now is the hour
now is the hour
krystal/kai, pg
au/general, 486w
She feels that kick in her sleep. Her stomach lurches and her eyes shoot open. The weather channel is buzzing in front of her. Jongin's suitcase is zipped open on the polished hardwood. He pads around the room in socks, boxers, and a white dress shirt. He's at war with the purple tie around his neck.
She tosses her head against the satin pillow and runs a hand over her stomach. She’s still in the summer dress her mother forced her to wear when they arrived at the inn hours ago. She assumes that Jongin took the cue to get dressed.
"C'mere." His daze breaks as Krystal beckons him over.
He grins tiredly and leans over to kiss the corner of her mouth. She reaches for his ties, tugs on it, and sighs. He kisses her again, but it still doesn't draw out a smile.
"I didn’t mean to leave you behind,” she mumbles. “Sorry.”
"No. It's okay. I'm here." He watches her brow furrow as she fumbles with the fabric between her fingers.
"Did my parents see you?" She asks and when she finishes, he drops his body to her right on the mattress.
"Uh, no. But I saw them. One of the cooks snuck me through the kitchen," he chuckles and they both look up at the ceiling as if it’s the most fascinating piece of craftsmanship.
A cool draft snakes its way into their room from the window. They faintly hear family members, guests, and the wedding party being ushered into the building. The familiar laughter and ear-piercing shrieks sends an irritated twitch through Krystal’s system.
She cranes her neck, catching his sight in silence. He raises an eyebrow to question her. She shakes her head and he smirks.
They laugh almost sadly.
Clearly, the activity going on three floors below isn’t appealing to them.
“When do you wanna tell them?" He asks as the buzz of the television eases them into conversation.
She huffs. "Never?"
"Krystal."
"I don't know. After the reception?"
"Really. You want to wait until Monday?" While she prefers to take time with announcements, he’s impatient. It’s lousy enough that the Jungs don’t approve of him, but it's not as if she's preparing herself.
She shrugs. "It's Jessica's weekend."
"Exactly. No one gives a shit about us. For now.”
Well put.
He takes her hand after a few beats and they soak in the moment. No one’s harping up their ass about their current housing situation or Jongin’s meaningless hours at work. Their life is on hold for now. Krystal knows she’ll be called back to her bridesmaid duties on the clock, so what’s the harm in taking a moment for themselves? Why not breathe?
“My mother’s gown is gonna take an eye out.”
She’s suppressing a smile, but he laughs anyways.
This time it’s certain.
And it’s not long before she rolls against him to join his hysterics.