A Matter of Wonder (Drabble)
Pairing: domestic!JongKey
Rating: PG
Genre: dramatically tooth-rotting, "happy rainbow" Fluff
Summary:The phone rings, the world changes.
A/N: I really hope you like this because JongKey feels lately asdf;lkj;jksda.
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Kibum flips the page idly, eyes losing their focus by the time he reaches the end of the first line. He thumbs the already dog-eared edge distractedly, knee bouncing under the table. The words on the page aren’t really registering in his mind: he’s distracted these days, anxious. He knows he needs to study this script, needs to learn his lines for the musical’s auditions soon and yet his eyes trail over to the phone on the countertop, out of habit. He stares at it for a few seconds until he forces his gaze back to the sheet in front of him, re-reading the same sentence. He manages to get through the page, highlighting his parts as he does, and is about to turn to the next when the phone rings. He jumps, startled, eyeing the receiver in disbelief as his heartbeat picks up in his chest. The phone rings again.
***
Kibum sets the phone down but it topples to the side of the stand. He doesn’t notice - his heart is beating too loudly in his eardrums and his vision is quickly blurring. He tries to hold it back, even though it’s all in vain. He does the only thing he can think of: his feet take him to the office room at the end of the hallway. He fumbles a bit with the doorknob, pushing the door open with unsteady hands. Jonghyun is seated at the desk, eyes trained to his laptop’s screen.
“Yeah?” the elder hums absentmindedly, gaze unmoving yet aware of the other’s presence.
When Kibum doesn’t answer, Jonghyun finally looks up and his eyes widen upon the sight that greets him. He quickly stands up, arms outstretched as Kibum takes the last few steps towards him.
“‘Bum what’s wrong?” he asks when the younger settles into his embrace, fist closing around the material of the elder’s shirt, wrinkling it near his shoulder. Still, his hands are shaking a little and Kibum presses himself close, tucks his face into the elder’s neck and pauses before taking a deep breath.
“The adoption agency called,” he speaks slowly, and the hand that had been rubbing circles just beneath his shoulder blades suddenly stops as he feels Jonghyun’s body turn rigid against his.
Jonghyun then pulls him back by the shoulders to look into his eyes, gaze jumping from his right to his left and back until Kibum steadies himself enough to say-
“It’s a boy.”
Tears well up in his eyes again and he’s pretty sure Jonghyun is crying too when he pulls him in for a hug, holding him tightly. Kibum rests his head on his shoulder, fingers still clinging onto the elder’s shirt, and Jonghyun’s arms squeeze his sides. He can’t breathe; not like this, not with the knot in his throat and arms wound tight around him and yet his chest seems to swell with something as calming, reassuring and heartening as it is breathtaking. He’d only barely managed to control his tears again when Jonghyun’s hands rise to his face, cupping his cheeks as he leans back slightly to look at him. His thumbs smooth over Kibum’s cheekbones and Kibum wants to do the same, wants to dry the elder’s tear tracks but at the same time it’s like he can’t move, like he can’t bear letting go of him for just one second.
Jonghyun’s eyes are puffy, nose a little red and, despite it all, he smiles at him. It’s a smile so genuine, watery through his tears that Kibum smiles back, mimicking the other when an involuntary, breathy chuckle falls from his lips because this is really happening. Jonghyun tilts his face to kiss him gently, Kibum’s eyes falling shut as he presses back lightly. Jonghyun pecks him on the cheek, smiling and sniffling, choking on his own chuckles with the sheer weight of emotion and Kibum buries himself into his broad shoulder once more, Jonghyun’s fingers combing through the back of his hair. Kibum is still crying, but he’s smiling, too.
“I want to see him,” he says softly. “I want to hold him.”
He feels Jonghyun’s arms tighten around him; he hugs him back with all his might.
“Soon,” the elder whispers to his ear, leaning his head against his.
Kibum is still scared, still incredibly anxious, but he wants this and to know that there is a child waiting for them to take him home has him aching to reach out and hold him. He knows he can do it as long as it’s with Jonghyun. That they can.
|| A Matter of Linguistics
Rating: PG
Genre: dramatically tooth-rotting, "happy rainbow" Fluff
Summary:The phone rings, the world changes.
