Ask Me To Stay; PG-15
Title: Ask Me To Stay
Author: keyminhocean
Pairing: Minho/Key slight!Jonghyun/Key
Rating: PG-15
Legnth: 6,204 words
Warning: Mentions of suicide and infidelity.
Author's Note: Another AFF post. Just messing around with LJ and trying to get the hang of it. When I do, I'll post new things. ^^
Summary: Kibum has to save his marriage before it's too late.
The sound of the blaring alarm clock startled Kibum from his sleep. He groaned and buried his head in his pillow, hoping and pray the alarm would just stop. It didn’t. He groaned and rolled over, slamming his hand down on the clock. He glanced at the clock. 5:30a.m. fuck Minho for having such an early flight. Why could he get a flight that was around noon or some other human hour? Five-thirty was too early for him to be alive.
He heard the shower running and figured he’d go ahead and cook breakfast for Minho. It didn’t take long since he was only cooking bacon, eggs, and pancakes. With his superior cooking skills, he was done with breakfast by the time the shower stopped running. He went back into the bedroom to find that Minho was still in the bathroom.
“Minho-yah, baby I made you breakfast. Come eat.” He said groggily as he knocked on the bathroom door. It opened soon after, revealing Minho, who was sporting nothing but the towel wrapped around his waist.
“I don’t know why you did. You know I can’t eat before a flight. I’ll get sick.” He complained with a pout. Kibum wrapped his arms around his taller lover’s waist and planted a kiss on his lips.
“I was only thinking of you. Now get dressed. You’ll miss your flight.” Minho nodded and walked over to where his crisply ironed suit and dress shirt laid on the back of the desk chair. While Minho dressed, Kibum took it upon himself to get his suitcases together. He lugged the heavy bags as best as he could and stumbled a bit due to his lack of upper body strength. Minho watched him with amusement but decided to help him when he grabbed the bag with his weights in them. Kibum pulled to lift the bag but it wouldn’t budge. Minho, on the other hand, lifted the bag with ease and took it to the front door.
“You know, flaunting your upper body strength really isn’t a turn on.” Kibum said as he added Minho’s laptop bag to the rest of his belongings. He used his pointer finger to count each and every bag and scoffed at how many there were. “Eight suitcases? And that doesn’t even include your carry on and laptop case. Do you really need this many bags?”
“Yes, Kibum. I’m a model. I need my clothes.” Kibum frowned as realization set in.
“So, how long will you be gone this time?” He asked with a bit of ice in his tone. He didn’t mean to sound so cold, but he was upset. Minho was always gone for months and no matter how many times he asked him to stay or to decline a job offer, he wouldn’t. ‘This is my career Kibum’ he’d say to him as if that mattered more than his spouse. Kibum always hated how his he was always second in his husband’s heart, his job being first. He hated coming home to their cold, empty apartment and having to stay there for months at a time. He always got so lonely but he had his own ways of dealing with the loneliness.
“I’m not sure. It’s a minimum two months though.” Kibum let out an irritated sigh. “But I’ll call you and video chat with you every day. You know I will.”
“It’s not the same Minho and you know it.” Kibum retorted, sending his gaze to the floor. Minho took Kibum’s chin in between his thumb and index finger and lifted his head to meet his gaze.
“Then ask me to stay.”
“What?” Minho brought his lips to his husband’s.
“Ask me to stay Kibum. You know-”
“Minho, we don’t have time for this right now ok? You’ll miss your flight.” He walked past Minho to the front door only to have his wrist grabbed by the taller male.
“Kibum, if you want me here, then ask me to stay.” Kibum searched Minho’s eyes and was met with regret. He didn’t want to stay with Kibum. He wanted to go so there was no use in trying to get him to stay.
“Sweetie, this is your career and I won’t be selfish and stand in the way of that. Now come on. I’ll take some of these. The taxi’s waiting.”
“Alright, just hold on a second. I forgot something.” Kibum shook his head at how much of an idiot his husband was and proceeded to haul his overly packed suitcases to the taxi that arrived moments ago, which was a vigorous task. He took two at a time and made his way down the hallways to the elevator. Once it took him to the lobby, he rolled the luggage to waiting taxi only to turn back around and complete the process. He was nearly done when Minho emerged from the bedroom. He walked up to him and slapped him on his arm.
“Yah! Did you leave so I’d lug your heavy ass lugged to the taxi?!” Minho stifled a laugh.
“You caught me.” Kibum studied Minho’s face and noticed that his eyes were red and puffy as if he’d been crying.
“Baby, were you crying? What’s wrong?” He asked and cupped the taller man’s cheek, but Minho caught his wrist half way before he could do so.
“No. My contacts were messed up. That’s why I took so long.” Kibum didn’t believe him but he really didn’t have time to argue about it now. The taxi was waiting and his flight would be leaving in an hour. Minho picked up the remaining bags after wrapping up in his winter gear and took them down to the taxi before getting in along with Kibum.
The drive to the airport was quiet as it usually was. Kibum’s head rested on Minho’s shoulder while Minho rubbed circles into the back of Kibum’s hand. They never really spoke during the taxi rides fearing that they’d ruin the sweet moment they had with senseless arguing and since their time was scarce, they’d much rather enjoy the comforting silence.
They arrived at the airport in less time then they first suspected. They figured it was because it was extremely early so not many people were out. the taxi driver helped them unpack Minho’s bags and they had the curbside attendant check them all in. all that was left to do was find Minho’s gate and send him on his way. They went inside of the airport and stopped a large monitor. On it was the list of flights and gates. Minho studied the screen but couldn’t seem to find what he was looking for.
“I don’t see my flight on here.”
“What’s your flight number babe?” Kibum asked as he scanned over the monitor.
“573.” Kibum ran his finger across the monitor, searching every bit of information until he found Minho’s flight.
“You’re plane leaves in about forty-five minutes. You should-”
“Ask me to stay Kibum.” He said once again, eyes growing red and glistening with tears. Kibum wasn't affected, or at least he didn’t show it.
“You don’t have time for this Minho. You have to go.” Kibum leaned up to kiss Minho, but was rejected when Minho turned his head.
“Whatever.” He muttered as he hoisted his laptop case further up his shoulder and turned to walk away. Kibum rolled his eyes and grabbed his husband’s wrist, walking in front of him and stopping his motions completely.
“You’re about to leave me for two months and you won’t even kiss me goodbye?”
“It’s not like you’ll miss me anyway. You don’t even want me to stay Kibum. Do you even love me anymore?”
“Yah, that’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever asked me. Of course I love you but your career comes first right? At least that’s how you make it seem.” Minho was at a loss for words because he knew he was right. He’d always put his modeling career before Kibum and he didn’t have a right to be angry when the slightly older man stopped begging him not go. With a sigh, he wrapped his arms around Kibum’s skinny frame and inhaled his intoxicating scent that he loved so much. The scent that he’d miss.
“I love you Kibum.” He said with teary eyes and a shaky voice as he pulled away.
“Yah, don’t start crying. You’ll make me cry too.” He wrapped his arms around Minho’s neck and kissed him firmly on his lips, ignoring the stares they got from other people in the airport. “I love you, you idiot.”
Minho chuckled and wiped away a few stray tears that fell from Kibum’s eyes. “Take care of yourself.” Kibum nodded and kissed him one more time before reluctantly letting go. He watched as Minho turned the corner and headed to airport security.
