Of Motherhood, Sighs and Dysfunctional Families
Title: Of motherhood, sighs and dysfunctional families
Author: moi
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Humor
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Just borrowing~
Summary: "Being a working mother is a hard task," the actress admits to the interviewer, and Kibum emits a long-drawn sigh as he nods at the television. Story of his life.
A/N: Actually, I quite like this piece, I kept giggling while writing it. It's pretty silly, but I hope you enjoy♥
"Being a working mother is a hard task," the actress admits to the interviewer, and Kibum emits a long-drawn sigh as he nods at the television. Story of his life.
To be honest, the moment he was filling out that audition sheet, hands shaky and hair getting in his eyes, he was only thinking of the fame; not the consequences of becoming a part of a band.
Which, actually, seems to have been a key factor to how screwed up his life is at the moment.
See, it's not like Kibum simply tends to care for his bandmates. Kibum is the goddamn mother of a bunch of problematic children.
First off, there's Jonghyun. Jonghyun, who doesn't quite fall into the "son" category, per se, but definitely is problematic. Kibum exhales slowly from his spot on the couch, stare focused at the TV, avoiding Jonghyun's puppy eyes at all costs. Ever since their morning fight (Kibum doesn't really remember over what it was, but he does remember something about cold feet and bites), the other has been trying to reconcile. He gave up sweet-talking a couple of hours ago, and simply opted for following Kibum around. Mentally torturing him. All the time. Kibum? He decided to practice one of the arts the Koreans have mastered the best; boycott.
He's a second away from stealing a glace at Jonghyun, when he suddenly becomes aware of another set of eyes on him. And they're burning. Rotating his head slowly, he catches Minho's stare, as the younger boy seems to be peering over the edge of his book. What the hell. He notices Minho's eyes alternate between him and Jonghyun, the latter not even blinking.
Deciding silent creeps and cheek-puffing puppies are not what he signed up for, Kibum tosses the remote control onto the cushion as he stands up. Throwing a last glance behind him in fear, his feet take him to the kitchen, where he double-locks the door. Watch Jonghyun try to bypass that.
Turning around, he sticks his back to the door, only to face Taemin eating cereal. Without milk. At 6pm.
"Lee Taemin!" he calls, high-pitched and all, and said boy's eyes widen, his back arching in surprise, like a deer caught in the spotlight. "What have I told you about not eating dry cereal in the afternoon?" he chastises him as he walks closer, hands grabbing the bowl and putting it away.
"Jin- Jinki-hyung said it was okay this once!" Taemin defends himself, eyebrows disappearing into his hairline.
Of course. Taemin couldn't have done this on his own. Kibum feels sorry, along with the need to hug the boy, for having yelled at him, now. He's probably the one he's most proud of, anyway (he thinks Taemin could easily become the new Key someday, although the younger's been evolving into a mini-me of Jonghyun, lately).
And then the main door opens, which attracts both males' attention, and Kibum turns to glare at the figure of Jinki at the door frame.
"I'm back!" the oldest announces happily, but drops his grocery bags at the look on Kibum's face. "Bad time?" he asks with an unsure grin, and manages to close the door before starting to shrink back.
"What were you thinking?" Kibums eyes become two fierce lines.
Jinki's grin is fixed there as his stare is directed towards the crumbs on Taemin's shirt and the boy's hurt expression. Oh no.
"I-" he starts off and freezes for a while, which frankly confuses Kibum, who's trying to decipher his actions. Okay, so he's either seriously blacked out, or he's thinking really hard over his next words. "I'm the leader?" Jinki finally finishes after quite the time, and he briefly looks at Taemin, probably for confirmation. "I'm the leader," he repeats, more assured this time.
Kibum's mouth keeps opening and closing, eyes rolling in an excellent display of short-circuiting. This shit is too much for him, he decides, and barely manages to grab his mobile and keys before rushing out of the building for dear life.
------
He's been window shopping for at least two hours, he thinks, and already feels better. He even spotted these amazing red pants, which he is so buying later this week. He's also been recognised by all the random school girls, but at least his hair looks good today, so it's cool.
Until his cell vibrates in his jeans.
Reading the screen, he spends a few minutes trying to decide whether to open Jonghyun's text or not. Which he eventually does, even though he's going to just deny it even arrived, later on.
From: Short Stuff ♥
03-Jan-2010 20:23
Oi mamasita, you comin back anytime soon? Kids are hungry, woman >:(
Kibum only sighs for the upteenth time this day before tucking his mobile back into his pocket, and taking the way back home. He's going to serve food and they will all make up and go to sleep, each in their own beds (or not, depending on Kibum's current views on Jonghyun), only to do everything all over again, the next day.
