hmm 45 for jongkey please?!
song: last dance by bigbang
kibum have to go away but jonghyun has one last request
agh i feel like this is so long… but i had fun writing it and sappy jjong is always a fav of mine LOL. hope you enjoy and thank you for waiting!
If Minho wasn’t lounging lazily on Kibum’s couch like he owned the place, he is sure he’d be a complete crying mess. It’s bad enough that Minho’s roommate Taemin brought someone home to his shared apartment earlier that day and Jinki, their other friend, is out of the state for a family reunion. It’s bad enough that Kibum can feel his guilt swallowing him up whole and he doesn’t even know how to properly convey his feelings.
Minho mutes the television and readjusts his body so he can face the entrance to the living room, the space in which Kibum is occupying by pacing in little frantic circles. Minho tilts his head and pops a couple of chips in his mouth from the nearby bag lying on the same couch.
“What’s the matter with you? Is my soccer bugging you that much?” Minho teases.
Kibum gives him a warning look that practically says, Try that again I dare you. Minho raises his eyebrows and bites the inside of his mouth in a demeanor that means he’s sorry but that he’s mostly offended by Kibum’s angry glare. The paper in Kibum’s fist cracks and crinkles between his fingers and for once, he’s not worried that he’ll ruin what looks like important information.
“I got the letter, Minho,” Kibum says quietly. Minho’s blank expression indicates that he doesn’t get it. “The letter. The acceptance letter. For that school-”
“The one in London?” Minho asks, interjecting Kibum’s attempt at refreshing his memory. Kibum nods slowly. “What’s the big deal about that? I thought you’d be a little more excited. You know, since you were so whipped to send your admission.”
Kibum doesn’t reply right away and something uneasy settles in Minho’s stomach. “This doesn’t have to do with Jonghyun, right?”
“That’s hyung to you, Minho.” Said person extends his hands in a way that gestures for Kibum to continue. There is more lying on the tip of his tongue that is ready to be said, yet it holds back. It’s like the gate that releases Kibum’s words has suddenly locked everything up.
“Does it have to do with Jonghyun hyung? Honestly.”
Kibum nods his head.
Minho rolls his eyes. “So what then? You told him you applied for this school and he looked pretty damn excited for you, unless he was lying or whatever. So why do you look like Taemin when he accidentally ingested glow stick juice?”
“I didn’t think I’d actually get in!” Kibum stresses. He rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands, the wrinkled paper still tightly held in between.
“Then why did you apply in the first place?” Minho retorts, stressing his sentence just like Kibum’s, only with more frustration weaved in his.
Kibum exhales shakily. “Jonghyun encouraged me to and I really wanted to do it but the chances of me getting in was like a billion to one. Out of all the people they could have chosen, they chose me! And of course, Jonghyun just texted me yesterday and told me he’s working on a new comeback, so what kind of jerk boyfriend would I be if I didn’t stay and support him?”
Minho, although trying to hide his annoyance with no success, wants to say a million things to Kibum, most of which include encouraging swear words. He tries a different approach. “I don’t want this to turn into some soap opera where you stay back from a once in a blue moon opportunity because you’re worried about Jonghyun hyung. You guys love each other. Distance shouldn’t be a problem at all.”
“But have you seen long distance relationships? They never end-”
Kibum is once again cut off when the front door is kicked open, the person behind such act whistling a tune like he’s playing an instrument. “Hey Kib.” Kibum smiles weakly as Jonghyun practically runs like a puppy to his boyfriend, pulling him into a back hug and pressing his cheek against his back. “What have you been up to?”
Minho frantically but discreetly mouths something along the lines of, “Just tell him already or I will!” Kibum waves at him to stop, gritting his teeth, and then signals for Jonghyun to release him so he can turn around.
“I got a letter back. They accepted me.”
Jonghyun’s face flashes from confusion to elation to brief sadness all in the span of two seconds. He smiles warmly, though it’s evident that there is still some pain in his eyes. “That’s amazing, Love. When are you leaving? I need to let the manager know so I can get a day off and help you pack.” He speaks with kindness in his voice and wishfulness in his eyes.
“But you just started comeback preparations,” Kibum whispers. “By the time you start promoting, I’ll be halfway across the world. How could I do that to you?”
“This is an opportunity that only comes around as often as Taemin doing the dishes without being told to. Don’t worry about me and don’t even think about staying back because you think I need you. Remember that song I wrote last year? Love has no borders? Well, that’s gonna apply to us for a while, but I wouldn’t give it up for the world. If this is what you love and this is what you want to do, you’re doing it. Because nothing makes me happier than seeing you with a grand ol’ smile on your face, okay?”
Damn it, Kibum thinks to himself. He can feel his vision blurring with hot tears and before he knows it, he’s pulling Jonghyun into the tightest hug ever. “Thank you…” he manages.
“But,” Jonghyun continues, “If you’re going to leave, I need you to do one last thing for me. It’s small and it may not seem like a big deal but I don’t know when I’ll be seeing you after promotions start and you actually do your school thingie.”
“Of course, of course. I’ll do anything.”
“Leave your last night here open and free.”
Kibum obeys. The day before he’s supposed to leave, bags all packed, travel tickets laid out, heart bouncing from his throat to his stomach, Kibum leaves for Jonghyun’s house. According to Minho, he kicked his mom and sister out for the night and Kibum gets a strange feeling. Nonetheless, he puts on his favorite clothes (the fancy suit from a company dinner that Jonghyun told him to wear) and drives with shaky hands to his destination.
When he goes inside, his heart swells with so much love that there isn’t anymore room for it to skyrocket to his throat and pitfall back down to his stomach. The living room, the main room of the house, looks like a scene straight from a Korean drama. Candles. Lots of candles. Jonghyun’s leaning against the wall directly across from the front door, bouncing the heel of his left foot on top of his right foot. His hands are tucked behind his back and he’s smiling.
“Oh my god, you’re not gonna…”
Jonghyun laughs and it sounds like honey in Kibum’s ears. “No, oh God no. Not yet.” He pauses. “Remember when we first met? At that wedding? And you were dancing so prettily that I had to go over and ask you out before the night ended?”
Kibum is starting to see where this is going but he doesn’t say anything.
“Well, I kind of want to do that again. One last time. One last dance.”
Kibum doesn’t have to say anything that will let Jonghyun know that nothing in the world can stop him from dancing with the love of his life. His face says it all. Jonghyun starts the song and he takes Kibum’s hands into his own. They aren’t even really swaying. Holding Kibum’s hand is like holding a heartbeat and Jonghyun wants to savor every moment he has left.