These times were so hard on Kibum. He hated watching Minho leave, knowing that it was the last time he’d see him for a while. At first it was excruciatingly painful to let him leave. Minho would always email him as soon as the plane allowed electronic use. They’d email each other and video chat for Minho’s entire flight and when his plane landed, he’d call him.
Throughout his entire trip, Kibum would call Minho so much that he had to turn his phone off to prevent his manager from scolding him, but Kibum called anyway just to hear his voice. That was then though. Now, things were different. He waited for Minho to call him, email him, text him. Minho was doing all of the contacting now because Kibum was busier than he was before, but not with college nor with work. A smile plastered itself on his face as he turned to leave the airport. He hailed a taxi and told him where he wanted to go before pulling out his phone and calling the number he knew by heart.
“Hello?” A groggy voice answered.
“Wake your ass up. I’m coming over.”
“Kibum, you do realize it’s…seven in the morning? Who wakes up that early?” Kibum rolled his eyes.
“People who have to take their husbands to the airport. Now get up. I’ll be there soon.” With that said he hung up his phone and gave the directions to the taxi driver.
After a thirty minute drive, he finally arrived to his destination, but he was reluctant to exit the taxi. Fresh snow had just started to fall and he was really enjoying the warmth of the vehicle. Reluctantly, he got out and paid the driver before walking into the lobby of the apartment complex. Once inside, he rushed to the elevator, a little more excited than he should have been. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the elevator doors to open and when he did exited and walked to the apartment he had a key to. When he entered the apartment, he heard the sound of a blow dryer so he decided to have a little fun since he’d gone unnoticed.
He crept down the hall to the bathroom and when he opened the door, he was met with a sight that caused his pants to grow a bit tighter. There, standing in front of the mirror was, what Kibum called, his toned tanned god in just a pair of boxers with a towel around his neck. He was a bit shorter than Kibum with a beautiful tanned body, perfectly sculpted abs, and dark silky locks. The man hadn’t heard Kibum come in so saying that he jumped ten feet into the air when Kibum slammed the bathroom door would be an understatement.
“Damnit Kibum! You scared the hell out of me!” He yelled after his heart stopped trying to beat its way out of his chest. Kibum feigned a pout and walked over to the shorted male, grabbing each side of the towel to pull him closer until their lips touched. He backed himself into the sink as Jonghyun savored the flavor of his lips.
“I’m sorry Jonghyun. Do you forgive me?” He asked cutely after they broke their kiss.
“Don’t I always?” Kibum smirked and pulled him in for another kiss, this one being sloppier than the first. Jonghyun forced his tongue inside of Kibum’s mouth and tasted every savored every corner as if it were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. Kibum let his hands run all over the shorter male’s body, stopping at the fly of his boxers. Jonghyun broke their kiss and stared into Kibum’s lust filled eyes.
“Bed?”
“Now.” Kibum squealed as Jonghyun threw him over his shoulder and walked to his bedroom, throwing him on it and wasting no time stripping him of his many layers.
In minutes they were sweating and panting and tangled in each other’s limbs. Kibum lay under Jonghyun, his legs locked firmly around his waist, his nails dragging down his back, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when Jonghyun hit that special spot.
This was the one thing Kibum could look forward to when Minho left; making love to Jonghyun. Well, more like fucking him senseless since there was no love in this relationship. At least not on his part. There was only one man that he loved and that was Minho. Jonghyun was only a cure to his loneliness, a muse rather. Kibum would stay at Jonghyun’s apartment until Minho returned, not willing to spend a night in the cold lonely bed in his own apartment.
Though it may not seem like it, he always felt guilty for cheating on Minho, for letting another man touch him the way Minho did, for letting another man kiss him. He wanted to break things off with Jonghyun, but every time the thought crossed his mind, Minho had another trip and Kibum would be left alone again. That thought alone scared Kibum because he’d never been alone before. He lived with his parents until he moved in with Minho and has been with him ever since. Being alone wasn’t an option for him and neither was leaving Jonghyun.
Kibum shuttered as he reached his climax. His back arched off of the bed, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his mouth was left open in a not so silent cry of pleasure and his nails dug deeper into Jonghyun’s back. Jonghyun followed soon after, emptying himself into Kibum and collapsing on top of him. He didn’t stay there long before Kibum started nagging.
“Get off of me. You’re heavy.” Jonghyun complied and rolled off of Kibum, pulling him onto his chest as he did. This was something Kibum was uncomfortable with because cuddling after sex was a sign of affection and he had none toward Jonghyun. Nevertheless, he stayed in his current position, not being able to resist the warmth that Jonghyun gave off. Jonghyun rubbed circles in Kibum’s hip, trailing his fingers up his side and giving him goosebumps.
“Kibum?” He said, breaking the silence of the room.
“Yes, Jjong?”
“When are you going to leave him?” Kibum rolled his eyes. Here we go again. He thought as he rolled off of Jonghyun’s chest and onto his side.
“Jonghyun…”
“We’ve been sleeping together for six months Kibum.”
“I’ve been with since my first year of high school. Been married to him for two years. I think that trumps our six months of sex, not that you weren’t good or anything.” He started to get out of bed when Jonghyun stopped him and pinned him to the bed as he hovered over him. “Jonghyun, let go.”
“Kibum, he leaves you alone for months at a time. You deserve to be catered to, waited on hand and foot, to be loved every day. Not to be alone in that apartment by yourself.” He leaned down and kissed his pretty pink lips. “Let me cater to you Kibum. Let me love you. Don’t you love me?”
“Of course I love you Jjong,” He lied. “It’s just that I’ve been with him since I was fifteen. That’s a total of ten years Jonghyun, so it’s kind of hard for me to just say ‘Hey baby, sorry but I’m leaving you for your best friend.’ don’t you think?” Kibum was a pathological liar. He knew there was no way he would ever leave Minho especially for Jonghyun, but he’d say anything to keep Jonghyun around. Without Jonghyun, he’d be alone and that was not an option. Jonghyun let Kibum’s wrists free and he wrapped them around Jonghyun’s neck to bring him in for yet another kiss.
“Wait for me Jjong. When he comes back, I promise I’ll break things off with him.” Jonghyun studied Kibum’s face; he couldn’t help but to smile at how cute he looked when he pouted.
“You better be worth the wait.” He said against the younger’s lips.
“I promise I am.” He wrapped his legs around Jonghyun’s waist as Jonghyun attacked his neck with kisses and bites, initiating another round of intercourse.
It was noon when Kibum woke up in Jonghyun’s arms, sticky from sweat and other bodily fluids. He needed a shower, but had no clothes of his own because he didn’t bring a packed bag with him. With a groan, he got up and put his clothes and winter gear on before calling a cab to pick him up. He looked over to Jonghyun’s still sleeping form.
He didn’t deserve to be treated like this, but Kibum was too dependent on him to let him go now. What would make Jonghyun think that he was Kibum’s type anyway? Sure, he was good looking, but he wasn’t tall like Minho. He wasn’t model status. His eyes started to water when he thought of how much he really missed his husband. Minho didn’t deserve this either. If he ever found out, he’d be crushed and would probably leave him. Then what would he do? Go running to Jonghyun? No. Minho would never find out.
