A Matter of Balance (Drabble)
Pairing: domestic!JongKey
Rating: PG
Genre: tooth-rotting Fluff
Summary:He’s all too used to this type of scene, but it's a bit different this time around.
A/N: I know, another one. This takes place about three years after A Matter of Linguistics ( Part 2, Part 3) and is of course inspired by Hello Baby Ep.2 and the decor, by this. Again, this basically came out of nowhere (and I hope it isn’t too cheesy)!
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It’s a struggle to open the dressing room’s door, both of Kibum’s hands being quite busy. He wants to curse the slippery round knob but knows better given the present company, so he spends almost a full minute half-crouched by the door before someone finally notices him and kindly opens it for him. He smiles his thanks and steps inside before leaning back against the door to shut it with his back. The little boy perched on his left hip suddenly becomes restless when he sees a certain someone sitting in front a wide mirror at the other end of the cramped and busy room. Kibum carefully kneels onto the floor to set him down and, surely enough, the toddler is off running towards his (other) father not a second later.
Jonghyun stands up and pulls him into his arms as soon as he reaches him, tossing him up and down a few times until the little boy is laughing heartily. He holds him close afterwards and touches their noses together before placing a wet kiss to his cheek. Kibum simply watches near the door, giving into a smile when Jonghyun looks up and finds him there.
He walks up to Jonghyun and he knows people might be watching, but he’s learned not to care anymore. The elder’s smile softens as he wraps his free arm around Kibum and kisses his temple. The baby girl in Kibum’s right arm reaches out to him as he does so and manages to grip the stark white collar of Jonghyun’s dress shirt; Kibum gently pries her little fist away from the fabric and pats it until it rests flat once more, albeit a bit crinkled. Jonghyun quickly dives in to kiss her on the forehead in turn.
“How did you get here?” the elder asks, because even if it isn’t their first backstage visit, he hadn’t been expecting them that day.
“My meeting ended early so I picked them up from Taemin’s and he drove us here,” Kibum explains, shifting their daughter onto his other arm to catch his backpack’s strap before it slides off his shoulder completely.
“Your meeting with the other stylists?”
“Hmm,” Kibum hums, but it almost turns into a moan when Jonghyun kisses him on the lips and presses up against his side.
“Thank you.” He feels Jonghyun breathe the two words onto his lips.
“For what?” he whispers back, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He kisses Jonghyun again before he even has time to answer.
“For coming,” the elder says simply and Kibum rolls his eyes, mostly because he knows how it humours Jonghyun.
The singer pats him on the waist before heading back to his chair, where an impatient makeup artist awaits. He settles Myungki on his lap but the three-year-old doesn’t stay put for long; he’s bustling around the dressing room and bumping into people’s legs before either of his fathers can catch him.
“I’ll handle her,” Jonghyun says, cradling the baby girl as Kibum hands her over. “Go show him around.”
Kibum twirls a finger around one of the little girl’s pigtails and sets his bag down before rushing over to their son, surprising him from behind. He lifts him up high, adding his own swooshing sound effect and places him on his forearm, snug against his chest. He waves to the others and steps into the busy hallway. He’s all too used to this type of scene; he eases through the crowd of idols, managers, technicians and stylists, eventually reaching a large door above which a sign reads “On Air”. It isn’t lit up, so he pushes past the metal door.
“Do you want to see the stage with daddy?” Kibum asks his son, who nods with big eyes, distracted by all the things going on around him. “Dada’s going to sing here later,” he tells him as he slips into the dark area to the side of the stage.
It’s quite the sight, with a grand white piano at one end against a backdrop made up of glass beads on strings that shimmer in the colourful lighting. A simple, wooden stool stands center stage, and Kibum recognizes Jonghyun’s friend sitting at the piano, warming up and letting her fingers run across the keys. She stops for a second to wave at them and he holds up Myungki’s arm to wave back with a smile. The little boy looks positively entranced by it all and it makes Kibum chuckle.
“Isn’t it pretty?” he asks him, and Myungki answers with a soft “yes”. Kibum kisses his round cheek but the toddler’s attention is already lost to the smoke machine which starts spitting out a thin white fog that soon covers the entire flooring. The stage looks almost magical, and Kibum knows Jonghyun will be pleased because of how hard he’s worked on this song. It means a lot to him.
Kibum stands there for a few long minutes, holding his son close and listening to the pianist rehearsing, but all too soon they are being ushered out of the theatre and spectators begin filing in instead. Kibum retreats to the backstage area again and makes his way through the hallways he knows like the back of his hand. He lets the little boy walk beside him but holds onto his small hand tightly until they reach the dressing room.
Jonghyun is still seated in the same chair with their nine-month-old daughter now sitting on the edge of the counter in front of him. Despite the talkative crowd around them, Kibum can hear him singing to her from the other side of the room. There’s a fuzzy, pink band around two of Jonghyun’s fingers that has Kibum frowning until he realizes it’s one of the little girl’s elastics; the ones he himself bought, in fact. He shakes his head when Jonghyun has trouble wrapping it around her rather short, black hair, and comes to his rescue to fix her ponytails.
“The stage is beautiful,” he tells him honestly, caressing the little girl’s head once he’s done.
“Really?” Jonghyun asks, eyes almost as round as Myungki’s were not minutes ago.
“Yeah,” he breathes out, leaning onto the counter. He feels a tug at his pant leg and looks down but Jonghyun is faster; he lifts the little boy onto his thigh for him to play with his sister. He’s been rather fond of trying to teach her words, these days, even though she can't exactly talk yet.
