Prompt A81— “You said you would come back soon! It’s been all night!”
Warnings: Angst, slight fluff, mention of a pet passing.
W/C: 1.1K
The cool air of the night nipped at your exposed skin as you made your way towards the apartment building you lived in with Jinki, you had left, you weren’t sure when you had left the building after you received a call, you left with only the words ‘I’ll come back soon' before disappearing into the elevator and out the building to take a walk and clear your head, your eyes were red from crying and your nose felt stuffy, the door to the building opens and Jinki moves towards you, you could see his tense muscles and the worry in his eyes.
“Y/n, oh, thank gods.” He says as he engulfs you into a warm hug. “I was so worried about you, where did you go?” He releases you from the hug and moves his hands up to your face to cup your cheeks, you hadn’t moved at all since he had engulfed you in a hug, he inspects your face and quickly picks up on your red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. “You said you would come back soon! It’s been all night!” You could hear the concern in his tone. “Come on, let’s get inside, and you can tell me what’s going on.” He releases your cheeks and wraps an arm around you, guiding you into the building and to the elevator.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper, your voice hoarse after crying and sniffing, Jinki pulls you close against him. “I’m sorry I made you worry.” You could feel your eyes swelling up with tears.
“Don’t apologize.” He gently says. “Something clearly upset you.” You bring one of your hands to your face and use the sleeve of the hoodie you wore to wipe away the tears threatening to spill. “You can tell me when you’re ready, but please don’t disappear like that for almost the entire night again.” You sniff as you slowly nod your head, he gently rubs your upper arm. “I’m just happy you returned safely.” The elevator slowly comes to a halt before the doors open, he leads you out of the elevator and to the apartment you shared with him, he guides you inside and towards the couch. “I’m going to go boil the water, do you want a cup of tea?”
“Yes, please.” You whisper, he nods his head and moves towards the kitchen area which wasn’t far from the living area, while preparing the tea he continuously glanced in your direction, making sure that you were still on the couch, once he finished making the tea he made his way back to the couch carrying two cups of tea, he placed them down on the coffee table before settling down next to you, he reaches for your hand that was on your knee.
“Y/n…” He softly whispers, your lips part as you let out a sigh, your eyes not moving from the spot on the floor you were staring at. “Do you want to talk about it or tell me?”
“Do you…” You pause as you felt your heart clenching with pain. “Do you remember when I told you about… my horse I’ve had since I was a teenager?” He gently squeezes your hand, urging you to continue. “The call I received last night…” Jinki reaches with his other hand to wipe away the stray tear rolling down your cheek. “It was from my parents…” He nods his head, knowing what you were about to say. “They had to put her down.”
“Y/n… sweetheart.” He pulls you into him, your arms move to wrap around his shoulders as you begin to cry into his shoulder, he slowly rubs his hand up and down your back in a comforting manner, he held you as you sobbed into his shoulder, he knew how much you loved your horse and to hear the news about her sudden passing must have been a hard hit, even he felt a pinch in his chest, he held you like that while rubbing your back as you sobbed into his shoulder, not saying anything, because nothing he would say now would make you feel better, he knew that, he leans back on the couch, pulling you with him to almost lay on top of him as he comforts you, hours passed, and you had slowly calmed down before falling asleep on him, he had fallen asleep not long after you had and just as the sun was starting to rise.
The tea he had made was untouched and cold as the morning slowly passed with the two of you still on the couch asleep, it wasn’t until it was almost ten that he had woken up and carefully moved you off him and laid you down on the couch, you slightly stir in your sleep, he softly smiles before picking up the untouched tea and moving the cups to the kitchen, he reaches for his phone that was on the kitchen counter and sent a message to Minho, explaining to him what had happened and that he wouldn’t be able to make in for practice today.
“Jinki…?” You whisper as you lift your head to look around.
“I’m here.” He says as he places his phone down on the counter. “I’m going to make us a new cup of tea, but first I think you should shower.” You nod your head while he approached you. “Come on, I’ll go prepare the water, do you want to shower alone?” You sit upright and slowly stood from the couch.
“Can you please shower with me?” You ask as you made your way to the bedroom, with him behind you. “I don’t want to do it alone.”