He made his was downstairs just as the taxi driver pulled up. Once he gave directions to the driver, he pulled out his phone to check for emails from Minho. There were none, which was strange seeing as he always had a new email from Minho as soon as his plane took off. Maybe he was mad at him for not begging him to stay. Kibum rolled his eyes at how childish his husband was being and sent him a simple email asking him to email him when he got the chance and saying that he loved him.
When he got to his apartment, the first thing he did was shower. He was sticky and sweaty and just completely unclean in every way possible. The warmth of the shower felt amazing on his skin. For a moment, everything was perfect. He had no problems, no worries, no stress or complications. It was pure bliss until the water turned cold and forced him out.
He dried his hair and put on his robe and slippers as he exited the bathroom and went over his dresser. He was putting on a clean pair of boxers as well as taking a few extra pair to pack when an envelope caught his attention. It was addressed to him in Minho’s handwriting.
“What the hell is this?” He asked aloud as he opened the envelope. When he unfolded it, he noticed that it was letter. The first few words stopped his heart immediately.
To my precious Kibummie,
I know that you’ve been sleeping with Jonghyun. Did you think I wouldn’t find out? I would’ve asked why, but I’m sure I know the answer already. I wasn’t good enough anymore. I left you so many times to live alone in that apartment, so naturally it’s my fault that you’ve found happiness in another. I won’t stand in the way of that happiness anymore. My ticket to New York is one way and I’ve gotten a permanent job offer there as a model for Calvin Klein so I won’t be coming back, not that you want me to anyway. I would’ve stayed if you asked me to, but that’s not want you want anymore. I loved you first Kibum and I’ll always love you, but I just can’t stay knowing you can let another man touch you so easily. It hurt so much when I found out but I never let it show. I only hoped that you would come to me and confess and stop but that didn’t happen. He makes you happier than I do so I’ve decided to let you go. I’ve already signed the divorce papers and I’ve left my wedding ring. Please take care of yourself Kibummie. This is my goodbye.
The ink on the page was smudged by the multiple tears that landed on it. Minho left and he was never coming back. He was gone for good and it was all because of a fling. Because of someone who was nothing to him but a good fuck. It wasn’t worth the loss of his first and only love. He frantically dug through the envelope and just as Minho stated the divorce papers, along with his wedding ring, were there. With trembling hand he unfolded the documents and saw Minho’s signature.
He was divorcing him. He left the fucking country without even talking to him first! Well, Kibum wasn’t going to let this happen. He wasn’t going to let the love of his life go without fighting to keep him. Sleeping with Jonghyun should have never happened. It wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth it. Without another thought, he retrieved his phone from his pants pocket and dialed Minho’s number. There wasn’t much of a shock when he was sent directly to voicemail. Minho’s plane wouldn’t land for a while. Instead, he left a voicemail.
“M-Minho, I’m sorry. C-can you please call me back? We need to talk. I love you.” He hung up the phone after leaving the voicemail and started to pack his bags, but not so he could stay with Jonghyun, but so he could go to New York. While in the middle of zipping his suitcase, his phone rang. He hoped that it was Minho, but he knew it wouldn’t be.
“Hello?” he answered blindly, not paying much attention to who was calling.
“You slipped out on me.” Of all the people in the world, Jonghyun was the caller. Why did he have to fall for Kibum anyway? It would’ve made his current situation a lot easier.
“Hi Jonghyun. Look there’s something I-yah, can you turn your damn TV down? I’m trying to talk.”
“Wait, I’m watching something.” Kibum rolled his eyes and blew out an irritated breath. He didn’t have time for this. “Damn, how’d that happen?”
“How’d what happen?” Kibum asked, not really paying much attention. His focus was on the shoes he should pack for his upcoming trip. Getting Minho back was obviously more important, but he was going to New York, the fashion capitol of America. He had to look good right?
“One of the planes crashed this morning. Anyway what were you saying?”
“Well, I was going to-wait-what’d she say?” He asked, speaking of the announcer on Jonghyun’s TV.
“I don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention. Any-”
“What channel are you watching?”
“The local news channel. Why? What’s-” Before he could hear anymore of Jonghyun’s sentence, he rushed to his television in a frantic haze, fumbling with the remote and the flipping through the channels until he landed on the right one. His eyes went wide at the sight of the plane. It was destroyed and still ablaze. The police were shooing away reporters saying that it was too dangerous to get any closer. Bodies were being wheeled off in ambulances; some under white sheets. He knew it was a bit selfish, but he silently prayed that it wasn’t Minho’s plane. No one could survive that massive crash. He turned up the volume on the TV and listened intently for any sign of which flight it was.
“…over half of the passengers did not survive this tragic crash. It was determined that the cargo door had detached which caused an explosive decompression which in turn caused the floor just above to collapse. When the floor collapsed it severed the control cables, which left the pilots without control of the elevators, the rudder and the No. 2 engine. The plane entered a steep dive and crashed shortly after takeoff. As of now, the survivors are being rushed to the Seoul National University Hospital for immediate treatment. Our hearts go out to the families and friends of Korean Airlines Flight 573. This is Park Hyejoon signing out.”
“Flight 573?” He asked as if he could be heard, the numbers burning into his mind as if to taunt and torture him.
“What’s your flight number babe?”
“573”
That was Minho’s flight. Minho’s plane had crash and burned with him on it. His tears were like waterfalls as they stream down his face. The world’s worst migraine formed in his head, his heart was beating so rapidly, he knew it would soon beat out of his chest or stop. He needed to get up. He needed to go to the hospital, but he couldn’t move. He was frozen in his spot on the floor, eyes glued to the screen as if just simply staring at it could erase what he’d just seen.
Soon enough, his senses were back and he rushed to put on whatever was clean. This was no time for a fashion statement; his husband could be…no. Minho wasn’t dead. He couldn’t be. Minho promised him forever and that’s what they were going to get.
After dressing quickly, he grabbed his keys, phone and wallet, and head to the parking garage where their shared car sat. Neither of them could drive during the winter, so they had no use for it. But this was an emergency so Kibum had to drive on the freshly fallen snow.
The hospital was about a half an hour away, but with the snow and ice on the road and about a dozen salt trucks, it took him an hour to get there. He wasted no time before running on the slippery ice, losing his footing every now and then, and rushing into the emergency straight to the front desk. There was an elderly man at the desk in front of him, but he was in too much of a hurry to care.
“Choi Minho. Where is he?” He demanded, interrupting the receptionist.
“Sir, you’ll have to wait. This man-”
“Yeah, don’t care. I need to Choi Minho now.”
“Now, listen sir. Everyone has an emergency and you’ll have to wait your turn.” She turned back to the elderly man. “I’m so sorry sir now what were you-” Kibum slapped his hand down on the desk repeatedly until he gain her attention again.
“You don’t understand! He was a victim of the 573 plane crash this morning and I don’t even know if he’s fucking alive right now! Please just tell me where he is!”
“This young man’s emergency is much more important than hand miss. Please let him go before me.” He looked to the elderly man, eyes full of unshed tears, and hugged the elderly man. He turned back to the receptionist, who rolled her eyes, and started typing on her computer.
“The victims of the plane crash this morning were taken to the burn unit on the eighth floor.”