A/N: I really hope you like this because JongKey feels lately asdf;lkj;jksda.
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Kibum flips the page idly, eyes losing their focus by the time he reaches the end of the first line. He thumbs the already dog-eared edge distractedly, knee bouncing under the table. The words on the page aren’t really registering in his mind: he’s distracted these days, anxious. He knows he needs to study this script, needs to learn his lines for the musical’s auditions soon and yet his eyes trail over to the phone on the countertop, out of habit. He stares at it for a few seconds until he forces his gaze back to the sheet in front of him, re-reading the same sentence. He manages to get through the page, highlighting his parts as he does, and is about to turn to the next when the phone rings. He jumps, startled, eyeing the receiver in disbelief as his heartbeat picks up in his chest. The phone rings again.
***
Kibum sets the phone down but it topples to the side of the stand. He doesn’t notice - his heart is beating too loudly in his eardrums and his vision is quickly blurring. He tries to hold it back, even though it’s all in vain. He does the only thing he can think of: his feet take him to the office room at the end of the hallway. He fumbles a bit with the doorknob, pushing the door open with unsteady hands. Jonghyun is seated at the desk, eyes trained to his laptop’s screen.
“Yeah?” the elder hums absentmindedly, gaze unmoving yet aware of the other’s presence.
When Kibum doesn’t answer, Jonghyun finally looks up and his eyes widen upon the sight that greets him. He quickly stands up, arms outstretched as Kibum takes the last few steps towards him.
“‘Bum what’s wrong?” he asks when the younger settles into his embrace, fist closing around the material of the elder’s shirt, wrinkling it near his shoulder. Still, his hands are shaking a little and Kibum presses himself close, tucks his face into the elder’s neck and pauses before taking a deep breath.
“The adoption agency called,” he speaks slowly, and the hand that had been rubbing circles just beneath his shoulder blades suddenly stops as he feels Jonghyun’s body turn rigid against his.
Jonghyun then pulls him back by the shoulders to look into his eyes, gaze jumping from his right to his left and back until Kibum steadies himself enough to say-
“It’s a boy.”
Tears well up in his eyes again and he’s pretty sure Jonghyun is crying too when he pulls him in for a hug, holding him tightly. Kibum rests his head on his shoulder, fingers still clinging onto the elder’s shirt, and Jonghyun’s arms squeeze his sides. He can’t breathe; not like this, not with the knot in his throat and arms wound tight around him and yet his chest seems to swell with something as calming, reassuring and heartening as it is breathtaking. He’d only barely managed to control his tears again when Jonghyun’s hands rise to his face, cupping his cheeks as he leans back slightly to look at him. His thumbs smooth over Kibum’s cheekbones and Kibum wants to do the same, wants to dry the elder’s tear tracks but at the same time it’s like he can’t move, like he can’t bear letting go of him for just one second.
Jonghyun’s eyes are puffy, nose a little red and, despite it all, he smiles at him. It’s a smile so genuine, watery through his tears that Kibum smiles back, mimicking the other when an involuntary, breathy chuckle falls from his lips because this is really happening. Jonghyun tilts his face to kiss him gently, Kibum’s eyes falling shut as he presses back lightly. Jonghyun pecks him on the cheek, smiling and sniffling, choking on his own chuckles with the sheer weight of emotion and Kibum buries himself into his broad shoulder once more, Jonghyun’s fingers combing through the back of his hair. Kibum is still crying, but he’s smiling, too.
“I want to see him,” he says softly. “I want to hold him.”
He feels Jonghyun’s arms tighten around him; he hugs him back with all his might.
“Soon,” the elder whispers to his ear, leaning his head against his.
Kibum is still scared, still incredibly anxious, but he wants this and to know that there is a child waiting for them to take him home has him aching to reach out and hold him. He knows he can do it as long as it’s with Jonghyun. That they can.
|| A Matter of Linguistics