Bare Necessities
Title: Bare Necessities
Author: moi
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Vignette
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Just borrowing~
Summary: Jonghyun can't cook, repair a car or save the world, but his arms are wide enough to hold him when he needs it, and that's all Kibum asks for.
A/N: This was written purely to distract me from finishing another fic, but I guess I'm fond of it. Hope you enjoy this short, but hopefully readable, nonsense.
Jonghyun can't cook, repair a car or save the world, but his arms are wide enough to hold him when he needs it, and that's all Kibum asks for.
He's not always glorious; he may shine and smile and make a fuss, but sometimes empires fall, too. It's not like he's depressed or unsatisfied with his life, by any means. He's just a human, though, and that reassures him he has all the rights to feel blue from time to time. To be insecure.
And at times like this, when Kibum doubts all facts, feelings and truths, his knees aren't really that stable and his fingers can't fully interact with objects. He can sit on a chair, though, hide his hands under a table, and all will be good, while his insides tremble. There's a flaw in his plans, however, a flaw he's not sure if he wants to fix, and Jonghyun always seems to spot it.
Because when the older looks into his eyes, it's Kibum he sees, not Key, and that alone tells him things no words can express.
Words that fall from Kibum's lips.
"Hold me?" he asks with a weak smile, trying to contradict the fact that his eyes are welling up, and Jonghyun's mouth breaks into an arch.
He doesn't respond verbally, doesn't need to. Instead, he only wraps two arms around the other's frame, fingers soothing stubborn knots on his back, and Kibum buries his face into a familiar neck.
Jonghyun can't cook, repair a car or save the world, but he accepts the wetness of salty tears and muffled whimpers, and that's all he needs to feel important.
Author: moi
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Vignette
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Just borrowing~
Summary: Jonghyun can't cook, repair a car or save the world, but his arms are wide enough to hold him when he needs it, and that's all Kibum asks for.
A/N: This was written purely to distract me from finishing another fic, but I guess I'm fond of it. Hope you enjoy this short, but hopefully readable, nonsense.
Jonghyun can't cook, repair a car or save the world, but his arms are wide enough to hold him when he needs it, and that's all Kibum asks for.
He's not always glorious; he may shine and smile and make a fuss, but sometimes empires fall, too. It's not like he's depressed or unsatisfied with his life, by any means. He's just a human, though, and that reassures him he has all the rights to feel blue from time to time. To be insecure.
And at times like this, when Kibum doubts all facts, feelings and truths, his knees aren't really that stable and his fingers can't fully interact with objects. He can sit on a chair, though, hide his hands under a table, and all will be good, while his insides tremble. There's a flaw in his plans, however, a flaw he's not sure if he wants to fix, and Jonghyun always seems to spot it.
Because when the older looks into his eyes, it's Kibum he sees, not Key, and that alone tells him things no words can express.
Words that fall from Kibum's lips.
"Hold me?" he asks with a weak smile, trying to contradict the fact that his eyes are welling up, and Jonghyun's mouth breaks into an arch.
He doesn't respond verbally, doesn't need to. Instead, he only wraps two arms around the other's frame, fingers soothing stubborn knots on his back, and Kibum buries his face into a familiar neck.
Jonghyun can't cook, repair a car or save the world, but he accepts the wetness of salty tears and muffled whimpers, and that's all he needs to feel important.