“Thank you!” He shouted over his shoulder as he ran toward the elevator. He tapped his foot impatiently and repeatedly smashed the button for the elevator as if that would make it come any faster. When it did come, he wasted no time before getting on it and pressing the button for the eighth floor. Luckily, the elevator made no stops and he was quickly lifted to the eighth floor.
The elevator door opened and he ran from the elevator to the waiting room. He tried to go through the doors that clearly said ‘authorized personnel only’ but it was locked. The woman behind the desk approached him when he wouldn’t stop pushing against the doors.
“Sir, you aren’t allowed back there. Is there something I can help you with?”
“T-The crash victims, w-where are they?” He asked, his voice straining.
“The survivors are being treated for severe burns. What’s the name of the person you’re looking for?”
“Choi Minho.”
“Come sit right over here and I’ll give you some information on him.” She motioned for him to take a seat with the rest of the people who were also waiting for their loved ones, but he didn’t sit. He chose to stand, pace the room, walk in circles, anything he could do to ease his anxiety, not that it helped at all. After what seemed like forever, the receptionist motioned for him to step into a private office.
“Doctor Wang will be with you shortly.” He nodded and dried his tears with the back of his sweat, which he now realized didn’t match the pants he threw on in his rush to get here. He scolded himself for thinking about his outfit when Minho was probably burned from head to toe. That though caused fresh tears to spring from his eyes and run down his cheeks. He buried his head in his hands and sobbed quietly until he heard the door creak open and another woman walk in.
“Hello, I’m Doctor Tiffany Wang.” He nodded his head, knowing he was too worked up to speak, and watched as the doctor, who he now knew as Tiffany, sit at the desk. “You’re looking for a Mr. Choi Minho correct?”
“Y-Yes. Where is he? Is he alright?” Tiffany sifted through a stack of papers as she spoke.
“The victims of Flight 573 had to be identified so that we knew who they were. Do you know how we identify people?” Kibum shook his head, not likely how this doctor was speaking to him. She talked down to him in that annoying sugary sweet voice that’s used on children to explain things they obviously don’t understand.
“Well, Mr.…”
“Kibum. Kim Kibum.”
“Mr. Kim, when we don’t know who someone is, we can draw their blood and test it or use their skin particle or hair and that will identify them.”
“Not to be rude, but can you get to the damn point please?” He spat, only interested in knowing where his husband. She sighed and placed her laced fingers on top of her desk.
“What I’m saying is that we’re identified every survivor from the crash. There’s no Choi Minho here.” Kibum felt his blood run cold as those words ran through his head on more time.
“What… what do you mean he’s not here? Where else would he be? Oh God. Is he… Oh God…” Tiffany watched as Kibum cried his eyes out, offering him several tissues and a shoulder to cry on. She didn’t know how it felt to lose a loved one, but she’d seen this happen too many times in her line of work that comforting had become second nature to her.
“As precaution, I checked the names of the deceased and well… he wasn’t on that list either.” He looked to her, an expression of shock written across his face.
“So he’s not alive but he’s not dead? What other fucking list could he be on?!” He shouted. He knew she was only trying to help but he was too upset to control his emotions.
“There were select group of bodies that were, well, burned…beyond recognition. They-” A knock at her office door stopped her mid-sentence.
“You’re needed in room 803.” She said in a rushed manner, an obvious sign of emergency. She nodded and grabbed her lab coat, ushering Kibum out of her office.
“I’m sorry for your loss Mr. Kim. My condolences.” With that, she ran through the personnel only doors, leaving Kibum a sobbing wreck in the waiting.
What was he supposed to do now? Go home and plan Minho’s funeral? Get on with life? How was he supposed live knowing his husband was dead because of him? If he’d never cheated on him, Minho would still be alive. He would’ve never gotten on the fucking plane in the first plane. It was Kibum’s fault and that was too much for him to live with.
He left the hospital, by passing the parking lot, and walked into the darkness of the early night. It wasn’t late at all, only about six in the afternoon, but Kibum was in the mood for sleep, a long, deep, peaceful sleep. He found himself on a bridge with the rushing waves of the river below it. He wondered how cold the water was, figuring it had to be below freezing since there were chunks of ice flowing with the water. Feeling a bit daring, he climbed on top of the wide, low brick wall that prevented people from falling off and looked to the sky.
“Minho-yah, you know you’re stupid right?” he said with a choked sob. “You’d be alive if you hadn’t gotten on that plane. You promised me forever. You promised you wouldn’t fucking leave me alone! God, Minho! Why’d have to go?!” He wobbled unstably on the wall, not even trying to keep his balance anymore, wanting nothing but his troubles to be washed away with the river.
“It’s my fault you’re dead. I need you, more than you could have ever imagined. I can’t live without you.” He pulled out his phone to see Minho’s smiling face greeting him as he unlocked it. Every picture he had was of Minho and he just could stand the sting in his heart knowing that he was the reason he was dead. His mind was now made up as a single tear rolled down his face and he clutched his phone tight to his chest.
“I love you Minho. I’m sorry.” Those were his last words be he stepped off of the wall, falling into the icy depths of the water below and hitting his head on one of the many sharp rocks, killing him instantly.
The sound of the blaring alarm clock startled Kibum from his sleep. He groaned and buried his head in his pillow, hoping and pray the alarm would just stop. It didn’t. He groaned and rolled over, slamming his hand down on the clock. He glanced at the clock. 5:30a.m. fuck Minho for-Minho? He sprung out of bed and ran to the mirror. He was dressed in his pajamas and had a bad case of bed head, but what got his attention was the shower running.
Was it all a dream? It had to be right? Minho was in the shower. It’s like the day reset itself. Frantic and excited he ran to the bathroom door and started to bang on it.
“Minho! Minho please open the door! Minho!” The door flew open revealing a soaking wet Minho with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Yes, Kibum-Kibum? Baby what’s wrong?” He asked when he saw how watery his husband’s eyes were. Kibum threw himself into Minho’s arms, wrapping his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist. He pulled back and planted a lingering kiss on Minho’s lips, shoving his tongue in the taller man’s mouth and tasting him like he’d never see him again. They were both panting when they broke the kiss.
“I’m sorry Minho.” He mumbled into the crook of his neck.
“For what?”
“For…for cheating on you. But, God, Minho it’ll never happen again. Just please, stay.” Minho looked at Kibum, shocked by his words.
“What?”
“I said I was sorry for-”
“After that.”
“Stay.” A small smile appeared on Minho’s face after hearing those beautiful words. Kibum wanted him after all.
“That’s all I wanted to hear.” He hugged the skinny males even tighter and planted small pecks on his lips and every patch of exposed skin he could reach. He set Kibum down on their bed and crawled underneath the covers with him, all without breaking their kiss. They lay there with each other, wrapped in each other’s warmth, and kissed until they fell asleep.
A few hours later, Kibum’s phone started ring and he didn’t need to answer it to know who it was. He reached over, without disturbing Minho, and saw that he had a new text message.
From: Jjong
Did he leave yet?
He looked up at the man whose chest he was lying on and admired him. He wouldn’t let Minho go ever again. Minho was too good of a man to be treated how he was currently treating him. Without another thought about his answer, he typed swiftly so that he could snuggle back into the warmth Minho was giving off.
