Ninety Years From Now 5/12
Title: Ninety Years from Now 5/12
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: History!au, romance, drama, humor
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Summary: Kim Kibum lives in 1920s Korea under the strict rule of Japan. After an unfortunate collision with a wall, he finds himself in...2014?
( 1, 2, 3, 4)
“We aren’t going the right way,” Kibum notices, arms wrapped snugly around Jonghyun’s forearm, leaning against him as his guide (of sorts) leads the way.
“I’m glad you’re aware of that,” Jonghyun smiles. “It’s good that you’re learning which way my apartment is so you’ll be able to find your way home if you ever get lost, God forbid.”
“Home?” Kibum frowns, eyebrows scrunched together. “That’s not my home.”
Jonghyun blinks at Kibum, his smile dimming before he nods a couple of times, clearing his throat. “Right, right. I meant...you know. My home. Not yours. I know it isn’t your home.”
“I miss my home,” Kibum confesses, sighing wistfully, his gaze lowering to the fancy, colorful shoes Jonghyun had made him wear, thoughtlessly observing each step he takes. “I don’t miss the work and the treatment, but I miss the people. I really do.”
“I...I know you do,” Jonghyun mumbles. “I’m sorry, Kibum. But I think where we’re headed might help you.”
Kibum lifts his head promptly, giving the other man a curious glance as they come to a halt. The younger looks around, not seeing anything special about this location. “Where are we?”
“This is where I found you,” Jonghyun points with his free hand. “Right in front of this building. You weren’t hidden at all. Just laying there in plain sight ready to bleed to death.”
Kibum winces, teeth gritting at the memory as he instinctively rubs his forehead, fingertips tracing the bumpy scar that had managed to draggle into his right eyebrow, separating the hair there noticeably. “So...how is this supposed to help?”
“Well...I got to thinking,” Jonghyun starts, shoving his hand in his pocket, Kibum the Leech still attached to his other arm, “you got here by hitting your head against the building here, right? So, maybe if you just retrace your steps and hit your head again, you’ll get transported back to the future.”
“You really think that’ll work?”
“Only one way to find out.”
Kibum stares the building down. It’s tall. Much taller than the one he’d run into. He wonders if this will still count considering the building from his past had been demolished and replaced in this time period.
With a determined frown on his forehead, Kibum disjoins himself from Jonghyun, taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart. Just run. If it means seeing all of his family again, it’s worth the pain.
He counts to three in his head, then dashes forward at full speed. He slams against the hard wall at an impressive force, groaning at the harrowing ache that shoots into his skull, his lightheadedness resulting in him falling to the ground in a heap of dead weight.
In a nanosecond, Jonghyun is over him, shaking him, shouting his name in worry. Déjà vu…
“Kibum! Oh dear God, are you okay?” He shakes Kibum by his shoulders once more and Kibum groans, signaling that he is conscious. Jonghyun sighs in relief.
“Stop shaking me,” murmurs Kibum.
“I’m sorry.” Jonghyun lets go of the other man. “Here, can you stand up?”
Jonghyun helps Kibum to his feet. Kibum experiences another round of dizziness and topples over into Jonghyun’s side. The older man graciously supports him, helping him to stay upright.
“Okay, I’m so, so sorry,” apologizes Jonghyun once more, eyes large with concern. “I shouldn’t have told you to do that. This was a stupid idea.”
Kibum waves it off the best he can. “You didn’t know,” he slurs.
“We might need to take you to a doctor,” Jonghyun whispers, lifting a hand to smooth it over Kibum’s forehead. Kibum’s eyelids flutter at the soothing, unmoving touch and he peers up at Jonghyun from under his lashes, searching his face and cherishing the comforting warmth of the other man's calloused palm against his skin.
“I...a-are you okay?” Jonghyun’s voice is gone.
“Yeah. I’ll be alright. I don’t need a doctor or anything,” Kibum assures with a polite smile, lips pursing when Jonghyun’s hand slips off his head.
