Jongkey - 53. Hopeful ( please make one of them ill or sth ;;)
Kibum felt Jonghyun’s fingers squeeze around his, raising his gaze from his knees to look at the amused face of his fiancé, the man sitting beside him in the uncomfortable hospital chairs. “You’re making that face again.” Jonghyun muttered, quiet so they wouldn’t disturb anyone else in the waiting room.
Scoffing, Kibum rolled his eyes and shook his head as he lowered his gaze again. “That’s not very funny, Jjong.”
“Don’t worry.” Jonghyun insisted, staring straight ahead, his pupils and irises glassy. “It’ll be fine, I know it will. My surgeon is the best in his field. At least, in Seoul.” He added, grinning broadly.
Kibum let go of Jonghyun’s hand to put both onto his face and lean elbows on his knees. “How can you be so optimistic? You could wake up worse than you are now.”
“Honey, I’m already blind as a bat. How could it be worse?” Jonghyun asked. “Are you worried they’ll take my eyes out or something?”
Kibum grumbled again at Jonghyun’s optimistic attitude. “I just don’t want you to get hurt…” He mumbled.
At this, Jonghyun leaned down, moving closer to Kibum to hear him better. “What do you mean?”
Sniffling, Kibum wiped his nose with his wrist. “All these years you’ve tried treatment after treatment after treatment and you come away so disappointed… I don’t want that to happen again… I don’t want you to walk away without an answer… not anymore… It hurts too much.”
Although it was a little awkward at first, Jonghyun slid his arm around Kibum and pulled him in, huddling the slim male against his chest, turning so he was angling his body towards Kibum. “It’s okay, Kibum.” He whispered.
“Don’t be an idiot. I’m crying even though you’re having surgery. Crying.” Kibum muttered, burying his face against Jonghyun’s shoulder. “And you’re the one who cries during Disney movies.”
Jonghyun chuckled. “I guess when it’s your own surgery you’ve just got less to worry about. And I’m also used to it.”
With a sigh, Kibum relaxed into Jonghyun, savouring his natural scent, preparing for the hour or more they’ll spend apart once Jonghyun is called by the nurse. “You shouldn’t be used to it… it’s not fair.”
“Hey, it’s alright. Remember it was because I was rushing to get to an appointment with a specialist that we met.”
“Met?” Kibum scoffed, pulled free from Jonghyun’s embrace and automatically fixing his hair. “You literally slammed into me and almost winded me with your cane.”
Jonghyun just grinned and then raised a hand, reaching in Kibum’s direction. Not needing an explanation, Kibum guided Jonghyun’s palm to his cheek, warm radiating from his skin and sparking his heart rate. “And since that day, I’ve always wondered what your face looks like… just what colour your eyes are…” He breathed. His thumb brushed over Kibum’s lips, Kibum letting out a quiet sigh as they parted. “And your lips… they must be so pink. I wonder if I’ll be able to resist kissing them once I’ve seen what they look like…”
Glancing around the small waiting room, noticing how the young woman there looked away, Kibum pulled Jonghyun’s hand down from his face. “Idiot, we’re in public.”