To: Jjong
No. We’re done. Minho’s staying. :)
{A/N}
How bad was that omg! I meant for that to go a whole different way but it ended up like this OTL. Let me know how it is! ^_^
Author: keyminhocean
Pairing: Minho/Key slight!Jonghyun/Key
Rating: PG-15
Legnth: 6,204 words
Warning: Mentions of suicide and infidelity.
Author's Note: Another AFF post. Just messing around with LJ and trying to get the hang of it. When I do, I'll post new things. ^^
Summary: Kibum has to save his marriage before it's too late.
The sound of the blaring alarm clock startled Kibum from his sleep. He groaned and buried his head in his pillow, hoping and pray the alarm would just stop. It didn’t. He groaned and rolled over, slamming his hand down on the clock. He glanced at the clock. 5:30a.m. fuck Minho for having such an early flight. Why could he get a flight that was around noon or some other human hour? Five-thirty was too early for him to be alive.
He heard the shower running and figured he’d go ahead and cook breakfast for Minho. It didn’t take long since he was only cooking bacon, eggs, and pancakes. With his superior cooking skills, he was done with breakfast by the time the shower stopped running. He went back into the bedroom to find that Minho was still in the bathroom.
“Minho-yah, baby I made you breakfast. Come eat.” He said groggily as he knocked on the bathroom door. It opened soon after, revealing Minho, who was sporting nothing but the towel wrapped around his waist.
“I don’t know why you did. You know I can’t eat before a flight. I’ll get sick.” He complained with a pout. Kibum wrapped his arms around his taller lover’s waist and planted a kiss on his lips.
“I was only thinking of you. Now get dressed. You’ll miss your flight.” Minho nodded and walked over to where his crisply ironed suit and dress shirt laid on the back of the desk chair. While Minho dressed, Kibum took it upon himself to get his suitcases together. He lugged the heavy bags as best as he could and stumbled a bit due to his lack of upper body strength. Minho watched him with amusement but decided to help him when he grabbed the bag with his weights in them. Kibum pulled to lift the bag but it wouldn’t budge. Minho, on the other hand, lifted the bag with ease and took it to the front door.
“You know, flaunting your upper body strength really isn’t a turn on.” Kibum said as he added Minho’s laptop bag to the rest of his belongings. He used his pointer finger to count each and every bag and scoffed at how many there were. “Eight suitcases? And that doesn’t even include your carry on and laptop case. Do you really need this many bags?”
“Yes, Kibum. I’m a model. I need my clothes.” Kibum frowned as realization set in.
“So, how long will you be gone this time?” He asked with a bit of ice in his tone. He didn’t mean to sound so cold, but he was upset. Minho was always gone for months and no matter how many times he asked him to stay or to decline a job offer, he wouldn’t. ‘This is my career Kibum’ he’d say to him as if that mattered more than his spouse. Kibum always hated how his he was always second in his husband’s heart, his job being first. He hated coming home to their cold, empty apartment and having to stay there for months at a time. He always got so lonely but he had his own ways of dealing with the loneliness.
“I’m not sure. It’s a minimum two months though.” Kibum let out an irritated sigh. “But I’ll call you and video chat with you every day. You know I will.”
“It’s not the same Minho and you know it.” Kibum retorted, sending his gaze to the floor. Minho took Kibum’s chin in between his thumb and index finger and lifted his head to meet his gaze.
“Then ask me to stay.”
“What?” Minho brought his lips to his husband’s.
“Ask me to stay Kibum. You know-”
“Minho, we don’t have time for this right now ok? You’ll miss your flight.” He walked past Minho to the front door only to have his wrist grabbed by the taller male.
“Kibum, if you want me here, then ask me to stay.” Kibum searched Minho’s eyes and was met with regret. He didn’t want to stay with Kibum. He wanted to go so there was no use in trying to get him to stay.
“Sweetie, this is your career and I won’t be selfish and stand in the way of that. Now come on. I’ll take some of these. The taxi’s waiting.”
“Alright, just hold on a second. I forgot something.” Kibum shook his head at how much of an idiot his husband was and proceeded to haul his overly packed suitcases to the taxi that arrived moments ago, which was a vigorous task. He took two at a time and made his way down the hallways to the elevator. Once it took him to the lobby, he rolled the luggage to waiting taxi only to turn back around and complete the process. He was nearly done when Minho emerged from the bedroom. He walked up to him and slapped him on his arm.
“Yah! Did you leave so I’d lug your heavy ass lugged to the taxi?!” Minho stifled a laugh.
“You caught me.” Kibum studied Minho’s face and noticed that his eyes were red and puffy as if he’d been crying.
“Baby, were you crying? What’s wrong?” He asked and cupped the taller man’s cheek, but Minho caught his wrist half way before he could do so.
“No. My contacts were messed up. That’s why I took so long.” Kibum didn’t believe him but he really didn’t have time to argue about it now. The taxi was waiting and his flight would be leaving in an hour. Minho picked up the remaining bags after wrapping up in his winter gear and took them down to the taxi before getting in along with Kibum.
The drive to the airport was quiet as it usually was. Kibum’s head rested on Minho’s shoulder while Minho rubbed circles into the back of Kibum’s hand. They never really spoke during the taxi rides fearing that they’d ruin the sweet moment they had with senseless arguing and since their time was scarce, they’d much rather enjoy the comforting silence.
They arrived at the airport in less time then they first suspected. They figured it was because it was extremely early so not many people were out. the taxi driver helped them unpack Minho’s bags and they had the curbside attendant check them all in. all that was left to do was find Minho’s gate and send him on his way. They went inside of the airport and stopped a large monitor. On it was the list of flights and gates. Minho studied the screen but couldn’t seem to find what he was looking for.
“I don’t see my flight on here.”
“What’s your flight number babe?” Kibum asked as he scanned over the monitor.
“573.” Kibum ran his finger across the monitor, searching every bit of information until he found Minho’s flight.
“You’re plane leaves in about forty-five minutes. You should-”
“Ask me to stay Kibum.” He said once again, eyes growing red and glistening with tears. Kibum wasn't affected, or at least he didn’t show it.
“You don’t have time for this Minho. You have to go.” Kibum leaned up to kiss Minho, but was rejected when Minho turned his head.
“Whatever.” He muttered as he hoisted his laptop case further up his shoulder and turned to walk away. Kibum rolled his eyes and grabbed his husband’s wrist, walking in front of him and stopping his motions completely.
“You’re about to leave me for two months and you won’t even kiss me goodbye?”
“It’s not like you’ll miss me anyway. You don’t even want me to stay Kibum. Do you even love me anymore?”
“Yah, that’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever asked me. Of course I love you but your career comes first right? At least that’s how you make it seem.” Minho was at a loss for words because he knew he was right. He’d always put his modeling career before Kibum and he didn’t have a right to be angry when the slightly older man stopped begging him not go. With a sigh, he wrapped his arms around Kibum’s skinny frame and inhaled his intoxicating scent that he loved so much. The scent that he’d miss.
“I love you Kibum.” He said with teary eyes and a shaky voice as he pulled away.
“Yah, don’t start crying. You’ll make me cry too.” He wrapped his arms around Minho’s neck and kissed him firmly on his lips, ignoring the stares they got from other people in the airport. “I love you, you idiot.”
Minho chuckled and wiped away a few stray tears that fell from Kibum’s eyes. “Take care of yourself.” Kibum nodded and kissed him one more time before reluctantly letting go. He watched as Minho turned the corner and headed to airport security.