“Oh…” Jonghyun pales as his gaze falls on his hand. Kibum blinks, craning his neck to see, eyes inquisitive and owlish. Jonghyun’s hand is stained with fresh blood, the deep red blending with the texture’s of the man’s skin, coloring almost his entire palm.
“O-oh…” Jonghyun repeats, though this time sounding exhaustively unstable, his free hand shooting up to his hair to pass through it in an anxious motion. “Oh my god…”
“Jonghyun,” Kibum says lowly on impulse, unaware he’d dropped the honorific. “Stay calm. I’m completely fine and so are you. I can’t even feel any pain.” Okay, that is sort of a lie. It’s beginning to hurt pretty badly up there, but Kibum stays calm for the sake of the other man.
Jonghyun closes his eyes, his trembling, blood-free hand covering his mouth in a silent expression of utter shock. Kibum sighs, unsure of how to get Jonghyun back to normal. He’d become immune to getting sick courtesy of blood and gore considering how much of it he’d seen back home.
“Hey...look at me, hyung. I’m totally okay. Perfectly fine,” he breathes, trying to duck into Jonghyun’s stunned line of sight. Jonghyun takes one look at Kibum before his eyes are rolling back in his head, and this time, he becomes the dead weight. Kibum’s arms stretch out without hesitation to hold Jonghyun up, grunting as he steadies the unconscious man against his side.
It’s only a couple of seconds later when Kibum feels a warm stream of thick liquid oozing down the side of his face that he realizes Jonghyun’s reason for fainting.
“Oh,” he says.
Kibum lugs Jonghyun’s lifeless body back to the park only to find the bench they’d earlier been sitting on is now occupied by a young couple. The nineteen year old huffs, giving the pair a disapproving grimace, scanning the park for any other open seats. Unfortunately, the only place that seems available to settle down on is a fountain. Kibum had never seen a fountain in real life, especially not one this spectacular, but he’d heard about them being built in the more wealthy parts of his town.
He drags Jonghyun over, opting to just carry him on his back instead. Jonghyun weighs more than the things he usually has to move in the fields, but...he finds that he doesn’t mind very much. Jonghyun is muscular, but small. Unlike the inanimate objects Kibum is used to moving, the older man is...warm. Alive. And that consoles Kibum, compelling him in the strangest of ways to just willingly haul Jonghyun on his back.
It doesn’t look very good in public. For all the strangers know, Kibum could be towing a dead body around. And the blood on his head and Jonghyun’s hand doesn’t help. He really needs Jonghyun to wake up, and fast. Misunderstandings in the future are harder than regular ones, he’s learned.
He props Jonghyun up beside him as he sits on the ledge of the fountain. He glances behind himself into the water, eyeing his reflection. Dipping his hand into the refreshingly cool, pure liquid, he splashes some onto his reopened wound, cleaning off the blood. Jonghyun’s hand is next. After successfully making their situation less suspicious, Kibum works on waking Jonghyun up.
He slaps the other man lightly a couple of times on his cheeks. He wets his face with water. During a particularly hard slap, Jonghyun jolts himself awake. His eyes hood over before they widen, and he takes in his surroundings in a comically startled manner.
“Good afternoon,” Kibum chirps, laughing obnoxiously, all-too amused with the other man’s animatedly baffled facial expressions.
“Where are we?” he mutters, cradling the side of his head. “I don’t...I don’t remember…”
Kibum points to his head, then covers his right temple with his hand, applying pressure to make sure the bleeding will stop. “I ran into the wall again, remember? Wait, no, don’t remember. I don’t want you to pass out again.”
A flush of bright red crawls its way up Jonghyun’s collar, spreading over his neck and blooming across his cheeks. Hell, even the tips of his ears are red. Why is he so flustered?
“Oh my god...I can’t believe I passed out…”
“It isn’t a big deal,” Kibum shrugs offhandedly, playing with his fingers. “Although, the blood was a little suspicious-looking.”
“Huh?” Jonghyun’s eyes grow big in terror (probably at the mention of blood).