“Good,” and Jonghyun looks slightly relieved as he says so, “because I wrote the song for you.”
|| A Matter of Occasion
Rating: PG
Genre: tooth-rotting Fluff
Summary:He’s all too used to this type of scene, but it's a bit different this time around.
A/N: I know, another one. This takes place about three years after A Matter of Linguistics ( Part 2, Part 3) and is of course inspired by Hello Baby Ep.2 and the decor, by this. Again, this basically came out of nowhere (and I hope it isn’t too cheesy)!
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It’s a struggle to open the dressing room’s door, both of Kibum’s hands being quite busy. He wants to curse the slippery round knob but knows better given the present company, so he spends almost a full minute half-crouched by the door before someone finally notices him and kindly opens it for him. He smiles his thanks and steps inside before leaning back against the door to shut it with his back. The little boy perched on his left hip suddenly becomes restless when he sees a certain someone sitting in front a wide mirror at the other end of the cramped and busy room. Kibum carefully kneels onto the floor to set him down and, surely enough, the toddler is off running towards his (other) father not a second later.
Jonghyun stands up and pulls him into his arms as soon as he reaches him, tossing him up and down a few times until the little boy is laughing heartily. He holds him close afterwards and touches their noses together before placing a wet kiss to his cheek. Kibum simply watches near the door, giving into a smile when Jonghyun looks up and finds him there.
He walks up to Jonghyun and he knows people might be watching, but he’s learned not to care anymore. The elder’s smile softens as he wraps his free arm around Kibum and kisses his temple. The baby girl in Kibum’s right arm reaches out to him as he does so and manages to grip the stark white collar of Jonghyun’s dress shirt; Kibum gently pries her little fist away from the fabric and pats it until it rests flat once more, albeit a bit crinkled. Jonghyun quickly dives in to kiss her on the forehead in turn.
“How did you get here?” the elder asks, because even if it isn’t their first backstage visit, he hadn’t been expecting them that day.
“My meeting ended early so I picked them up from Taemin’s and he drove us here,” Kibum explains, shifting their daughter onto his other arm to catch his backpack’s strap before it slides off his shoulder completely.
“Your meeting with the other stylists?”
“Hmm,” Kibum hums, but it almost turns into a moan when Jonghyun kisses him on the lips and presses up against his side.
“Thank you.” He feels Jonghyun breathe the two words onto his lips.
“For what?” he whispers back, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He kisses Jonghyun again before he even has time to answer.
“For coming,” the elder says simply and Kibum rolls his eyes, mostly because he knows how it humours Jonghyun.
The singer pats him on the waist before heading back to his chair, where an impatient makeup artist awaits. He settles Myungki on his lap but the three-year-old doesn’t stay put for long; he’s bustling around the dressing room and bumping into people’s legs before either of his fathers can catch him.
“I’ll handle her,” Jonghyun says, cradling the baby girl as Kibum hands her over. “Go show him around.”
Kibum twirls a finger around one of the little girl’s pigtails and sets his bag down before rushing over to their son, surprising him from behind. He lifts him up high, adding his own swooshing sound effect and places him on his forearm, snug against his chest. He waves to the others and steps into the busy hallway. He’s all too used to this type of scene; he eases through the crowd of idols, managers, technicians and stylists, eventually reaching a large door above which a sign reads “On Air”. It isn’t lit up, so he pushes past the metal door.
“Do you want to see the stage with daddy?” Kibum asks his son, who nods with big eyes, distracted by all the things going on around him. “Dada’s going to sing here later,” he tells him as he slips into the dark area to the side of the stage.
It’s quite the sight, with a grand white piano at one end against a backdrop made up of glass beads on strings that shimmer in the colourful lighting. A simple, wooden stool stands center stage, and Kibum recognizes Jonghyun’s friend sitting at the piano, warming up and letting her fingers run across the keys. She stops for a second to wave at them and he holds up Myungki’s arm to wave back with a smile. The little boy looks positively entranced by it all and it makes Kibum chuckle.
“Isn’t it pretty?” he asks him, and Myungki answers with a soft “yes”. Kibum kisses his round cheek but the toddler’s attention is already lost to the smoke machine which starts spitting out a thin white fog that soon covers the entire flooring. The stage looks almost magical, and Kibum knows Jonghyun will be pleased because of how hard he’s worked on this song. It means a lot to him.
Kibum stands there for a few long minutes, holding his son close and listening to the pianist rehearsing, but all too soon they are being ushered out of the theatre and spectators begin filing in instead. Kibum retreats to the backstage area again and makes his way through the hallways he knows like the back of his hand. He lets the little boy walk beside him but holds onto his small hand tightly until they reach the dressing room.
Jonghyun is still seated in the same chair with their nine-month-old daughter now sitting on the edge of the counter in front of him. Despite the talkative crowd around them, Kibum can hear him singing to her from the other side of the room. There’s a fuzzy, pink band around two of Jonghyun’s fingers that has Kibum frowning until he realizes it’s one of the little girl’s elastics; the ones he himself bought, in fact. He shakes his head when Jonghyun has trouble wrapping it around her rather short, black hair, and comes to his rescue to fix her ponytails.
“The stage is beautiful,” he tells him honestly, caressing the little girl’s head once he’s done.
“Really?” Jonghyun asks, eyes almost as round as Myungki’s were not minutes ago.
“Yeah,” he breathes out, leaning onto the counter. He feels a tug at his pant leg and looks down but Jonghyun is faster; he lifts the little boy onto his thigh for him to play with his sister. He’s been rather fond of trying to teach her words, these days, even though she can't exactly talk yet.
“Good,” and Jonghyun looks slightly relieved as he says so, “because I wrote the song for you.”
|| A Matter of Occasion