These times were so hard on Kibum. He hated watching Minho leave, knowing that it was the last time he’d see him for a while. At first it was excruciatingly painful to let him leave. Minho would always email him as soon as the plane allowed electronic use. They’d email each other and video chat for Minho’s entire flight and when his plane landed, he’d call him.
Throughout his entire trip, Kibum would call Minho so much that he had to turn his phone off to prevent his manager from scolding him, but Kibum called anyway just to hear his voice. That was then though. Now, things were different. He waited for Minho to call him, email him, text him. Minho was doing all of the contacting now because Kibum was busier than he was before, but not with college nor with work. A smile plastered itself on his face as he turned to leave the airport. He hailed a taxi and told him where he wanted to go before pulling out his phone and calling the number he knew by heart.
“Hello?” A groggy voice answered.
“Wake your ass up. I’m coming over.”
“Kibum, you do realize it’s…seven in the morning? Who wakes up that early?” Kibum rolled his eyes.
“People who have to take their husbands to the airport. Now get up. I’ll be there soon.” With that said he hung up his phone and gave the directions to the taxi driver.
After a thirty minute drive, he finally arrived to his destination, but he was reluctant to exit the taxi. Fresh snow had just started to fall and he was really enjoying the warmth of the vehicle. Reluctantly, he got out and paid the driver before walking into the lobby of the apartment complex. Once inside, he rushed to the elevator, a little more excited than he should have been. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the elevator doors to open and when he did exited and walked to the apartment he had a key to. When he entered the apartment, he heard the sound of a blow dryer so he decided to have a little fun since he’d gone unnoticed.
He crept down the hall to the bathroom and when he opened the door, he was met with a sight that caused his pants to grow a bit tighter. There, standing in front of the mirror was, what Kibum called, his toned tanned god in just a pair of boxers with a towel around his neck. He was a bit shorter than Kibum with a beautiful tanned body, perfectly sculpted abs, and dark silky locks. The man hadn’t heard Kibum come in so saying that he jumped ten feet into the air when Kibum slammed the bathroom door would be an understatement.
“Damnit Kibum! You scared the hell out of me!” He yelled after his heart stopped trying to beat its way out of his chest. Kibum feigned a pout and walked over to the shorted male, grabbing each side of the towel to pull him closer until their lips touched. He backed himself into the sink as Jonghyun savored the flavor of his lips.
“I’m sorry Jonghyun. Do you forgive me?” He asked cutely after they broke their kiss.
“Don’t I always?” Kibum smirked and pulled him in for another kiss, this one being sloppier than the first. Jonghyun forced his tongue inside of Kibum’s mouth and tasted every savored every corner as if it were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. Kibum let his hands run all over the shorter male’s body, stopping at the fly of his boxers. Jonghyun broke their kiss and stared into Kibum’s lust filled eyes.
“Bed?”
“Now.” Kibum squealed as Jonghyun threw him over his shoulder and walked to his bedroom, throwing him on it and wasting no time stripping him of his many layers.
In minutes they were sweating and panting and tangled in each other’s limbs. Kibum lay under Jonghyun, his legs locked firmly around his waist, his nails dragging down his back, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when Jonghyun hit that special spot.
This was the one thing Kibum could look forward to when Minho left; making love to Jonghyun. Well, more like fucking him senseless since there was no love in this relationship. At least not on his part. There was only one man that he loved and that was Minho. Jonghyun was only a cure to his loneliness, a muse rather. Kibum would stay at Jonghyun’s apartment until Minho returned, not willing to spend a night in the cold lonely bed in his own apartment.
Though it may not seem like it, he always felt guilty for cheating on Minho, for letting another man touch him the way Minho did, for letting another man kiss him. He wanted to break things off with Jonghyun, but every time the thought crossed his mind, Minho had another trip and Kibum would be left alone again. That thought alone scared Kibum because he’d never been alone before. He lived with his parents until he moved in with Minho and has been with him ever since. Being alone wasn’t an option for him and neither was leaving Jonghyun.
Kibum shuttered as he reached his climax. His back arched off of the bed, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his mouth was left open in a not so silent cry of pleasure and his nails dug deeper into Jonghyun’s back. Jonghyun followed soon after, emptying himself into Kibum and collapsing on top of him. He didn’t stay there long before Kibum started nagging.
“Get off of me. You’re heavy.” Jonghyun complied and rolled off of Kibum, pulling him onto his chest as he did. This was something Kibum was uncomfortable with because cuddling after sex was a sign of affection and he had none toward Jonghyun. Nevertheless, he stayed in his current position, not being able to resist the warmth that Jonghyun gave off. Jonghyun rubbed circles in Kibum’s hip, trailing his fingers up his side and giving him goosebumps.
“Kibum?” He said, breaking the silence of the room.
“Yes, Jjong?”
“When are you going to leave him?” Kibum rolled his eyes. Here we go again. He thought as he rolled off of Jonghyun’s chest and onto his side.
“Jonghyun…”
“We’ve been sleeping together for six months Kibum.”
“I’ve been with since my first year of high school. Been married to him for two years. I think that trumps our six months of sex, not that you weren’t good or anything.” He started to get out of bed when Jonghyun stopped him and pinned him to the bed as he hovered over him. “Jonghyun, let go.”
“Kibum, he leaves you alone for months at a time. You deserve to be catered to, waited on hand and foot, to be loved every day. Not to be alone in that apartment by yourself.” He leaned down and kissed his pretty pink lips. “Let me cater to you Kibum. Let me love you. Don’t you love me?”
“Of course I love you Jjong,” He lied. “It’s just that I’ve been with him since I was fifteen. That’s a total of ten years Jonghyun, so it’s kind of hard for me to just say ‘Hey baby, sorry but I’m leaving you for your best friend.’ don’t you think?” Kibum was a pathological liar. He knew there was no way he would ever leave Minho especially for Jonghyun, but he’d say anything to keep Jonghyun around. Without Jonghyun, he’d be alone and that was not an option. Jonghyun let Kibum’s wrists free and he wrapped them around Jonghyun’s neck to bring him in for yet another kiss.
“Wait for me Jjong. When he comes back, I promise I’ll break things off with him.” Jonghyun studied Kibum’s face; he couldn’t help but to smile at how cute he looked when he pouted.
“You better be worth the wait.” He said against the younger’s lips.
“I promise I am.” He wrapped his legs around Jonghyun’s waist as Jonghyun attacked his neck with kisses and bites, initiating another round of intercourse.
It was noon when Kibum woke up in Jonghyun’s arms, sticky from sweat and other bodily fluids. He needed a shower, but had no clothes of his own because he didn’t bring a packed bag with him. With a groan, he got up and put his clothes and winter gear on before calling a cab to pick him up. He looked over to Jonghyun’s still sleeping form.
He didn’t deserve to be treated like this, but Kibum was too dependent on him to let him go now. What would make Jonghyun think that he was Kibum’s type anyway? Sure, he was good looking, but he wasn’t tall like Minho. He wasn’t model status. His eyes started to water when he thought of how much he really missed his husband. Minho didn’t deserve this either. If he ever found out, he’d be crushed and would probably leave him. Then what would he do? Go running to Jonghyun? No. Minho would never find out.