“Of course, sweetheart.” He says, you enter the bedroom and begin removing your clothes while he went to the bathroom to open the water and let it warm up, you soon joined him in the bathroom just as he finished adjusting the water temperature, he quickly discards his clothes before taking your hand and leading you into the shower, the warm water hits your skin before you felt his arms wrap around you from behind, you stood like that underneath the water, letting the water droplets fall down on you and trickle down your skin before falling onto the tiled shower floor, you weren’t sure how long you stood there with him like that, but you remember feeling the water becoming cold before he dried you and helped you get dressed into comfortable clothes and helped you into the bed and tucked you in. “I’m going to get some water for you before you fall asleep.” You barely heard him before he disappeared from the room to get the glass, after he made sure that you drank at least some of the water he joined you underneath the covers and pulled you against him, letting you get comfortable before you drifted back to sleep with him rubbing your back.
jīlè // 雞肋 (chinese, n.) - things that you have no use for, yet still don’t want to throw away
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 300-400
Note: This drabble was requested by shinee loving anon using this list. please feel free to make a request using this list!
There is a coat on the rack that you never wear.
"It doesn't fit anymore," you tell Jinki when he asks about it. Your fingers trace its beige lining, and tiny dimples from around your wistful smile. "But it's rather pretty, isn't it?"
Jinki nods, noting the nostalgic twinkle in your eyes. He wants to know what memory the coat evokes, but he forgets to ask when you fill the place by his side, having fit your arms through a newer maroon jacket, and lace your fingers through his. All thoughts about the beige coat are carried away by the autumn breeze.
Jinki's curiosity returns weeks later when his morning clumsiness causes the coat to land in a bundle at his feet. Were he the kind of person who mourns wasted time, he might curse himself as he squats to scoop the fabric into his arms. Were it not for his eerily calm demeanor, he might groan as he squats again to reach for the small folded paper that falls out of the coat's pocket.
Although he instantly recognizes the handwriting on the paper as yours, Jinki makes no effort to read it. As curious as he is, he does not think that his curiosity overrides your right to privacy. He hangs the coat on the rack, and he is just about to return the paper to its place when your voice sounds from the doorway.
"Unfold it," you urge, smiling when Jinki looks back at you. "Unfold it and read it."
Grateful for the invitation, Jinki nods. Within your notes, he finds the ticket stub from a movie you saw on one of your first dates. The note boasts, "The best person I have ever known held my hand today, and I will never forget it. I hope he never lets me go."
So that's why you keep the jacket, Jinki realizes, returning your smile, It helps you remember.
Jinki can't decide what to say first: that you are the best person he has ever known or that he will never let you go. Eventually, tracing his fingers along its beige lining, he starts with, "It really is a rather pretty coat."
Note: This ties in with my other SHINee drabbles, most notably Anniversary (Minho). So maybe check that out after you read this :)
You had fallen out of the habit of dating, electing to instead focus on advancing your career. Once you earned that long-awaited promotion— just another thing marked off your list of goals— you wondered what harm could be in just one date.
So you casually asked your most trusted friends if they knew anybody worth meeting. And almost immediately, over a cup of coffee in a local cafe, your friend gushed, “I know the perfect person.” Then, perhaps sensing your anxiety, she hummed comfortingly, “Don’t worry— it’s one of Minho’s friends!”
“Oh no!” You groaned somewhat jokingly at the mention of her boyfriend, who you had known for far too long. “Now I’m really worried!”
She swatted at you playfully, unable to restrain her giggle. “Yeah, I admit Minho can be a piece of work sometimes.” When you eyed her challengingly, she admitted with a sigh, “Okay, he’s a handful most of the time. But Jinki isn’t like that. He’s really, really nice.”
“A double really?” You inquired. Your friend always called someone ‘really, really nice’ when she was concealing some kind of flaw.
“Yeah,” she said confidently. But as she scrolled through her phone for a picture of him, she admitted, “I mean, he’s a little accident prone. . .” She trailed off as she held her phone out to you.
