A Matter of Linguistics, Part 2 (Drabble)
Pairing: domestic!JongKey
Rating: PG-13
Genre: tooth-rotting Fluff
Summary:Jonghyun isn’t a bad cook, and Kibum is more than grateful for that.
A/N: A direct continuation of A Matter of Linguistics, now inspired by this. To be honest, I feel like this part could have been better. But oh well - at least I like part 3 so far \o/
P.S. Baby’s name is Myungki, for no reason really. I just wanted something Korean that wasn’t very common. If it were a girl it would have been Soohyun/Suhyun, because I am apparently cheesy with my choice of second syllables.
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Kibum is holding his chopsticks in one hand while the other rests on the baby’s seat, rocking it back and forth on the kitchen table. Jonghyun had cooked up some meat and noodles while Kibum carried the little boy around, only to put him back in his seat and play countless games of peek-a-boo. Jonghyun isn’t a bad cook - far from it, actually, and Kibum is more than grateful for that. They rarely have time to, but cooking together is one of his favourite things to do.
Jonghyun places a plateful of kimchi in the center of the table along with some seaweed before settling down into the chair beside Kibum, with his own steaming bowl of beef and noodles. Kibum hums when he takes his first bite and the baby tries to reach out and grab one of his chopsticks.
“This is delicious,” he says, watching over the five-month-old baby boy when his small fist wraps around his chopstick and pulls it to his mouth.
“Thanks,” Jonghyun speaks through a mouthful of food, “but I didn’t make it, just cooked it.” He watches, amused, as Kibum successfully frees his chopstick by giving their son his favourite teddy bear - the one with the pink overalls.
“How was work?” the elder asks in between bites.
“Interviewed a rookie group today for radio; they were so polite. Makes me wonder if we all seemed that stuck up when we’d just started,” Kibum shares, seemingly more eager to eat than to recount his day.
“Really?” Jonghyun asks with a breathy chuckle, “that bad?”
Kibum simply nods, helping himself to some kimchi. “They seemed really nervous - I almost felt bad for them.”
Jonghyun has to snicker quietly at that because of the memories it brings back. “Debut was terrifying,” he admits, and he knows Kibum had felt the same way.
“But it was so long ago, you know?” he ponders. “Seeing them was like a blast from the past. And I swear I could predict what they were going to say before I even asked them the question.”
“They’ll come around,” Jonghyun says, grinning around the chopsticks in his mouth, but then his smile becomes more teasing, “you were like that too, at first.”
“Hard to believe,” Kibum humours him before looking at him with soft eyes, “but true.”
The baby is next to break the silence, speaking in nonsensical syllables that make both men pause and look up.
“Oh, so you agree too?” Jonghyun asks and Kibum is trying hard not to giggle at the way the little boy looks at him with big, clueless eyes, but answers his father anyway. He kicks his feet and talks animatedly, almost dropping his teddy bear into the plate of kimchi next to him. The disaster is narrowly avoided when Kibum snatches it at the last second and hands it back to the smiling little boy. Kibum mimics pinching his round cheek.
“What about the musical?” Jonghyun asks next.
“Still practicing,” Kibum tells him. “We’re having a dress rehearsal next week.”
“Do you think Myungki would like it?”
“Like what?”
“If I brought him to your rehearsal?” Jonghyun asks honestly, the end of a noodle sticking out from the corner of his mouth as he looks at Kibum with round eyes.
The elder’s gaze turns curious when Kibum slowly leans in, and the next moment his lips are on his. It doesn’t last long - just long enough for Jonghyun’s eyes to flutter shut and for Kibum to break into a smile.
“I don’t know about him but I would like that,” Kibum whispers, an inch from Jonghyun’s lips, and this time it’s Jonghyun who leans in to kiss him. Kibum loves the feeling of his warm breath on his cheek and purses his lips in protest when Jonghyun slowly moves away.
“You’re staying home for the weekend, right?” Jonghyun asks him as Kibum’s gaze falls to his lips and their slightly red shade, their tangy taste a product of the spicy sauce. He nods and sighs as he pulls him into another kiss, his free hand sliding behind Jonghyun’s neck to keep him there.
A rather loud whine interrupts their moment and surely enough, the baby had dropped his beloved teddy bear. Jonghyun picks it up and makes it walk over the little boy’s leg and Kibum thinks he really, really wants to kiss him again.