“Calm down,” Kibum soothes, patting Jonghyun’s back. “I cleaned it all off. When you said you couldn’t handle that kind of thing, you really meant it.”
Jonghyun quickly turns his gaze down to his lap. “I...well, yeah...I mean...god, I feel so damn lame…”
“Why?”
“Because...look at where we are!” Jonghyun shouts, gesturing wildly around them, truthfully looking a bit like a crazed person. “You dragged me all the way here! That’s just...so embarrassing…”
“Oh,” Kibum frowns guiltily, not wanting Jonghyun to be mad at him. “Well...it’s okay! Actually, I carried you on my back when we reached the park.”
“Oh god, even worse,” Jonghyun groans into his hands, elbows pressed against his thighs. Kibum regards how pitiful the poor man looks with utter accountability, completely regretting taking matters into his own hands. He’s made Jonghyun sad.
“I’m sorry,” Kibum whispers, wringing his hands nervously, afraid Jonghyun might not like him anymore and possibly never want to see him again. No...no, he’s immobilized with fear at the thought of being left alone in the future...
He can feel Jonghyun look at him. “I’m sorry,” he continues swiftly, carefully avoiding eye contact. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I...I promise I won’t do anything like this again, so please don’t be mad at me…”
“Why would I be mad at you?” Jonghyun asks, sounding genuinely confused. Kibum looks at him.
“Because...aren’t you upset I carried you?”
Jonghyun goes a little rigid, that same pink tinting his cheeks once again. “I just...I’m embarrassed. That was really lame of me. All I wanted to do today was impress you, but I totally messed that up,” he explains in a gruff voice, sounding as though he’s trying to mask his mortification despite the fact he’d just admitted to it. “I dunno.” He ruffles his hair.
Kibum smiles a little, relieved to know that the one friend he has in this time plane still likes him. Wait, are they even friends? They are…right?
“Are we friends?” the younger blurts randomly.
Jonghyun’s lips part a little. “If we aren’t, then I’m going to be very disappointed.”
“Oh, okay. Good,” Kibum nods, his smile broadening. Jonghyun mirrors the smile, if only a little.
“I’m getting pretty hungry. Let’s go back to my place and I’ll make us lunch.”
“Really?” Kibum perks up, clapping his hands together.
“Sure. I’ll cook whatever you’d like.”
“Pixy Stix!”
“...That isn’t a meal option, Kibum.”
They have sandwiches for lunch and chicken for dinner (and Pixy Stix for dessert, but only on Kibum’s part). Jonghyun teaches Kibum how to use different things; he teaches him to operate the microwave, television and refrigerator (it hadn’t been a secret, white room after all!). Kibum admits that he’s rather good at using some of the mundane things in the house now, but he still can’t really get the hang of the shower, for whatever reason. If he turns the knob a smidge to the left it feels like the surface of the sun is beating down on him. A little to the right and it’s like he’s stuck in freezing rain. He doesn’t understand the knob and its foolish hypersensitivity.
By the time the next day rolls around, Jonghyun announces that he cannot afford to skip any more days of school. Kibum is a little scared of being left alone, but also thrilled. He promises Jonghyun he will not leave the apartment (not that he’d ever dare to do something like that anyway), and as the other man bids farewell, the younger is left with only his thoughts as company.
Being left alone with his mind is dangerous. Kibum is a man of action and bad memories can have a lasting effect on his mood and future plans. He doesn’t feel like getting himself down, at least not when he’s alone, so he decides to instead distract himself.
Jonghyun owns many, many movies. They’re just screaming ‘distraction’.
It takes most of the morning to finish The Godfather and then a bit of the afternoon to watch a handful of episodes of Desperate Housewives. After a couple hours of mixed emotions toward the flicks, he grows bored.