Of all flaws, being clumsy wasn’t the worst. So as you accepted the phone, you defended the man you hadn’t even met yet. “He can’t be that bad.” And as you looked through the pictures, you acknowledged, “He’s cute—”
“And nice,” your friend reminded once more. You returned her phone, and she said, “Look, Y/N, nice people are hard to find. Anyway, I’ll tell Minho to give Jinki your number, alright?”
“Sure,” you consented with a shrug. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
You spent the next week texting Jinki at every opportunity. What started as a bored venture into dating somehow evolved into a heart fluttering adventure. It was as if you were holding your breath between every interaction, so when Jinki asked to take you on an official date, you may have reacted with an overly enthusiastic yes, contrary to the popular tactic of playing hard to get.
He met you at your apartment with a broad smile and offered his arm as he escorted you toward the setting sun. “I’ve heard so many things about this place,” he said when you asked where you were going.
“I’m sure it will be lovely,” you assured. But you hadn’t expected to be led to a five star restaurant.
And when you glanced at Jinki’s wide eyed, slack jawed expression, you reasoned that he must have been surprised too. He only reluctantly approached the hostess’ podium when you nudged him forward, and you could have sworn that when asked for a name, Jinki whispered, “Choi Minho.”
But you were too overwhelmed to question what you heard. You and Jinki both, although well dressed, clearly did not meet the standard of this restaurant. You knew it— but so did everyone else, staff and fellow patrons alike, judging by their unbroken stares as you followed the hostess to the table.
Thankfully, this didn’t distract Jinki from acting like a perfect gentleman. So as you slipped into a conversation, you easily forgot about the critical stares of strangers. Until the first incident, that is.
Apparently the waister tipped over Jinki’s foot, and he unceremoniously toppled over, spilling drinks all over the table and your white blouse. The ensuing chaos turned heads, of course, but you only cared about Jinki’s thousand apologies.
“Hey— It’s okay.” You laughed as you assessed the damage to your shirt; thankfully, you had worn an undershirt. “It’s just water.”
But that didn’t prevent him from racing over to your side of the table to offer his jacket to conceal your stained shirt. On his way, he stepped clumsily over the waiter, who had crouched onto the floor to pick up the cups. The waiter glared at Jinki as if his life had been threatened, and you had to stifle your laughter.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Jinki repeated as he draped the jacket around your shoulders.
“My apologies.” The waiter stood and spoke through gritted teeth. “Let me sit you at a different table.” And once you finished the walk of shame to a corner where, you’re sure the waiter hoped, you would attract less glares, he promised to return with new drinks.
You tried to interest Jinki in a new conversation, but the blush seemed to have permanently settled on his cheeks.
As you finished your meal, Jinki repeated, “I’m sorry I turned this into such a disaster.” And before you could argue that you were actually enjoying his company, he continued, “Let me just get the check—” and he raised his hand to call for the waiter.
But in the process, he hit the waiter in the face full force. The loud SMACK once again led stares to your table; the waiter appeared to be holding his breath and Jinki, now a brilliant crimson, couldn’t even will himself to look at the waiter.
And you knew you shouldn’t laugh. The cutting silence that overcame the entire restaurant made that evident, but you couldn’t help it. Suddenly, you were overcome by a laughter that seized your entire body. Before you could hide your face against the table cloth, you were sure you saw Jinki smile shyly at your reaction.
“Please,” the waiter begged as he pressed the bill on the table, “never come back, Mr. Choi.”
And the realization that Jinki had stolen Minho’s reservation made you laugh even harder, but you would be sure to apologize to your friend later.
The frozenmac and cheese just out of the microwave when a text struck my phone.
We expect you to be home this Christmas.
Don’t forget to book your ticket.
I’ll pay the expense. Just be home.
Long sigh rolled out before I stuffed my mouth with spoonful macaroni, not even care how hot it is. This is the fourth time my Dad sent a text like this. He never forced me to do anything. But I guess my Mom used her spell on him because I ignored her call couple months ago. Her daughter successfully skipped Easter, so I wished that I could escape from Christmas as smooth as earlier.
It’s not that I hate Christmas and having dinner and exchanging gifts and throwing lame jokes while slyly sneaked into the kitchen in the middle of the night slicing my Mom signature stuffed turkey. It’s not that I prefer being away from home and buried myself under piles of books just for the sake of my grade here.
