A Matter of Desperation (Drabble)
Pairing: domestic!JongKey
Rating: PG
Genre: tooth-rotting Fluff
Summary:It was about time Kibum came home.
A/N: A little after A Matter of Linguistics/Warmth. Myungki is around 6 months. I'm actually excited to post :) I can’t seem to let this little family go ;_;
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Kibum is acutely aware of his son’s distress by the time he makes it to their front door. Myungki is not only quite the talkative baby, but they’ve also come to discover that he has a good set of lungs to him for when the more quiet fussing just doesn’t cut it.
Kibum becomes acutely aware of Jonghyun’s distress when he opens said door, peering inside in worry at the scene before him.
The older man is pacing around in circles in their living room, cradling the wailing child to his chest and bouncing him up and down in his hold, a testament to the patience he’s long ago run out of. He looks distraught in his continuing attempt to shush the baby boy. His head snaps at the sound of the door shutting, focusing on Kibum immediately and going up to him before Kibum can even shrug out of his jacket.
Jonghyun is holding out the little boy to him, the expression twisting his features somewhere between desperation and relief that he’s finally home, in such a way that Kibum can only take their crying child from him without protest.
Jonghyun restlessly runs a hand through his already messy hair and Kibum hasn’t seen him so frazzled since the last time Myungki kept them up all night.
“He’s been fussy all afternoon and now he’s been crying for half an hour already, I tried everything, I don’t know what to do,” Jonghyun rambles on before walking back to collapse onto the couch, making it very clear that it’s Kibum’s turn to handle him. Kibum’s parental instincts tell him something is very wrong because it isn’t like Myungki to go on for so long, and the worried frown on his partner’s face tells him Jonghyun is as aware of that as he is.
Kibum hugs Myungki a little tighter to his chest, trying his best to ignore how every cry tugs at a corner of his heart.
“What’s wrong, sweetie,” he murmurs, more for himself. “You never cry so much, hmm, what’s wrong?”
He reaches over to grab the cloth draped over Jonghyun’s shoulder before settling down beside him on the couch and placing Myungki along his thighs to wipe his face clean. It hurts to see the poor little boy like this without knowing what to do. Jonghyun is holding his head in his hands by his side, rubbing at his temple and Kibum hasn’t been home five minutes yet is already beginning to share the sentiment.
His son takes a deep breath, momentarily quieting and Kibum gets his hopes up that he’s finally drying his tears only to flinch when the next wail is but louder than the previous. The little boy keeps drawing his small, chubby fists to his mouth so Kibum extends a finger for him to have something to squeeze. The little boy’s grip is unexpectedly tight, pulling his finger to gnaw at a knuckle and that’s when it all clicks.
“He’s teething.”
Jonghyun perks up at once, leaning over to see and it definitely looks like that’s the problem judging by how the baby boy makes a fuss anew when Kibum withdraws his finger. Jonghyun scrambles off the couch to rush to their refrigerator, searching for the frozen chewing toy they’d bought some time ago. It was fair to say that Jonghyun had completely forgotten about that; it was hard to do anything, much less think with a clear head when his child had been crying in his ear for what felt like hours.
Myungki is back to chewing on Kibum’s fingers by the time Jonghyun gets it cleaned properly, only this time Myungki doesn’t want to let go. He whines a bit when Kibum finally pulls free and is soon threatening to break out into sobs again because he apparently does not like the toy as much.
“Oh great, another biter,” Kibum says as he resigns himself to let Myungki gnaw at his fingers for the sake of keeping him quiet. Jonghyun suddenly presses up against his side and nuzzles his neck, pinching the skin with his teeth in a playful nip.
Kibum sighs knowingly, to humour the older man, and Jonghyun rests his head on his shoulder again, weight heavy against his side in what he knows is exhaustion from watching after an unusually irritable baby all day. They’ll have to get him to use the actual teething toy someday, but today is evidently not that day.
“I was about to cry too if you didn’t come home soon,” Jonghyun slurs into his jacket.
“You both have so much in common,” Kibum teases back without missing a beat. Jonghyun nudges him, an admittedly feeble retaliation because he then stretches himself to kiss Kibum’s cheek before going back to his spot on his shoulder.
That’s how Kibum finds himself nestling against the two people who mean most to him for the better part of the evening, unwilling to move because one of them had fallen asleep (no, not Myungki).
|| A Matter of Interruptions
Rating: PG
Genre: tooth-rotting Fluff
Summary:It was about time Kibum came home.