Kibum saunters into the kitchen and steals the last few Pixy Stix. He’d probably eat them for every meal if Jonghyun would allow it. Alas, the other man had deemed it ‘unhealthy’...that’s something Kibum’s grandmother would say…
Kibum sighs and plops onto the couch in the living room. He stares blankly at the black screen in front of him, motionless. He misses his grandmother, his mother...even his father. And god, does he miss Yongju. He can only imagine what sort of treatment some disgusting Japanese man will put her through...to force her into sex and steal her virginity like that...it’s truly vile…
Tears sting the backs of Kibum’s eyes and he sniffs pointedly, as if wordlessly demanding his body to stop giving into the urges and remain strong. He’d always taught himself to hold back tears because the people he loved had surrounded him and really, what could be better than that?
(Well, maybe a future of equal rights, freedoms and candy, but…)
But that’s just it: those people are not surrounding him now. He’s all alone in a home he doesn’t recognize. He’s ninety years away from his family. He wonders what that translates to in miles. He wonders if he will ever get back home.
He figures that, just this once, maybe it really is okay to cry. No one is around to see him crumble and wail into his hands and stain his cheeks. No one is here to watch himself trample all over his own pride, make himself known as a disgrace to his family and abuse the rules his father had always taught him to follow up until now.
It’s pathetic, really.
Kibum surrenders to slumber once the exhaustion settles in, going to sleep on a (mostly) empty stomach. He has a headache. The bandage Jonghyun had re-applied to his head is too tight and it hurts. His eyes are tired. He falls asleep, praying he’ll wake up and find that this had all been some irritatingly complicated dream.
A/N: i dunno if this is my favorite chapter, but it has my favorite part. ever since i started this, i was excited to write kibum and jonghyun as a bad comedy duo with jjong convincing kibum to run himself into a wall, lol. i hope it was as amusing for you to read as it was for me to write.
i wrote this right after i watched the godfather in my films class. and then when i started chap one, it was right after i watched back to the future in that same class. seriously, aside from the prompt, blame that class for inspiring me to write this fic, haha.
i wish my title banners didn't look so washed out on here. -_-
a little angsty there at the end, but eh. a pick-me-up will show during the next chapter. c:
thanks for reading. ^^
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: History!au, romance, drama, humor
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Summary: Kim Kibum lives in 1920s Korea under the strict rule of Japan. After an unfortunate collision with a wall, he finds himself in...2014?
( 1, 2, 3, 4)
“We aren’t going the right way,” Kibum notices, arms wrapped snugly around Jonghyun’s forearm, leaning against him as his guide (of sorts) leads the way.
“I’m glad you’re aware of that,” Jonghyun smiles. “It’s good that you’re learning which way my apartment is so you’ll be able to find your way home if you ever get lost, God forbid.”
“Home?” Kibum frowns, eyebrows scrunched together. “That’s not my home.”
Jonghyun blinks at Kibum, his smile dimming before he nods a couple of times, clearing his throat. “Right, right. I meant...you know. My home. Not yours. I know it isn’t your home.”
“I miss my home,” Kibum confesses, sighing wistfully, his gaze lowering to the fancy, colorful shoes Jonghyun had made him wear, thoughtlessly observing each step he takes. “I don’t miss the work and the treatment, but I miss the people. I really do.”
“I...I know you do,” Jonghyun mumbles. “I’m sorry, Kibum. But I think where we’re headed might help you.”
Kibum lifts his head promptly, giving the other man a curious glance as they come to a halt. The younger looks around, not seeing anything special about this location. “Where are we?”
“This is where I found you,” Jonghyun points with his free hand. “Right in front of this building. You weren’t hidden at all. Just laying there in plain sight ready to bleed to death.”
Kibum winces, teeth gritting at the memory as he instinctively rubs his forehead, fingertips tracing the bumpy scar that had managed to draggle into his right eyebrow, separating the hair there noticeably. “So...how is this supposed to help?”
“Well...I got to thinking,” Jonghyun starts, shoving his hand in his pocket, Kibum the Leech still attached to his other arm, “you got here by hitting your head against the building here, right? So, maybe if you just retrace your steps and hit your head again, you’ll get transported back to the future.”