But coming home means facing the memories I want to forever delete from my entire life. Coming home means strolling every corner of the town that retelling the story happened there. And I’m not ready for that.
“Your Mom called again,” Taemin shout from the bathroom doorway.
“Don’t step outside before your hair completely dry! It’s dripping on the floor!”
“I’m talking about your Mom here.”
“And I’m talking about your bad habit.”
Taemin thrown his towel before joined me in our shared apartment kitchen. He pours milk for himself and pulled the chair next to me, “Oh. So the topic is bad habit? Great. Let’s point to the fact that you keep avoiding your home just because someone’s living a block away from there. Oh, wait. Who? Your ex? Yeah, I think so.”
“Shut up before I shoved this whole bowl into your mouth!”
“Come on. Are you 15? I thought dating older guy would contribute, more or less, on your maturity.”
He’s indeed four years older than me. He used to be Jonghyun’s senior at his high school but he joined a student exchange to Italy for a year so when he’s back to school, he went to the same class with Jonghyun. And since my brother loves to invite everyone home, he had been regular in our house. And from there and then, we started seeing each other.
Until I left my hometown for college. Suddenly four years means nothing. And everything about my home reminds me of him. First conversation took a place at my living room. First date was on my backyard, it was Heechul’s engagement party. First kiss happened on my porch after the third date. He’s basically everywhere around the house.
“Are you still there?”
Taemin’s question brought me to life, “Yeah. It’s not that I’m avoiding him. I just not ready dragging my butt back home when just seeing my front door would tear my heart apart.”
“That’s why you don’t date on high school!”
“Oh look who’s talking! The biggest player I ever knew. How many girls ever dated you back then? 25?”
“It’s 22, idiot!”
“Unbelievable!” I rolled my eyes and left the table for the sink, “So when will you leave?”
“Next week. My last exam is tomorrow. I’ll go to the library first and take care some administration matter. You should go home to. Then we could hang out together. It’s too cold here, anyway.”
“Don’t you get bored with me?”
“Nope. There would always a new way to annoy you!”
“Lee Taemin!”
“Gotta go now!” he snatched his coat and slammed the door opened.
I wonder how I survived living with him for this past year.
***
When I get back home in the evening, there’s a brown enveloped placed neatly on the dining table. It’s addressed to me. Flipped it back, I found the sender written as huge as street advertisement board, KIM JONGHYUN. As expected, it’s round trip ticket with my name on it when I checked inside.
“Jonghyun’s speaking!”
“What the hell did you send me?!”
“Wow! It’s arrived earlier than it should!”
“Explain! Now!”
“Mom gave me that ticket last week. She told me to deliver it. You should be happy you don’t need to spend your holiday money!”
“But I don’t wanna go home!”
“_______, I’m tired with your excuse. I’ll tell Dad to cross your name from his will!”
“So many things to do here! Why don’t you guys come over?! I’m not going home! I’ll return the ticket to Mom!”
There’s a long pause before Jonghyun speaks again, “If I said I only have 6 months to live, would you still not going?”
“Oh, my God! Jonghyun! Are you alright?! What happened?! Are you serious?!”
“No, I’m not. Dammit, _______! Do you need dying brother to drag your shit home?!”
“Don’t you ever pull that kind of prank again to me! I almost got heart attack!”
“Then go home! Give your brother a hug so that it’s true I’m dying you won’t have any regret later!”
“Jonghyun!”
He cracks on the other line so loud, I need to put my phone away for about ten seconds, “Mom already spent so much on the ticket. If I were you, I won’t disappoint her. Just go home, _______. It won’t hurt anymore.”
“It’s already hurt every single time you mention home.”
“We’ll work it out. I’ve got your back, sis!”
I throw the phone on the couch before opened the fridge and gulped down the juice straight from the box, breaking the entire rule I used to know. Eyes struck to said envelope on the table, my mind flees to the conversation I had with Taemin this morning at the campus.
“Are you going to run for the rest of your life? Whether you’re getting back together with him or not, the memories will linger still. Trust me, you’ll forget him easily once you make a peace with yourself. Go home. Spend your time to recollect what’s needed to be collect. Don’t mind the rest.”