They finish eating and Jonghyun clears the table while Kibum takes their son, cooing as the little boy reaches out to him with both arms. He settles him on his hip and he uses his free hand to place the dishes in the sink. He expertly wraps up the leftovers with one hand and stores them in the fridge (where there is milk, milk and more milk formula). Jonghyun pecks him on the cheek, and then the baby, before Kibum brings him to the bathroom to get the little boy ready for bed.
Kibum places him on his back on the blanket-covered counter. He’s a little more quiet now, considering it’s getting late, but he looks up at Kibum with those big eyes of his. Kibum nuzzles the baby’s plump cheek and kisses it before removing his clothes and diaper. He wipes him clean and makes him giggle every time he gives him a big, wet, noisy kiss to his cheek or belly or pretends to bite his small fingers. But the baby likes it best when Kibum sings nursery rhymes and bobs his head along while tapping the little boy’s feet or hands together in time. Eventually, when his giggles die down and his eyelids begin to droop, Kibum puts him in a new diaper and brings him to his room. He wraps him up in blue, footed pyjamas and places him in his crib for the night. He stays hunched over the crib, caressing his son’s short black hair until his eyes finally slide shut. Still, as soon as his father quietly shuffles out of the room a cry is heard, then a few more but Kibum knows by then not to give in like he wants to. He stays close until, soon enough, the cries stop and when he peeks his head inside the room the baby is fast asleep.
The sight of Jonghyun sprawled out on top of his sheet music over the kitchen table is what greets Kibum as he returns. Kibum gently shakes him awake and before the elder can complain, he pulls him out of the kitchen and into their small living room.
“B-but my song,” Jonghyun mutters distractedly as he’s being tugged down onto the couch.
“You’ll finish it tomorrow,” Kibum tells him softly, settling Jonghyun’s head on his chest before turning on the television. He can feel the other relax onto him as he slips his fingers through his hair.
“I want another one,” he says after a few long minutes, because neither is really paying attention to what’s playing on the screen.
“Another kid?” Jonghyun asks, mumbling almost.
“Yeah.”
Jonghyun simply hums into his chest, right above Kibum’s heart.
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Rating: PG-13
Genre: tooth-rotting Fluff
Summary:Jonghyun isn’t a bad cook, and Kibum is more than grateful for that.
A/N: A direct continuation of A Matter of Linguistics, now inspired by this. To be honest, I feel like this part could have been better. But oh well - at least I like part 3 so far \o/
P.S. Baby’s name is Myungki, for no reason really. I just wanted something Korean that wasn’t very common. If it were a girl it would have been Soohyun/Suhyun, because I am apparently cheesy with my choice of second syllables.
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Kibum is holding his chopsticks in one hand while the other rests on the baby’s seat, rocking it back and forth on the kitchen table. Jonghyun had cooked up some meat and noodles while Kibum carried the little boy around, only to put him back in his seat and play countless games of peek-a-boo. Jonghyun isn’t a bad cook - far from it, actually, and Kibum is more than grateful for that. They rarely have time to, but cooking together is one of his favourite things to do.
Jonghyun places a plateful of kimchi in the center of the table along with some seaweed before settling down into the chair beside Kibum, with his own steaming bowl of beef and noodles. Kibum hums when he takes his first bite and the baby tries to reach out and grab one of his chopsticks.
“This is delicious,” he says, watching over the five-month-old baby boy when his small fist wraps around his chopstick and pulls it to his mouth.
“Thanks,” Jonghyun speaks through a mouthful of food, “but I didn’t make it, just cooked it.” He watches, amused, as Kibum successfully frees his chopstick by giving their son his favourite teddy bear - the one with the pink overalls.
“How was work?” the elder asks in between bites.
“Interviewed a rookie group today for radio; they were so polite. Makes me wonder if we all seemed that stuck up when we’d just started,” Kibum shares, seemingly more eager to eat than to recount his day.
“Really?” Jonghyun asks with a breathy chuckle, “that bad?”
Kibum simply nods, helping himself to some kimchi. “They seemed really nervous - I almost felt bad for them.”
Jonghyun has to snicker quietly at that because of the memories it brings back. “Debut was terrifying,” he admits, and he knows Kibum had felt the same way.