“You really think that’ll work?”
“Only one way to find out.”
Kibum stares the building down. It’s tall. Much taller than the one he’d run into. He wonders if this will still count considering the building from his past had been demolished and replaced in this time period.
With a determined frown on his forehead, Kibum disjoins himself from Jonghyun, taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart. Just run. If it means seeing all of his family again, it’s worth the pain.
He counts to three in his head, then dashes forward at full speed. He slams against the hard wall at an impressive force, groaning at the harrowing ache that shoots into his skull, his lightheadedness resulting in him falling to the ground in a heap of dead weight.
In a nanosecond, Jonghyun is over him, shaking him, shouting his name in worry. Déjà vu…
“Kibum! Oh dear God, are you okay?” He shakes Kibum by his shoulders once more and Kibum groans, signaling that he is conscious. Jonghyun sighs in relief.
“Stop shaking me,” murmurs Kibum.
“I’m sorry.” Jonghyun lets go of the other man. “Here, can you stand up?”
Jonghyun helps Kibum to his feet. Kibum experiences another round of dizziness and topples over into Jonghyun’s side. The older man graciously supports him, helping him to stay upright.
“Okay, I’m so, so sorry,” apologizes Jonghyun once more, eyes large with concern. “I shouldn’t have told you to do that. This was a stupid idea.”
Kibum waves it off the best he can. “You didn’t know,” he slurs.
“We might need to take you to a doctor,” Jonghyun whispers, lifting a hand to smooth it over Kibum’s forehead. Kibum’s eyelids flutter at the soothing, unmoving touch and he peers up at Jonghyun from under his lashes, searching his face and cherishing the comforting warmth of the other man's calloused palm against his skin.
“I...a-are you okay?” Jonghyun’s voice is gone.
“Yeah. I’ll be alright. I don’t need a doctor or anything,” Kibum assures with a polite smile, lips pursing when Jonghyun’s hand slips off his head.
“Oh…” Jonghyun pales as his gaze falls on his hand. Kibum blinks, craning his neck to see, eyes inquisitive and owlish. Jonghyun’s hand is stained with fresh blood, the deep red blending with the texture’s of the man’s skin, coloring almost his entire palm.
“O-oh…” Jonghyun repeats, though this time sounding exhaustively unstable, his free hand shooting up to his hair to pass through it in an anxious motion. “Oh my god…”
“Jonghyun,” Kibum says lowly on impulse, unaware he’d dropped the honorific. “Stay calm. I’m completely fine and so are you. I can’t even feel any pain.” Okay, that is sort of a lie. It’s beginning to hurt pretty badly up there, but Kibum stays calm for the sake of the other man.
Jonghyun closes his eyes, his trembling, blood-free hand covering his mouth in a silent expression of utter shock. Kibum sighs, unsure of how to get Jonghyun back to normal. He’d become immune to getting sick courtesy of blood and gore considering how much of it he’d seen back home.
“Hey...look at me, hyung. I’m totally okay. Perfectly fine,” he breathes, trying to duck into Jonghyun’s stunned line of sight. Jonghyun takes one look at Kibum before his eyes are rolling back in his head, and this time, he becomes the dead weight. Kibum’s arms stretch out without hesitation to hold Jonghyun up, grunting as he steadies the unconscious man against his side.
It’s only a couple of seconds later when Kibum feels a warm stream of thick liquid oozing down the side of his face that he realizes Jonghyun’s reason for fainting.
“Oh,” he says.
Kibum lugs Jonghyun’s lifeless body back to the park only to find the bench they’d earlier been sitting on is now occupied by a young couple. The nineteen year old huffs, giving the pair a disapproving grimace, scanning the park for any other open seats. Unfortunately, the only place that seems available to settle down on is a fountain. Kibum had never seen a fountain in real life, especially not one this spectacular, but he’d heard about them being built in the more wealthy parts of his town.