He made his was downstairs just as the taxi driver pulled up. Once he gave directions to the driver, he pulled out his phone to check for emails from Minho. There were none, which was strange seeing as he always had a new email from Minho as soon as his plane took off. Maybe he was mad at him for not begging him to stay. Kibum rolled his eyes at how childish his husband was being and sent him a simple email asking him to email him when he got the chance and saying that he loved him.
When he got to his apartment, the first thing he did was shower. He was sticky and sweaty and just completely unclean in every way possible. The warmth of the shower felt amazing on his skin. For a moment, everything was perfect. He had no problems, no worries, no stress or complications. It was pure bliss until the water turned cold and forced him out.
He dried his hair and put on his robe and slippers as he exited the bathroom and went over his dresser. He was putting on a clean pair of boxers as well as taking a few extra pair to pack when an envelope caught his attention. It was addressed to him in Minho’s handwriting.
“What the hell is this?” He asked aloud as he opened the envelope. When he unfolded it, he noticed that it was letter. The first few words stopped his heart immediately.
To my precious Kibummie,
I know that you’ve been sleeping with Jonghyun. Did you think I wouldn’t find out? I would’ve asked why, but I’m sure I know the answer already. I wasn’t good enough anymore. I left you so many times to live alone in that apartment, so naturally it’s my fault that you’ve found happiness in another. I won’t stand in the way of that happiness anymore. My ticket to New York is one way and I’ve gotten a permanent job offer there as a model for Calvin Klein so I won’t be coming back, not that you want me to anyway. I would’ve stayed if you asked me to, but that’s not want you want anymore. I loved you first Kibum and I’ll always love you, but I just can’t stay knowing you can let another man touch you so easily. It hurt so much when I found out but I never let it show. I only hoped that you would come to me and confess and stop but that didn’t happen. He makes you happier than I do so I’ve decided to let you go. I’ve already signed the divorce papers and I’ve left my wedding ring. Please take care of yourself Kibummie. This is my goodbye.
The ink on the page was smudged by the multiple tears that landed on it. Minho left and he was never coming back. He was gone for good and it was all because of a fling. Because of someone who was nothing to him but a good fuck. It wasn’t worth the loss of his first and only love. He frantically dug through the envelope and just as Minho stated the divorce papers, along with his wedding ring, were there. With trembling hand he unfolded the documents and saw Minho’s signature.
He was divorcing him. He left the fucking country without even talking to him first! Well, Kibum wasn’t going to let this happen. He wasn’t going to let the love of his life go without fighting to keep him. Sleeping with Jonghyun should have never happened. It wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth it. Without another thought, he retrieved his phone from his pants pocket and dialed Minho’s number. There wasn’t much of a shock when he was sent directly to voicemail. Minho’s plane wouldn’t land for a while. Instead, he left a voicemail.
“M-Minho, I’m sorry. C-can you please call me back? We need to talk. I love you.” He hung up the phone after leaving the voicemail and started to pack his bags, but not so he could stay with Jonghyun, but so he could go to New York. While in the middle of zipping his suitcase, his phone rang. He hoped that it was Minho, but he knew it wouldn’t be.
“Hello?” he answered blindly, not paying much attention to who was calling.
“You slipped out on me.” Of all the people in the world, Jonghyun was the caller. Why did he have to fall for Kibum anyway? It would’ve made his current situation a lot easier.
“Hi Jonghyun. Look there’s something I-yah, can you turn your damn TV down? I’m trying to talk.”
“Wait, I’m watching something.” Kibum rolled his eyes and blew out an irritated breath. He didn’t have time for this. “Damn, how’d that happen?”
“How’d what happen?” Kibum asked, not really paying much attention. His focus was on the shoes he should pack for his upcoming trip. Getting Minho back was obviously more important, but he was going to New York, the fashion capitol of America. He had to look good right?
“One of the planes crashed this morning. Anyway what were you saying?”
“Well, I was going to-wait-what’d she say?” He asked, speaking of the announcer on Jonghyun’s TV.
“I don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention. Any-”
“What channel are you watching?”
“The local news channel. Why? What’s-” Before he could hear anymore of Jonghyun’s sentence, he rushed to his television in a frantic haze, fumbling with the remote and the flipping through the channels until he landed on the right one. His eyes went wide at the sight of the plane. It was destroyed and still ablaze. The police were shooing away reporters saying that it was too dangerous to get any closer. Bodies were being wheeled off in ambulances; some under white sheets. He knew it was a bit selfish, but he silently prayed that it wasn’t Minho’s plane. No one could survive that massive crash. He turned up the volume on the TV and listened intently for any sign of which flight it was.
“…over half of the passengers did not survive this tragic crash. It was determined that the cargo door had detached which caused an explosive decompression which in turn caused the floor just above to collapse. When the floor collapsed it severed the control cables, which left the pilots without control of the elevators, the rudder and the No. 2 engine. The plane entered a steep dive and crashed shortly after takeoff. As of now, the survivors are being rushed to the Seoul National University Hospital for immediate treatment. Our hearts go out to the families and friends of Korean Airlines Flight 573. This is Park Hyejoon signing out.”
“Flight 573?” He asked as if he could be heard, the numbers burning into his mind as if to taunt and torture him.
“What’s your flight number babe?”
“573”
That was Minho’s flight. Minho’s plane had crash and burned with him on it. His tears were like waterfalls as they stream down his face. The world’s worst migraine formed in his head, his heart was beating so rapidly, he knew it would soon beat out of his chest or stop. He needed to get up. He needed to go to the hospital, but he couldn’t move. He was frozen in his spot on the floor, eyes glued to the screen as if just simply staring at it could erase what he’d just seen.
Soon enough, his senses were back and he rushed to put on whatever was clean. This was no time for a fashion statement; his husband could be…no. Minho wasn’t dead. He couldn’t be. Minho promised him forever and that’s what they were going to get.
After dressing quickly, he grabbed his keys, phone and wallet, and head to the parking garage where their shared car sat. Neither of them could drive during the winter, so they had no use for it. But this was an emergency so Kibum had to drive on the freshly fallen snow.
The hospital was about a half an hour away, but with the snow and ice on the road and about a dozen salt trucks, it took him an hour to get there. He wasted no time before running on the slippery ice, losing his footing every now and then, and rushing into the emergency straight to the front desk. There was an elderly man at the desk in front of him, but he was in too much of a hurry to care.
“Choi Minho. Where is he?” He demanded, interrupting the receptionist.
“Sir, you’ll have to wait. This man-”
“Yeah, don’t care. I need to Choi Minho now.”
“Now, listen sir. Everyone has an emergency and you’ll have to wait your turn.” She turned back to the elderly man. “I’m so sorry sir now what were you-” Kibum slapped his hand down on the desk repeatedly until he gain her attention again.
“You don’t understand! He was a victim of the 573 plane crash this morning and I don’t even know if he’s fucking alive right now! Please just tell me where he is!”
“This young man’s emergency is much more important than hand miss. Please let him go before me.” He looked to the elderly man, eyes full of unshed tears, and hugged the elderly man. He turned back to the receptionist, who rolled her eyes, and started typing on her computer.
“The victims of the plane crash this morning were taken to the burn unit on the eighth floor.”
