these small hours still remain
kibum fidgets in his seat in the back of a cab, checking his phone every few seconds. he texted jinki when he landed, and then when he got off the plane, then when he picked up his luggage, and then when he was waiting for the taxi. he hasn't yet gotten a response for any of those texts, and he scowls at the device, as if it's the phone's fault jinki hasn't replied.
finally the cab stops in front of a familiar house, and kibum's heart leaps in excitement. he pays the driver before clambering out of the car and dragging one of his suitcases from the trunk as the driver gets the other one.
together they roll the suitcases up the sidewalk to the front porch, where kibum digs around in his carry-on bag for his key. once he finds it and unlocks the door, he tips and thanks the driver -- habits picked up from jinki.
as the driver walks back down to his cab, kibum steps into the house and pulls off his shoes, pouting a little because there isn't a welcome home party waiting for him at the door. he looks around, realizing that he can't even hear his family -- but he's sure he saw both of their cars in the driveway, so he leaves his suitcases by the door and drops his backpack onto the couch as he walks further into the familiar house, calling out as loudly as he can.
"i'm home!"