He drags Jonghyun over, opting to just carry him on his back instead. Jonghyun weighs more than the things he usually has to move in the fields, but...he finds that he doesn’t mind very much. Jonghyun is muscular, but small. Unlike the inanimate objects Kibum is used to moving, the older man is...warm. Alive. And that consoles Kibum, compelling him in the strangest of ways to just willingly haul Jonghyun on his back.
It doesn’t look very good in public. For all the strangers know, Kibum could be towing a dead body around. And the blood on his head and Jonghyun’s hand doesn’t help. He really needs Jonghyun to wake up, and fast. Misunderstandings in the future are harder than regular ones, he’s learned.
He props Jonghyun up beside him as he sits on the ledge of the fountain. He glances behind himself into the water, eyeing his reflection. Dipping his hand into the refreshingly cool, pure liquid, he splashes some onto his reopened wound, cleaning off the blood. Jonghyun’s hand is next. After successfully making their situation less suspicious, Kibum works on waking Jonghyun up.
He slaps the other man lightly a couple of times on his cheeks. He wets his face with water. During a particularly hard slap, Jonghyun jolts himself awake. His eyes hood over before they widen, and he takes in his surroundings in a comically startled manner.
“Good afternoon,” Kibum chirps, laughing obnoxiously, all-too amused with the other man’s animatedly baffled facial expressions.
“Where are we?” he mutters, cradling the side of his head. “I don’t...I don’t remember…”
Kibum points to his head, then covers his right temple with his hand, applying pressure to make sure the bleeding will stop. “I ran into the wall again, remember? Wait, no, don’t remember. I don’t want you to pass out again.”
A flush of bright red crawls its way up Jonghyun’s collar, spreading over his neck and blooming across his cheeks. Hell, even the tips of his ears are red. Why is he so flustered?
“Oh my god...I can’t believe I passed out…”
“It isn’t a big deal,” Kibum shrugs offhandedly, playing with his fingers. “Although, the blood was a little suspicious-looking.”
“Huh?” Jonghyun’s eyes grow big in terror (probably at the mention of blood).
“Calm down,” Kibum soothes, patting Jonghyun’s back. “I cleaned it all off. When you said you couldn’t handle that kind of thing, you really meant it.”
Jonghyun quickly turns his gaze down to his lap. “I...well, yeah...I mean...god, I feel so damn lame…”
“Why?”
“Because...look at where we are!” Jonghyun shouts, gesturing wildly around them, truthfully looking a bit like a crazed person. “You dragged me all the way here! That’s just...so embarrassing…”
“Oh,” Kibum frowns guiltily, not wanting Jonghyun to be mad at him. “Well...it’s okay! Actually, I carried you on my back when we reached the park.”
“Oh god, even worse,” Jonghyun groans into his hands, elbows pressed against his thighs. Kibum regards how pitiful the poor man looks with utter accountability, completely regretting taking matters into his own hands. He’s made Jonghyun sad.
“I’m sorry,” Kibum whispers, wringing his hands nervously, afraid Jonghyun might not like him anymore and possibly never want to see him again. No...no, he’s immobilized with fear at the thought of being left alone in the future...
He can feel Jonghyun look at him. “I’m sorry,” he continues swiftly, carefully avoiding eye contact. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I...I promise I won’t do anything like this again, so please don’t be mad at me…”
“Why would I be mad at you?” Jonghyun asks, sounding genuinely confused. Kibum looks at him.
“Because...aren’t you upset I carried you?”
Jonghyun goes a little rigid, that same pink tinting his cheeks once again. “I just...I’m embarrassed. That was really lame of me. All I wanted to do today was impress you, but I totally messed that up,” he explains in a gruff voice, sounding as though he’s trying to mask his mortification despite the fact he’d just admitted to it. “I dunno.” He ruffles his hair.
Kibum smiles a little, relieved to know that the one friend he has in this time plane still likes him. Wait, are they even friends? They are…right?
“Are we friends?” the younger blurts randomly.
Jonghyun’s lips part a little. “If we aren’t, then I’m going to be very disappointed.”
