slipped off the sidewalk for a moment to look down at the small plaque next to him and read that he was one of Hawaii’s greatest kings named Kamehameha. Kibum felt strangely at ease as he glanced up and noticed the sun behind the clouds hitting against the golden cape over the king’s shoulders.
Suddenly, however, there was a recognizable noise that caught Kibum’s attention away from the statue. It was a common, familiar noise, and yet it seemed to bring back so many memories of sitting at his husband’s side, complaining about his butt hurting from the bleachers as he watched the game down from where they were in the stadium. It was the loud coach’s whistle as across the street a soccer-practice began taking place.
Kibum found his attention being pulled over to the soccer game as he glanced across the street and noticed the backs of a group of around twelve young looking children beginning to kick the ball weakly between little feet. They looked like they could all be six at the oldest, and yet their coach seemed very passionate to help them learn how to kick properly and make goals as well as defending. Kibum couldn’t see the coach’s face very well from the distance he was at, just short black hair and seemingly toned arms as he ran alongside the toddler that currently had the soccerball, helping him figure out how to dibble the ball between his legs and the legs of the other children, leading him closer and closer to the goal.
Kibum half smiled as he found himself crossing the street that lead the park he was in to the soccer field and ran his hand across the small fence that separated him from the toddlers’ game of soccer. Kibum sighed lightly as he watched the toddler with the ball kick the ball between the other kids to reach the goal with the help of the coach. Everything about the sight in front of him reminded Kibum of Minho so much. Perhaps because it was Minho’s two greatest loves: soccer and children. Kibum secretly wished that Minho could have been still there with him. He knew that the playful other man would have been tempted to jump in there and play with them.
Kibum didn’t really know what he was doing as he walked around the corner of the field until he had reached the opening in the short chain-link fence and slipped into the small parking lot on the side of the field, eyes still glued on the game that was going on around him. He hadn’t realized how intently he was staring at the game, the players, and the legs of the coach (they were pretty much all you could see of the tall man while your eyes were focused on the children’s height), until there was another sudden blow on the whistle from the coach, and Kibum was suddenly snapped back to reality when the coach stopped the game after another goal.
“Alright guys, take a quick break!” That voice......
“No, it’s not, Kibum. Snap out of it...” Kibum whispered to himself as he suddenly felt his heart beating too fast and face heating up as he heard the coach’s voice.
Suddenly, however, Kibum gasped a little as the coach turned around to face him from the other side of the field, walking back towards the other man with a friendly expression, despite the fact he was still too far away to Kibum for him to clearly see his face. That smile.....
Kibum planted his feet in the grass below him and held his breath, silently begging for his heart to stop spasming in his chest, and for his head to stop playing games with him, as the tall man began making his way towards him slowly (but most definitely surely, as Kibum felt his cheeks heating up more and more, heartbeat synced with each step the man took towards him).
“Hello? Is there something I can do for you?” The man in front of Kibum asked calmly in English, as he got within hearing-distance, but was still too far away for Kibum to prove his heart wrong. However, the heavy accent made him doubt himself yet again.
Kibum didn’t say anything, just continued biting his lips as his eyes fell uneasily to the grass below him as the taller man got close to him, not daring to glance up into the other’s face, not daring to let the other clearly see his face, though he was already sure that he had already.
“Annyeonghaseyo,” The calm, friendly and oh-so-painfully-familiar voice suddenly in smooth Korean, causing for Kibum to no longer doubt who was standing in front of him and for his heart to leap into his throat, all until the voice suddenly spoke again. “Can I help you with something? You must be visiting here...are you lost?” The coach spoke again in perfect, natural, native-sounding Korean, tone still bright and happy, despite the fact Kibum was sure he could tell who he was.
Kibum damned himself for wanting to raise his gaze again to meet with the other man’s soft, black, burning eyes, as he already knew that the moment the taller man recognized him he would leave him again, and already positive of the identity of the one in front of him.
However, as curiosity got the better of him as the coach in front of him simply asked him if he was lost again, Kibum lost whatever he was using to fight wanting to look up at the other’s eyes, and forced his chin up a little, eyes falling onto the far too familiar facial features, soft and kind smile, high cheekbones, bright and smoldering eyes, and the small scar under the one of them, Kibum’s breath was kicked out of his chest harshly and tears immediately formed.
No words were exchanged between the two men at first, as they continued staring into each other’s eyes, eyes hungrily scoping over every little detail on the other’s face, hearts both pounding against their chests with such force, they both almost fell forwards immediately (which would have resulted on them falling onto each other), until the taller man finally broke the eye-contact by closing his eyes tightly as if his head had been bitten by something.