A/N: A little after A Matter of Linguistics/Warmth. Myungki is around 6 months. I'm actually excited to post :) I can’t seem to let this little family go ;_;
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Kibum is acutely aware of his son’s distress by the time he makes it to their front door. Myungki is not only quite the talkative baby, but they’ve also come to discover that he has a good set of lungs to him for when the more quiet fussing just doesn’t cut it.
Kibum becomes acutely aware of Jonghyun’s distress when he opens said door, peering inside in worry at the scene before him.
The older man is pacing around in circles in their living room, cradling the wailing child to his chest and bouncing him up and down in his hold, a testament to the patience he’s long ago run out of. He looks distraught in his continuing attempt to shush the baby boy. His head snaps at the sound of the door shutting, focusing on Kibum immediately and going up to him before Kibum can even shrug out of his jacket.
Jonghyun is holding out the little boy to him, the expression twisting his features somewhere between desperation and relief that he’s finally home, in such a way that Kibum can only take their crying child from him without protest.
Jonghyun restlessly runs a hand through his already messy hair and Kibum hasn’t seen him so frazzled since the last time Myungki kept them up all night.
“He’s been fussy all afternoon and now he’s been crying for half an hour already, I tried everything, I don’t know what to do,” Jonghyun rambles on before walking back to collapse onto the couch, making it very clear that it’s Kibum’s turn to handle him. Kibum’s parental instincts tell him something is very wrong because it isn’t like Myungki to go on for so long, and the worried frown on his partner’s face tells him Jonghyun is as aware of that as he is.
Kibum hugs Myungki a little tighter to his chest, trying his best to ignore how every cry tugs at a corner of his heart.
“What’s wrong, sweetie,” he murmurs, more for himself. “You never cry so much, hmm, what’s wrong?”
He reaches over to grab the cloth draped over Jonghyun’s shoulder before settling down beside him on the couch and placing Myungki along his thighs to wipe his face clean. It hurts to see the poor little boy like this without knowing what to do. Jonghyun is holding his head in his hands by his side, rubbing at his temple and Kibum hasn’t been home five minutes yet is already beginning to share the sentiment.
His son takes a deep breath, momentarily quieting and Kibum gets his hopes up that he’s finally drying his tears only to flinch when the next wail is but louder than the previous. The little boy keeps drawing his small, chubby fists to his mouth so Kibum extends a finger for him to have something to squeeze. The little boy’s grip is unexpectedly tight, pulling his finger to gnaw at a knuckle and that’s when it all clicks.
“He’s teething.”
Jonghyun perks up at once, leaning over to see and it definitely looks like that’s the problem judging by how the baby boy makes a fuss anew when Kibum withdraws his finger. Jonghyun scrambles off the couch to rush to their refrigerator, searching for the frozen chewing toy they’d bought some time ago. It was fair to say that Jonghyun had completely forgotten about that; it was hard to do anything, much less think with a clear head when his child had been crying in his ear for what felt like hours.
Myungki is back to chewing on Kibum’s fingers by the time Jonghyun gets it cleaned properly, only this time Myungki doesn’t want to let go. He whines a bit when Kibum finally pulls free and is soon threatening to break out into sobs again because he apparently does not like the toy as much.
“Oh great, another biter,” Kibum says as he resigns himself to let Myungki gnaw at his fingers for the sake of keeping him quiet. Jonghyun suddenly presses up against his side and nuzzles his neck, pinching the skin with his teeth in a playful nip.
Kibum sighs knowingly, to humour the older man, and Jonghyun rests his head on his shoulder again, weight heavy against his side in what he knows is exhaustion from watching after an unusually irritable baby all day. They’ll have to get him to use the actual teething toy someday, but today is evidently not that day.
“I was about to cry too if you didn’t come home soon,” Jonghyun slurs into his jacket.
“You both have so much in common,” Kibum teases back without missing a beat. Jonghyun nudges him, an admittedly feeble retaliation because he then stretches himself to kiss Kibum’s cheek before going back to his spot on his shoulder.
That’s how Kibum finds himself nestling against the two people who mean most to him for the better part of the evening, unwilling to move because one of them had fallen asleep (no, not Myungki).
|| A Matter of Interruptions