“But it was so long ago, you know?” he ponders. “Seeing them was like a blast from the past. And I swear I could predict what they were going to say before I even asked them the question.”
“They’ll come around,” Jonghyun says, grinning around the chopsticks in his mouth, but then his smile becomes more teasing, “you were like that too, at first.”
“Hard to believe,” Kibum humours him before looking at him with soft eyes, “but true.”
The baby is next to break the silence, speaking in nonsensical syllables that make both men pause and look up.
“Oh, so you agree too?” Jonghyun asks and Kibum is trying hard not to giggle at the way the little boy looks at him with big, clueless eyes, but answers his father anyway. He kicks his feet and talks animatedly, almost dropping his teddy bear into the plate of kimchi next to him. The disaster is narrowly avoided when Kibum snatches it at the last second and hands it back to the smiling little boy. Kibum mimics pinching his round cheek.
“What about the musical?” Jonghyun asks next.
“Still practicing,” Kibum tells him. “We’re having a dress rehearsal next week.”
“Do you think Myungki would like it?”
“Like what?”
“If I brought him to your rehearsal?” Jonghyun asks honestly, the end of a noodle sticking out from the corner of his mouth as he looks at Kibum with round eyes.
The elder’s gaze turns curious when Kibum slowly leans in, and the next moment his lips are on his. It doesn’t last long - just long enough for Jonghyun’s eyes to flutter shut and for Kibum to break into a smile.
“I don’t know about him but I would like that,” Kibum whispers, an inch from Jonghyun’s lips, and this time it’s Jonghyun who leans in to kiss him. Kibum loves the feeling of his warm breath on his cheek and purses his lips in protest when Jonghyun slowly moves away.
“You’re staying home for the weekend, right?” Jonghyun asks him as Kibum’s gaze falls to his lips and their slightly red shade, their tangy taste a product of the spicy sauce. He nods and sighs as he pulls him into another kiss, his free hand sliding behind Jonghyun’s neck to keep him there.
A rather loud whine interrupts their moment and surely enough, the baby had dropped his beloved teddy bear. Jonghyun picks it up and makes it walk over the little boy’s leg and Kibum thinks he really, really wants to kiss him again.
They finish eating and Jonghyun clears the table while Kibum takes their son, cooing as the little boy reaches out to him with both arms. He settles him on his hip and he uses his free hand to place the dishes in the sink. He expertly wraps up the leftovers with one hand and stores them in the fridge (where there is milk, milk and more milk formula). Jonghyun pecks him on the cheek, and then the baby, before Kibum brings him to the bathroom to get the little boy ready for bed.
Kibum places him on his back on the blanket-covered counter. He’s a little more quiet now, considering it’s getting late, but he looks up at Kibum with those big eyes of his. Kibum nuzzles the baby’s plump cheek and kisses it before removing his clothes and diaper. He wipes him clean and makes him giggle every time he gives him a big, wet, noisy kiss to his cheek or belly or pretends to bite his small fingers. But the baby likes it best when Kibum sings nursery rhymes and bobs his head along while tapping the little boy’s feet or hands together in time. Eventually, when his giggles die down and his eyelids begin to droop, Kibum puts him in a new diaper and brings him to his room. He wraps him up in blue, footed pyjamas and places him in his crib for the night. He stays hunched over the crib, caressing his son’s short black hair until his eyes finally slide shut. Still, as soon as his father quietly shuffles out of the room a cry is heard, then a few more but Kibum knows by then not to give in like he wants to. He stays close until, soon enough, the cries stop and when he peeks his head inside the room the baby is fast asleep.
The sight of Jonghyun sprawled out on top of his sheet music over the kitchen table is what greets Kibum as he returns. Kibum gently shakes him awake and before the elder can complain, he pulls him out of the kitchen and into their small living room.
“B-but my song,” Jonghyun mutters distractedly as he’s being tugged down onto the couch.
“You’ll finish it tomorrow,” Kibum tells him softly, settling Jonghyun’s head on his chest before turning on the television. He can feel the other relax onto him as he slips his fingers through his hair.
“I want another one,” he says after a few long minutes, because neither is really paying attention to what’s playing on the screen.
“Another kid?” Jonghyun asks, mumbling almost.
“Yeah.”
Jonghyun simply hums into his chest, right above Kibum’s heart.
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