Kibum swallowed hard as he noticed the slight look of pain that came onto Minho’s face as the taller man reached up to grasp his forehead a little, shaking his head slightly as if to rid of a head-ache before reopening his eyes and gazing back towards him, causing for the smaller man to immediately look down shamefully, dreading the words of hate or disgust the younger man rightfully should say to him upon their first meeting.
“S-sorry about that...umn, do you need some help in someway? Do you need directions somewhere?” Minho suddenly spoke, seemingly over whatever pain he had been in before, now looking back at the other man in front of him with his friendly smile placed back on his face, as he did when spoke to anyone he didn’t know.
Kibum couldn’t stop his eyes from widening as he heard the younger man’s words, and quickly snapped his head up, staring at the other with curious eyes. “M-mworago?” He asked quietly, hardly believing the other’s words, or the equally friendly smile on the other man’s face as it had been when he had first greeted him.
Minho paused a little, slightly confused by the other’s question before looking back at him. “I was wondering if you were lost by any chance. You’ve been watching my team for a while, and looked a little like you didn’t know where you were going, and kind of like you needed a little help. Do you need directions somewhere?” He asked slowly after a moment, rubbing the side of his neck as he had always done before when he was slightly nervous, unsure or embarrassed. There was no doubt in Kibum’s confused mind that this was Minho. This man in front of him being Minho was the only thing Kibum wasn’t doubting at this point.
Kibum didn’t exactly know why tears pushed themselves into his eyes harshly when he heard Minho’s unfazed words, and how the taller man didn’t react in the slightest to his presence. It was as if he was pretending that he didn’t even remember his existence. As if they had never met, were never best friends, were never married, had never even known of each other’s beings.
“You....don’t recognize me, Minho-yah?” Kibum found himself all-but-whispering out quietly, looking up at the taller man with a devastated expression on his face. Being yelled at and hated had to have been better than Minho pretending he didn’t know he had even existed.
Minho paused and was silent for a long moment as he gazed down into the smaller man’s eyes intently, despite his furrowed brow and confused eyes. Why was his breath so thick the moment he began talking to this man? Why was his heart racing and ramming against his chest as if trying to escape his ribs? Why did his head began to pound the moment he laid eyes on the beautiful man in front of him. Wait...beautiful? Why, did the moment that he suddenly noticed the tears pooling in the shorter man’s large, bright eyes staring up at him...was he so tempted to kiss them all away, holding the other boy close to himself, promising him any and everything until those tears went away?
“Recognize you...? I...no....I’m sorry. Have...we met before?” Minho finally found his voice enough to speak, looking at the shorter man with confused but soft eyes.
Every emotion possible suddenly hit Kibum harshly in one blow as he heard his ex-husband’s words. Shock, disbelieve, pain, sorrow, regret, guilt, remorse, and yet...somehow thankfulness. It was all too much. Way too much. Too much for his heart to take and the next thing he saw was darkness.
“Hey, Hyung, you don’t look so good...Hyung, are you okay? Hyun--wa-wait!” Minho stuttered slowly at first, before the crying boy in front of him suddenly lost strength and flopped forwards, bound to hit the ground if not for Minho jumping in front of him as quickly as possible to stop the impact.
Minho blinked with confusion as he found himself suddenly sitting on the grass, a collapsed yet strangely beautiful man passed-out senselessly against his chest and in his lap, the man’s tears pressed lightly against his jersey enough for them to be gently dried without Minho trying, the other man’s arms, despite his knocked-out state, somehow wrapped around his waist.
Suddenly, something soft and lightly fell onto his shoulder, causing for Minho to glance away from the smaller man’s porcelain face for the first time since he had gotten close enough to him to really notice the other’s features, and turn his gaze back to the little face that appeared next to him.
“Coach, who’s this uncle....?” The little voice of the young child standing next to Minho’s side as he stared down at the knocked-out delicate looking man that was currently flopped down into the other man’s lap.
Minho cleared his throat as he remembered the small group of children behind him, staring at him with curious eyes, wondering what was going on, and why their coach suddenly had a man sleeping in his lap. “I...don’t know....” He muttered quietly in English to the kid next to him before glancing back over his shoulder towards the group of kids next to him, Coach mind-set coming back into play.
“Yoogeun-ah, can you please go get my jacket and water bottle out of my car for me?” He called in English over his shoulder, causing for the shortest kid there to look up before nodding quickly and running over to where the cars were parked. “Kaleo, Keali’i, do you guys mind moving your backpacks off the bench so that I can set him down?” He asked, as the two boy’s moved to get their bags off of the bench.
Minho glanced back towards the man’s delicate and yet beautiful face as he slowly moved a little to get his feet back on the ground, standing up and easily taking the smaller man in his arms to walk him over the bench, while the remaining kids followed after him quickly, little eyes bright and curious about the uncle their coach was carrying carefully in in his arms.