“Oh, okay. Good,” Kibum nods, his smile broadening. Jonghyun mirrors the smile, if only a little.
“I’m getting pretty hungry. Let’s go back to my place and I’ll make us lunch.”
“Really?” Kibum perks up, clapping his hands together.
“Sure. I’ll cook whatever you’d like.”
“Pixy Stix!”
“...That isn’t a meal option, Kibum.”
They have sandwiches for lunch and chicken for dinner (and Pixy Stix for dessert, but only on Kibum’s part). Jonghyun teaches Kibum how to use different things; he teaches him to operate the microwave, television and refrigerator (it hadn’t been a secret, white room after all!). Kibum admits that he’s rather good at using some of the mundane things in the house now, but he still can’t really get the hang of the shower, for whatever reason. If he turns the knob a smidge to the left it feels like the surface of the sun is beating down on him. A little to the right and it’s like he’s stuck in freezing rain. He doesn’t understand the knob and its foolish hypersensitivity.
By the time the next day rolls around, Jonghyun announces that he cannot afford to skip any more days of school. Kibum is a little scared of being left alone, but also thrilled. He promises Jonghyun he will not leave the apartment (not that he’d ever dare to do something like that anyway), and as the other man bids farewell, the younger is left with only his thoughts as company.
Being left alone with his mind is dangerous. Kibum is a man of action and bad memories can have a lasting effect on his mood and future plans. He doesn’t feel like getting himself down, at least not when he’s alone, so he decides to instead distract himself.
Jonghyun owns many, many movies. They’re just screaming ‘distraction’.
It takes most of the morning to finish The Godfather and then a bit of the afternoon to watch a handful of episodes of Desperate Housewives. After a couple hours of mixed emotions toward the flicks, he grows bored.
Kibum saunters into the kitchen and steals the last few Pixy Stix. He’d probably eat them for every meal if Jonghyun would allow it. Alas, the other man had deemed it ‘unhealthy’...that’s something Kibum’s grandmother would say…
Kibum sighs and plops onto the couch in the living room. He stares blankly at the black screen in front of him, motionless. He misses his grandmother, his mother...even his father. And god, does he miss Yongju. He can only imagine what sort of treatment some disgusting Japanese man will put her through...to force her into sex and steal her virginity like that...it’s truly vile…
Tears sting the backs of Kibum’s eyes and he sniffs pointedly, as if wordlessly demanding his body to stop giving into the urges and remain strong. He’d always taught himself to hold back tears because the people he loved had surrounded him and really, what could be better than that?
(Well, maybe a future of equal rights, freedoms and candy, but…)
But that’s just it: those people are not surrounding him now. He’s all alone in a home he doesn’t recognize. He’s ninety years away from his family. He wonders what that translates to in miles. He wonders if he will ever get back home.
He figures that, just this once, maybe it really is okay to cry. No one is around to see him crumble and wail into his hands and stain his cheeks. No one is here to watch himself trample all over his own pride, make himself known as a disgrace to his family and abuse the rules his father had always taught him to follow up until now.
It’s pathetic, really.
Kibum surrenders to slumber once the exhaustion settles in, going to sleep on a (mostly) empty stomach. He has a headache. The bandage Jonghyun had re-applied to his head is too tight and it hurts. His eyes are tired. He falls asleep, praying he’ll wake up and find that this had all been some irritatingly complicated dream.
A/N: i dunno if this is my favorite chapter, but it has my favorite part. ever since i started this, i was excited to write kibum and jonghyun as a bad comedy duo with jjong convincing kibum to run himself into a wall, lol. i hope it was as amusing for you to read as it was for me to write.
i wrote this right after i watched the godfather in my films class. and then when i started chap one, it was right after i watched back to the future in that same class. seriously, aside from the prompt, blame that class for inspiring me to write this fic, haha.
i wish my title banners didn't look so washed out on here. -_-
a little angsty there at the end, but eh. a pick-me-up will show during the next chapter. c:
thanks for reading. ^^