I walked to the couch and reach my phone.
Thanks for the tickets, Mom.
Don’t forget to pick me up. See you on Christmas!
***
As if it’s true that I wasn’t meant to be home on Christmas, the flight got delayed. So here I am, in a Christmas morning, all bags packed next to my feet, standing alone at the arrival gate. No taxi’s around and stupid guy named Jonghyun who’s not answering his phone since 10 minutes ago.
Right at the moment I decided to get back inside to grab some coffee, a man with smile almost brighter than the sun is approaching. His getting longer hair can’t hide his puffy cheeks. He’s wearing his favorite jeans since two years ago and leather jacket with grey sweater inside.
I’m not expecting him picking me up so I’m a bit taken a back when he greeted me as if it’s the first time we met. It’s actually, after my departure last year.
“Hi, _______!”
“Ugh, hi.”
“Ready to back home?”
“I’m waiting for my brother,” I call Jonghyun again, hoping he would pick it up.
“Your brother probably is sleeping right now.”
“Then I’ll go inside waiting for him awake.”
He looked flustered and I just turn my face, still calling Jonghyun. His face still as warm as it used to be. Nothing’s changed except his boarder shoulder and thicker neck.
“Shit! Pick it up Kim Jonghyun!”
“_______.”
I brace myself to facing him again. The smile’s still hanging there but his eyes torn in so many ways.
“I’m sorry. I’m not supposed to be here. But your brother slipped out when I was coming over. I begged him to let me pick you up. Now please, can you listen to me once and let me drive you home?”
“Why are you even beg? We’re done when you failed responding my college acceptance news. You’re not even here when I bid my farewell to my family last year.”
“Because I didn’t want you to see me broken down.”
I have no words to reply him.
“You told me the news barely a day before your flight. How I supposed to act back then? After four years we spent together. I thought you trusted me. But it seemed like you don’t trust me enough to tell me at least.. I don’t know, a month before?”
He found his way to continue talking when I just stoned on the spot.
“You changed all your numbers. You blocked my email address. I thought you would come home on Easter. I waited in front of your house but you didn’t show up.”
“I was afraid I can’t handle myself if I ever back home again. You’re already half part of something I called home. At that time I thought if you cared enough you’d ask Jonghyun about me.”
“I asked him but nothing I got in return.”
“You could explain to him. He’s my brother. He’s your best friend!”
“I didn’t explain to him because I don’t think he needs explanation. It is you I need to tell the truth.”
When the wind blows between us, I realized I’ve got my eyes teary and burnt from the inside holding myself not to break down right away.
“Come on, Chickpea. Let’s get you home. It’s getting colder outside.”
His hand already on my luggage and his smile’s back again at its finest. Just like a rainbow after the rain. Just like a rain after long dry season.
“Don’t call me like that! Only my boyfriend is allowed.”
He chuckles and let me follow him to the parked car.
***
“I still can’t believe you couldn’t force Jonghyun to tell you my personal information!” it’s rolled out right away once us out of the airport car park.
“He’s so protective, don’t you know?! I was just coming over to say hi to your Mom but he welcomed me with his hold-on-dude-I’m-not-gonna-tell-you-where-my-sister-is face!”
“Still can’t believe you!”
I stare outside the window. The snow’s dripping down slowly as we drive. From the corner of my eye, I can see him sneak a glance to me which I can’t help but biting my lips not to smile gleefully.
I got a heart and I got a soul
Believe me I will use them both
We made a start
Be it a false one, I know
Baby, I don’t want to feel alone
Suddenly a song played to fill the empty air. I turn to him to found him facing straight to the road in front of him. Enjoying the song and himself by tapping the wheel as the beat.
So kiss me where I lay down
My hand pressed to your cheeks
A long way from the playground
“Seriously? This song?! God, why?!”
He just smirks and shrugs his shoulder, continues singsong to the melody.
I have loved you since we were 18
Long before we both thought the same thing
To be loved and to be in love
All I could do is say that these arms were made for holding you
I wanna love like you made me feel when we were 18
My laughter broke at the end. This is way too silly and too got to be true.