“Eh~ Coach, who dat Uncle? He was staring at us like crazy befoa.” One of the kids asked, following after Minho quickly, as he jumped up and down to catch glances of the man in his coach’s arms.
Minho only shook his head slowly, not finding words to speak as his eyes gently glanced over the smaller man’s face again. Something about him...maybe his cheekbones, maybe his feline eyes, maybe the curve of his lips, seemed so familiar, and yet, he had now idea how he would have met him before without remembering him. Besides, the other man even knew his name. How could he have ever met this guy before if he had absolutely no memory of it? Surely he would have remembered such a beautiful and pure looking face...
“The jacket,”
Minho snapped out of it the most he could and quickly looked back up, looking away from the smaller man’s face again. “Ou, Yoogeun-ah, gomawo....” He muttered absently, as he took his jacket and water bottle from the boy’s little hands, after setting Kibum down as gently as he could on the bench, setting his head carefully on Yoogeun’s backpack, draping his jacket over him and setting the water bottle next to him.
“There...he should become more comfortable like this...” He muttered to himself, as he glanced over the sleeping man one more time before turning his attention back towards his team as he remembered that practice was almost over.
“Sorry guys, for cutting practice short, but it’s pretty much over now. Go get your stuffs together so when your parents come to get you guys you’re ready, alright? Good job today guys! You’re all getting so good! We’ll all have one party when this is over, okay?” He said brightly, smiling at his team who were all still concentrated on Kibum, until they heard the party idea and cheered loudly.
As everyone ran off towards their own cars or to get their backpacks, Minho turned his gaze back towards the man sleeping on the bench next to him. “Aish, really, what am I going to do with him?” He muttered quietly, before feeling another’s presence next to him still.
“Oh, Yoogeun-ah, what is it? Why didn’t you go wash up with everyone else?” Minho asked quietly in Korean again, as he glanced over his shoulder at noticed the little boy standing next to him whose eyes were focused on the sleeping man in front of them.
“Is Ajussi Korean too?” The little boy asked as he looked closer at the sleeping Kibum’s face, sticking his lips out a little as the little boy liked to do when he thought.
Minho nodded slowly before glancing back towards Kibum again. “Yae. He spoke Korean to me before he passed out, and seems to know me....yet I can’t remember him.” He muttered, more to himself than the little boy next to him, before he remembered the little one and smiled at him lightly, messily up his long black-brown hair gently.
“Yoogeun-ah, do you think you can call your eomma and ask her to pick you up from practice today? I have to go and help Ajussi get somewhere safe where he can stay if he doesn’t wake up soon.” He said quietly, but felt terrible as the little boy only looked back at him with a large pout on his face.
“But you promised you’d take me home today! Eomma is working, and she’ll scold and punish us both if we interrupt her! Take me with you, I can help you take Ajussi to a hotel!” The little boy whined at first, but then turned towards Minho with his bright little smile, melting the man into simply nodding, hugging the little one close for a moment.
“Arasso, arasso. Ka ja. You can help me open up the truck’s doors so I can set Ajussi inside.” He answered, smiling lightly as the little boy smiled happily and nodded, running over to the truck door and opening it quickly.
With one more glance towards Kibum’s face, eyes slowly scanning over every little detail of the other man, Minho let out a quiet breath as he slipped his arms under and around the smaller man’s delicate frame and lifted him slowly. He was so frail and light, it was if he barely ate, and for some reason, Minho felt himself getting this sudden want to feed the other man and take care of him.
Minho didn’t understand. Ever since he had first laid eyes on the other man, he had been filled with so many feelings and wants that he couldn’t explain it. Something inside of him seemed to beg him to take care of and nurture the other man, even when he had never met him before in his life. He felt so familiar with the other man, and the feeling of him in his arms as he carried him towards his truck felt so--right. Almost like he had done it so many times in his life. He couldn’t understand. Couldn’t understand what was so familiar or captivating about this man, or why his head began hurting harshly ever since he had laid eyes on him. And yet, he kind of didn’t mind it. Kind of wanted to stay near the other man.....
A/N: How was this chapter? Was it better? I really hope so. I worked hard on this one. xP Is the story more interesting than before? Oh, by the way, i added a new genre to this: Family. Kekeke... Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I really hope you enjoy this fanfiction. I don't feel too confident with it so far, but I hope that it gets better. And you know, comments help me a ton. Comments are my friend.......xD (Sorry if any of the language stuffs confused you guys. As well as the purposeful bad grammer: ex: "Throw one party", the "one" is supposed to be in there. It's a way of speaking in Hawaii. You'll probably hear it a lot in this fic. Anyways.....i really hope you liked this! THANKS FOR READING! I love you guys, seriously!