Being a working mother in a dysfunctional, but loving family is a hard task.
Author: moi
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Humor
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Just borrowing~
Summary: "Being a working mother is a hard task," the actress admits to the interviewer, and Kibum emits a long-drawn sigh as he nods at the television. Story of his life.
A/N: Actually, I quite like this piece, I kept giggling while writing it. It's pretty silly, but I hope you enjoy♥
"Being a working mother is a hard task," the actress admits to the interviewer, and Kibum emits a long-drawn sigh as he nods at the television. Story of his life.
To be honest, the moment he was filling out that audition sheet, hands shaky and hair getting in his eyes, he was only thinking of the fame; not the consequences of becoming a part of a band.
Which, actually, seems to have been a key factor to how screwed up his life is at the moment.
See, it's not like Kibum simply tends to care for his bandmates. Kibum is the goddamn mother of a bunch of problematic children.
First off, there's Jonghyun. Jonghyun, who doesn't quite fall into the "son" category, per se, but definitely is problematic. Kibum exhales slowly from his spot on the couch, stare focused at the TV, avoiding Jonghyun's puppy eyes at all costs. Ever since their morning fight (Kibum doesn't really remember over what it was, but he does remember something about cold feet and bites), the other has been trying to reconcile. He gave up sweet-talking a couple of hours ago, and simply opted for following Kibum around. Mentally torturing him. All the time. Kibum? He decided to practice one of the arts the Koreans have mastered the best; boycott.
He's a second away from stealing a glace at Jonghyun, when he suddenly becomes aware of another set of eyes on him. And they're burning. Rotating his head slowly, he catches Minho's stare, as the younger boy seems to be peering over the edge of his book. What the hell. He notices Minho's eyes alternate between him and Jonghyun, the latter not even blinking.
Deciding silent creeps and cheek-puffing puppies are not what he signed up for, Kibum tosses the remote control onto the cushion as he stands up. Throwing a last glance behind him in fear, his feet take him to the kitchen, where he double-locks the door. Watch Jonghyun try to bypass that.
Turning around, he sticks his back to the door, only to face Taemin eating cereal. Without milk. At 6pm.
"Lee Taemin!" he calls, high-pitched and all, and said boy's eyes widen, his back arching in surprise, like a deer caught in the spotlight. "What have I told you about not eating dry cereal in the afternoon?" he chastises him as he walks closer, hands grabbing the bowl and putting it away.
"Jin- Jinki-hyung said it was okay this once!" Taemin defends himself, eyebrows disappearing into his hairline.
Of course. Taemin couldn't have done this on his own. Kibum feels sorry, along with the need to hug the boy, for having yelled at him, now. He's probably the one he's most proud of, anyway (he thinks Taemin could easily become the new Key someday, although the younger's been evolving into a mini-me of Jonghyun, lately).
And then the main door opens, which attracts both males' attention, and Kibum turns to glare at the figure of Jinki at the door frame.
"I'm back!" the oldest announces happily, but drops his grocery bags at the look on Kibum's face. "Bad time?" he asks with an unsure grin, and manages to close the door before starting to shrink back.
"What were you thinking?" Kibums eyes become two fierce lines.
Jinki's grin is fixed there as his stare is directed towards the crumbs on Taemin's shirt and the boy's hurt expression. Oh no.
"I-" he starts off and freezes for a while, which frankly confuses Kibum, who's trying to decipher his actions. Okay, so he's either seriously blacked out, or he's thinking really hard over his next words. "I'm the leader?" Jinki finally finishes after quite the time, and he briefly looks at Taemin, probably for confirmation. "I'm the leader," he repeats, more assured this time.
Kibum's mouth keeps opening and closing, eyes rolling in an excellent display of short-circuiting. This shit is too much for him, he decides, and barely manages to grab his mobile and keys before rushing out of the building for dear life.
------
He's been window shopping for at least two hours, he thinks, and already feels better. He even spotted these amazing red pants, which he is so buying later this week. He's also been recognised by all the random school girls, but at least his hair looks good today, so it's cool.
Until his cell vibrates in his jeans.
Reading the screen, he spends a few minutes trying to decide whether to open Jonghyun's text or not. Which he eventually does, even though he's going to just deny it even arrived, later on.
From: Short Stuff ♥
03-Jan-2010 20:23
Oi mamasita, you comin back anytime soon? Kids are hungry, woman >:(
Kibum only sighs for the upteenth time this day before tucking his mobile back into his pocket, and taking the way back home. He's going to serve food and they will all make up and go to sleep, each in their own beds (or not, depending on Kibum's current views on Jonghyun), only to do everything all over again, the next day.
Being a working mother in a dysfunctional, but loving family is a hard task.