“Thank you!” He shouted over his shoulder as he ran toward the elevator. He tapped his foot impatiently and repeatedly smashed the button for the elevator as if that would make it come any faster. When it did come, he wasted no time before getting on it and pressing the button for the eighth floor. Luckily, the elevator made no stops and he was quickly lifted to the eighth floor.
The elevator door opened and he ran from the elevator to the waiting room. He tried to go through the doors that clearly said ‘authorized personnel only’ but it was locked. The woman behind the desk approached him when he wouldn’t stop pushing against the doors.
“Sir, you aren’t allowed back there. Is there something I can help you with?”
“T-The crash victims, w-where are they?” He asked, his voice straining.
“The survivors are being treated for severe burns. What’s the name of the person you’re looking for?”
“Choi Minho.”
“Come sit right over here and I’ll give you some information on him.” She motioned for him to take a seat with the rest of the people who were also waiting for their loved ones, but he didn’t sit. He chose to stand, pace the room, walk in circles, anything he could do to ease his anxiety, not that it helped at all. After what seemed like forever, the receptionist motioned for him to step into a private office.
“Doctor Wang will be with you shortly.” He nodded and dried his tears with the back of his sweat, which he now realized didn’t match the pants he threw on in his rush to get here. He scolded himself for thinking about his outfit when Minho was probably burned from head to toe. That though caused fresh tears to spring from his eyes and run down his cheeks. He buried his head in his hands and sobbed quietly until he heard the door creak open and another woman walk in.
“Hello, I’m Doctor Tiffany Wang.” He nodded his head, knowing he was too worked up to speak, and watched as the doctor, who he now knew as Tiffany, sit at the desk. “You’re looking for a Mr. Choi Minho correct?”
“Y-Yes. Where is he? Is he alright?” Tiffany sifted through a stack of papers as she spoke.
“The victims of Flight 573 had to be identified so that we knew who they were. Do you know how we identify people?” Kibum shook his head, not likely how this doctor was speaking to him. She talked down to him in that annoying sugary sweet voice that’s used on children to explain things they obviously don’t understand.
“Well, Mr.…”
“Kibum. Kim Kibum.”
“Mr. Kim, when we don’t know who someone is, we can draw their blood and test it or use their skin particle or hair and that will identify them.”
“Not to be rude, but can you get to the damn point please?” He spat, only interested in knowing where his husband. She sighed and placed her laced fingers on top of her desk.
“What I’m saying is that we’re identified every survivor from the crash. There’s no Choi Minho here.” Kibum felt his blood run cold as those words ran through his head on more time.
“What… what do you mean he’s not here? Where else would he be? Oh God. Is he… Oh God…” Tiffany watched as Kibum cried his eyes out, offering him several tissues and a shoulder to cry on. She didn’t know how it felt to lose a loved one, but she’d seen this happen too many times in her line of work that comforting had become second nature to her.
“As precaution, I checked the names of the deceased and well… he wasn’t on that list either.” He looked to her, an expression of shock written across his face.
“So he’s not alive but he’s not dead? What other fucking list could he be on?!” He shouted. He knew she was only trying to help but he was too upset to control his emotions.
“There were select group of bodies that were, well, burned…beyond recognition. They-” A knock at her office door stopped her mid-sentence.
“You’re needed in room 803.” She said in a rushed manner, an obvious sign of emergency. She nodded and grabbed her lab coat, ushering Kibum out of her office.
“I’m sorry for your loss Mr. Kim. My condolences.” With that, she ran through the personnel only doors, leaving Kibum a sobbing wreck in the waiting.
What was he supposed to do now? Go home and plan Minho’s funeral? Get on with life? How was he supposed live knowing his husband was dead because of him? If he’d never cheated on him, Minho would still be alive. He would’ve never gotten on the fucking plane in the first plane. It was Kibum’s fault and that was too much for him to live with.
He left the hospital, by passing the parking lot, and walked into the darkness of the early night. It wasn’t late at all, only about six in the afternoon, but Kibum was in the mood for sleep, a long, deep, peaceful sleep. He found himself on a bridge with the rushing waves of the river below it. He wondered how cold the water was, figuring it had to be below freezing since there were chunks of ice flowing with the water. Feeling a bit daring, he climbed on top of the wide, low brick wall that prevented people from falling off and looked to the sky.
“Minho-yah, you know you’re stupid right?” he said with a choked sob. “You’d be alive if you hadn’t gotten on that plane. You promised me forever. You promised you wouldn’t fucking leave me alone! God, Minho! Why’d have to go?!” He wobbled unstably on the wall, not even trying to keep his balance anymore, wanting nothing but his troubles to be washed away with the river.
“It’s my fault you’re dead. I need you, more than you could have ever imagined. I can’t live without you.” He pulled out his phone to see Minho’s smiling face greeting him as he unlocked it. Every picture he had was of Minho and he just could stand the sting in his heart knowing that he was the reason he was dead. His mind was now made up as a single tear rolled down his face and he clutched his phone tight to his chest.
“I love you Minho. I’m sorry.” Those were his last words be he stepped off of the wall, falling into the icy depths of the water below and hitting his head on one of the many sharp rocks, killing him instantly.
The sound of the blaring alarm clock startled Kibum from his sleep. He groaned and buried his head in his pillow, hoping and pray the alarm would just stop. It didn’t. He groaned and rolled over, slamming his hand down on the clock. He glanced at the clock. 5:30a.m. fuck Minho for-Minho? He sprung out of bed and ran to the mirror. He was dressed in his pajamas and had a bad case of bed head, but what got his attention was the shower running.
Was it all a dream? It had to be right? Minho was in the shower. It’s like the day reset itself. Frantic and excited he ran to the bathroom door and started to bang on it.
“Minho! Minho please open the door! Minho!” The door flew open revealing a soaking wet Minho with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Yes, Kibum-Kibum? Baby what’s wrong?” He asked when he saw how watery his husband’s eyes were. Kibum threw himself into Minho’s arms, wrapping his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist. He pulled back and planted a lingering kiss on Minho’s lips, shoving his tongue in the taller man’s mouth and tasting him like he’d never see him again. They were both panting when they broke the kiss.
“I’m sorry Minho.” He mumbled into the crook of his neck.
“For what?”
“For…for cheating on you. But, God, Minho it’ll never happen again. Just please, stay.” Minho looked at Kibum, shocked by his words.
“What?”
“I said I was sorry for-”
“After that.”
“Stay.” A small smile appeared on Minho’s face after hearing those beautiful words. Kibum wanted him after all.
“That’s all I wanted to hear.” He hugged the skinny males even tighter and planted small pecks on his lips and every patch of exposed skin he could reach. He set Kibum down on their bed and crawled underneath the covers with him, all without breaking their kiss. They lay there with each other, wrapped in each other’s warmth, and kissed until they fell asleep.
A few hours later, Kibum’s phone started ring and he didn’t need to answer it to know who it was. He reached over, without disturbing Minho, and saw that he had a new text message.
From: Jjong
Did he leave yet?
He looked up at the man whose chest he was lying on and admired him. He wouldn’t let Minho go ever again. Minho was too good of a man to be treated how he was currently treating him. Without another thought about his answer, he typed swiftly so that he could snuggle back into the warmth Minho was giving off.
To: Jjong
No. We’re done. Minho’s staying. :)
{A/N}
How bad was that omg! I meant for that to go a whole different way but it ended up like this OTL. Let me know how it is! ^_^