“I was 14 when you’re 18, you Tater Tots!”
He beams into a wide grin, his eyes lost in his cheeks, “You got the meaning anyway..”
“Lee Jinki.”
“What?”
I leaned closer to peck his lips quickly. When I pulled myself away, he looks surprised for a second but then melted into blushed smile.
“Are we an item, again, now?”
Try to hide my boiling red face, I duck my face down and clench my coat, “I don’t know.”
“Well, I never broke up with you, anyway.”
“Whatever,” I shrug to the window on my side.
He laughs and thanks God he drive his automatic car because one of his hand is now wrapped mine. Though he’s not facing me anymore, I still can see his wide smile.
It is on the intersection near my house when finally he released my hand to pull out the brake because we can avoid the red light like several stops before.
“_______.”
“Yeah?”
Firm hand cupped my face suddenly. The next second I could remember, his full lips were all over mine. He pushed his lips deeper, it tasted like first kiss in a million years. I miss his warm touch. I miss the smell of his hair. I miss every single thing about him. I even miss bickering with him.
He pulled away a bit then parting his lips again as if there’s not enough time for us to kiss later. I’m about to part mine when someone snarls from the backseat.
“Guys, it’s already green. Can we continue that after we got home and I jumped off this fuckin’ car?!”
“SINCE WHEN HAVE YOU BEEN THERE, DUDE?!?!?!?!!!”
***
Here you go, one for Jinki! Not my best, I know, I’m sorry. Thanks for reading! I’ll linkit to the other later. Love you always, peeps! XOXO!
Now my feet turn the corner back home
Sun turns the evening to rose
Stars turning high up above
You turn me into somebody loved
– Somebody Loved (The Weepies)
***
Life is made not for a coward. Not for a person who didn’t have courage to step forward, who didn’t brave enough to take the risk of every planned he or she managed to list out.
It was a bright sunny day when he came with fluttering heart, called my name in the most beautiful melody a man could made. His face was gleaming, I remembered I had a thought about wearing shades around him to prevent eyes damage.
The next thing happened terrified me from head to toe despite it was the thing every women would expect and dreamt of. There’s nothing wrong with a proposal after six years of companion, in bad and good, in sick and health. He was the best thing ever happened in my life so far back then. We were so in love at each other to the point we could laugh about our flaws instead of hiding it behind our backs.
But once again, I was just a chicken, afraid to step out the comfort zone and not so ready to face the future. What if getting married changes everything? That was the only thought I could compose in my mind. Both of us were just perfect the way we were, so what’s the use of such a step that might ruined everything? There were our hearts put in stake. And I was too afraid with the possibility of him found himself made a wrong decision and left me in the middle of journey.
Feeling does change. Heart does change. Nothing could guarantee that our love would be the same as we grew. Not even a holy knot.
Looking it from where I stand right now, I can’t help but curse myself that I was an idiot back then.
Getting married to your best friend is the best feeling in this universe. Seeing that toothy smile every single day you opened your eyes is worth thousand lucks. Five years and a half passed after we exchanged our vows, after a huge effort he did after I rejected his first proposal. He made a right decision with being patient with me, didn’t stop asking me to agree to marry him. It had cost a lot of letters, sleepless night under my window pane, a week straight surprises until I said yes.
Since then, nothing’s changed, except the act that both of us are aging gracefully. Grow old together – even if we aren’t that old right now – as our heart matured by ups and downs happened in our path. That fondness I was afraid to be vanished earlier is only getting stronger day by day. His stupid jokes, corny words, lame surprises, and ocean-wide heart able to soften my stubborn head and melt my iron heart. And his smiles assured me that he would be there for me no matter what.
With a beautiful dawn as our company, I found myself lean on his chest, occupied the big couch facing the full window separated us from the balcony, enjoying the first sunrise of the year in each other’s embrace. Jinki made such a good choice in apartment. We need to work extra hard after, but the view we got every tired night or busy morning is worth to pursue.
“Few years ago, at this very hour, someone’s screaming at the top of her lungs while his husband almost fainted for such a wonderful moment.”
