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Little Thing He Needs
cast : Lee Jinki/Kim Kibum
genre : AU, romance
rating : PG
summary : Sometimes, what he really needs is a little push.
Little Thing He Needs
I’ve taken your most prized possession.
If you want to see it again, intact, go to baseball field two blocks from your house.
Oh, and don’t forget to bring your glove.
Jinki snorts. He turns his head left and right, eyes looking for any potential culprits on the passersby. This parking lot is limited for doctors only. Visitors have their cars parked on opposite side of the hospital buildings.
The small note is printed on Times New Roman 12, probably some random kids misusing their parents’ printers. He just had his longest night shift at Pediatric Ward and he does not have time to deal with this kind of jokes. He is too whacked to. He pulls the paper from his windshield wiper, crumples, and then throws it to the nearest trash bin.
He is lucky the main avenue is not crammed. He glances at digital clock on dashboard. It is still thirty minutes to 07.00 PM. Maybe he can coax Kibum to have dinner at their favorite eatery. He has been away from home for two days. He just hopes Kibum is not sulking although he knows his husband will not. Sometimes he wished he was not the head of Pediatric Department.
Soon he pulls into driveway and leaves his black Captiva on garage. “I’m home, sweetheart!” he shouts from foyer. Seconds pass and he still gets no reply. Jinki’s eyebrows disappear into a mop of magenta locks. “Has he slept already?” he asks to no one in particular. He checks every single part of house; living room, kitchen, dining room, and lastly, their shared bedroom. The lamps are still on but Kibum is nowhere to be seen. There is no memo attached on fridge or message sent to his phone. He dials Kibum’s number and almost in instant greeted by voice mail.
Jinki’s mind glides back to hours before. When he remembers small paper which had been clipped onto his wiper, his neck turns cold. Few minutes later he has his baseball glove ready with extra bat. It may be useful if he ever needs to hit someone.
There is no one at the baseball field although it is still open. It is weekdays. Last user is most likely some baseball club from local high schools and it may be hours ago. Jinki starts to feel anxious.
“Why do you bring your bat?”
Jinki turns his head immediately, almost twisting his neck. Kibum is behind him, looking very well and not lacking anything. He is still gorgeous with lovat hair and unblemished skin. Part of him is breathing in relief knowing Kibum is as fine as when he left him two days ago, but another half is beginning to decipher this situation. And he does not like where it is going. Jinki moves his eyes fast but no single person enters his peripheral vision. He frowns.
“I think I wrote glove?”
“Thanks to your note I had this absurd idea of you being kidnapped.”
Kibum booms with boisterous laughter. “And did you think of picking up a fight with your baseball bat? Seriously I didn’t think I would give you the wrong ideas. Don’t you find it weird that the note only wants you to bring your glove if I really have been kidnapped?”
Jinki’s face turns red up to his ears. “You weren’t home. And your phone was turned off too.” he retorts, annoyed by the sight of Kibum wiping his tears off. Apparently his husband is too content and finds this situation funny.
“But I did lock the door, darling! Who on Earth is still have chance to lock their door when they are about to be kidnapped?”
Jinki blinks.
“You’ve missed the biggest trivia!” Kibum cackles looking at Jinki’s dumb face. “Come on! Let’s play catch-and-throw. It’s been awhile.” He pulls a ball out of his pocket and throws it to Jinki. Jinki is still upset about the whole prank but he still follows Kibum’s pace without complaints. He catches the ball and tosses it back to Kibum. Soon the anger is washed off Jinki’s face, replaced by silly glee.
“Do you still remember? We used to play baseball afterschool, just two of us.” Kibum shouts, throwing the ball in moderate loop.
“That was seventeen years ago.”
“And we always ended our dates by eating your oily fried chicken!”
“And your pitch is still as weak as those times, sweetheart!”
“Excuse you, Mister Ex-Pitcher! I was Sewing Club’s ace!” Kibum sticks his tongue out. The ball lands on his palm and with efforts Jinki does not know he is capable to pull off, Kibum once again tosses it forward. Jinki is caught off guard receiving the throw. He is afraid Kibum is offended by his words but when he looks up from his left hand, he sees Kibum running to him fast. He feels both of Kibum’s arms around his neck, Kibum’s breath tickling his skin. Their noses are touching each other’s, the proximity bringing awareness to Jinki on how much he misses them being this close.
“So, do you get why I stuck that note on your wiper?”
“Um, not yet?”
Kibum groans. “I know I shouldn’t expect you to because if you do, I won’t do similar things every year. I’m almost running out of ideas, you know.”
Jinki circles his arms around Kibum’s waist and pulls the lithe body closer. He places his chin on top of Kibum’s head and makes a thinking face even when Kibum cannot see it. “What is this about, anyway?”
“But it’s okay. I know you’re busy at hospital and always tired afterward. That’s the perk of being a doctor’s husband, so-” Kibum cuts his own babbles out and innocently kisses Jinki on lips. “Happy seventh anniversary, Lee Jinki. I already reserved us two seats at our favorite. Let’s go! I’m hungry!”
Jinki grins fondly as he lets himself being dragged by Kibum. He could have forgotten many things in their marriage life but Kibum is always there to patch things up. He is indeed a lucky man and he knows it. Maybe he can bring Kibum to Tiffany & Co. this weekend and buy his diva-ish fashion designer couple diamond rings he has been wanting for a while.
“By the way, Jinki, I’m really flattered to know that I’m your most prized possession. Thank you and I love you so much.”
“Yeah, yeah, me too, sweetheart.”