Title: Don't You Worry Child (heaven's got a plan for you)
Rating: PG
Pairing: KiHae
Genre: Drabble
Synopsis: Donghae was the only person Kibum knew that would apologize for crying.
A/N: I was watching Attack on the Pin Up Boys and I got KiHae feels, okay?
Kibum scrunched his nose as he erased another entire measure -- after much thought, he realized that his entire song didn't make much sense. He was probably biting off a lot more than he could chew by offering to help write Leeteuk's radio jingle, but he had promised, and he had to get it done.
Just as he'd had a musical breakthrough, scribbling down note after note, he heard a noise, and not one he usually heard. It sounded like someone crying, and that worried him, but it sounded like Donghae crying, which worried him even more. It seemed to be coming from his room down the hall, so he dropped his pencil and tentatively made his way to Donghae's room.
The door was slightly askew, so he knocked quietly and said, "Donghae?" When he got no answer other than sniffles, he opened the door and walked in.
"Kibum, I -- I'm sorry," Donghae said, trying to wipe his tears before Kibum caught a glimpse. Donghae was the only person Kibum knew that would apologize for crying. He sat down on the floor next to where Donghae was sitting, back up against the bed, and put an arm around his shoulders.
"What's the matter, Donghae?" he asked softly, using his thumb to wipe a tear rolling down Donghae's cheek.
Donghae exhaled with a shaky breath, and rested his head against Kibum's chest, an arm around him. "I just... I got sad, thinking about my mom."
"Ah."
You see, things had been hard for the both of them, but particularly hard for Donghae. They had just recently decided that they were in fact in a relationship, and their whole 'acceptance phase' wasn't entirely over. Yes, they knew they were in love with eachother, there was no questioning that. The feelings were there, and the physical attraction was there. Though, Donghae was having difficulties getting rid of the guilt, like he was doing something wrong.
Both Donghae and Kibum came from a religious upbringing. Kibum wasn't all that into religion, but he went to church and did whatever his parents had told him to. Donghae, on the other hand, had strong faith. Kibum couldn't count how many times Donghae asked him if he was going to hell, if he was a sinner.
Then there was Donghae's mother, a woman he relied on so much. After his father's death, his mother was his main foundation, the last thing that kept him stable. Donghae felt the pressure to be a perfect son.
"She's all I have, Kibum," he sobbed into his chest, gripping the fabric of Kibum's shirt tightly. "She's all that's left, of my family, of my father. I can't let her down."
Donghae had brought it up countless times, of just wanting to tell his mother and get it over with. Kibum agreed to tell his parents if Donghae did, but they never got around to it. Apparently, it had been on Donghae's mind more than Kibum's.
"You don't have to tell her yet," Kibum said, running his fingers through Donghae's hair. "Hell, we can tell her together when you want to." He threaded their fingers together.
"If she hates me, I have nothing," Donghae said, voice fragile and weak.
"You have me," Kibum said in a hushed tone. "You'll always have me."
"I'm sorry," Donghae said, burying his face in his chest. "I'm so sorry, and I love you, and --"
"Look at me, Lee Donghae," Kibum said, holding Donghae's face in his hands. Donghae's eyes were wet with tears, and he was biting his lip. It was so weird to see him so vulnerable, in such a state as this because Donghae was usually so happy, so bright. "It's okay, everything is gonna be okay." He pressed a kiss to Donghae's cheek. "I promise you, babe, everything will be okay."
"Kibum," Donghae said, pulling him into a bone crushing hug, but the sentiment was still there, Kibum knew.
Kibum said 'I love you' like it was his mantra, 'it's gonna be okay' like a pledge. Even after Donghae smiled at him, thanked him for being at his side and he was able to walk away, he still felt it.
He smiled through the tears threatening to fall as he sat back down at the table.
It was going to be okay. Right?