I could only chuckle on his statement. He surely knows how to turn terrible situation into a silly moment to remember later. It’s one of hundred things that made me head over heel to this very man I could proudly call husband.
“Happy new year, _______. I love you to the infinity and back. It doubles my hearts just so you know.”
“Stop being cheesy. It doesn’t match your klutz image.”
“At least I’ve tried. You like it don’t you?”
Another cracks brought us together once again, “Happy new year, Daddy.”
He kissed my temple while rubbing the bulging of my belly. It started hard to breathe when it hit the seventh month of pregnancy. But his touch always able to soothe me away, ease both my mind and my body.
“Mommy.”
The door on the side pulled open and a little head popped out from inside. He rubs his eyes with his right hand while on his left one, his favorite blanket is clutched tight as if he afraid someone’s going to snatch it away.
“Come here, Champ!”
Little Kibum walked closer as he told by his Dad. I straighten myself with some help from him. This baby inside better be a cute one. Jinki settled our baby boy between us, his little head this time leaned into his father’s side.
I ducked my head closer to make the same eye level with him but it’s so hard with a big belly on the way, “Happy birthday, Bummie. Know your present already?”
“A baby brother!” he chanted happily with his cute little bow lips.
Jinki ruffled his hair after such an answer he muttered ‘smart boy’ to compliment his favorite angel.
“You got another one.”
“What is that?!” his slightly slanted eyes suddenly widen into twice size and I can’t help but laugh with such a beautiful scene.
“When he’s born later, you can give him a name you want.”
“Really?!”
“Of course! You’ve been a good boy last year and he’s gonna be your first best friend. What would you name him after?”
His head turned into his father before his expression changed into serious one. He thinks so hard for such a simple question. His cheeks jutted out when he pouted his lips. Jinki can’t help but squeals when he saw that.
“Ummm. Taemin?”
“Taemin? Why do you want to name him Taemin?”
“I don’t know, Mommy,” he shrugs, “It just sounds great. And my baby brother is a great brother.”
Jinki lifted his small body and placed him on his laps so he can slide closer to me, “You’re smart enough for a four years old toddler. Okay then, Taemin it is. Now why don’t you call your baby brother by his name and give him a kiss?”
Kibum jutted out his mouth and brushed my belly with them then he whispered, afraid that Jinki and I might eavesdropping. Still, he’s too loud just like a common kid around his age.
“Taemin-ah! Get out really soon so we can play together! I love you!”
While Kibum finishes his words by light tapping my tummy, Jinki and I drifted in a warm fuzzy feeling. We look at each other and agree: this is a good start for a new year.
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Once again, HAPPY NEW YEAR! I just can’t hold myself to write this down! I’m quite satisfied by this one, actually. Well, it’s exceed my deadline, but I still got 4 days left in my hometown before heading back to the big city and work my ass hard. So, I’ll write at the mean time for you guys! Enjoy! Have a blast and welcome 2015! XOXO
Your dazzling boyfriend entered the apartment after a long day at work. He had been expecting to be greeted by your happy beautiful face but today was not the case.
He called out for you and had no response. He searched the sitting room, the kitchen and then eventually he heard the sound of sobbing and sniffling coming from the bedroom.
Rushing in without knocking, he pulled you into his arms and hugged you tightly, asking what was wrong. He waited patiently as you composed yourself enough to speak and listened carefully to every word that came out of your mouth. He would wipe your tears away and plaster kisses all over your face and tell you not to worry because he will look after you for whatever that was wrong.
He wouldn’t leave your side until he knew you were ok. He would stroke your face gently with his hand and place kisses on your forehead and lips every so often. Once you had calmed down he would ask if you wanted to sleep or stay up some more. If you were to stay up he’d ramble to the kitchen and bring you back some milk and cookies and ask if you wanted to watch your favourite movie together while cuddling with him. He’d constantly reassure you everything would be ok and that he would make sure of it and with his assistance you’d certainly feel better.
When it was time to sleep, he wouldn’t bother getting changed and he’d just climb into bed with you tight in his arms and sing you a lullaby to try and ease you to sleep. Even when you were fast asleep he would stay awake a little longer just to make sure you didn’t wake up and to make sure you were ok now.
