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The Decision (part I)The Decision | onkey | angst | pg | AU | 8430 words | oneshotIt's the little things that become important, the things that used to seeminsignificant.

"We're all of the stars, we're fading away,

Just try not to worry, you'll see us someday.

Just take what you need and be on your way

And stop crying your heart out."

(Oasis, "Stop Crying Your Heart Out")

--His skin used to be sun-kissed, a rich almost- light caramel color thatoffset the bright brown of his eyes. The crashing waves and the calmtide seemed to be captured in those lively irises, so that each smilehearkened back to the sea, and to toes curling in warm sand, and popcans cradled in coolers shaded beneath the protective dome of anumbrella.

A surfer. That had been Kibum's first guess. Something about that brownhair, conjured up the image of a boy on a board, his arms out to his

sides as he laughed and tried his best not to fall.

Kibum was wrong, though. Jinki had never surfed. The ocean wassomething he saw in pictures and on television, out the window of a caras he was transferred here and there. It was something he looked at andkept, like so many things.

Like Kibum.

--

It was unnecessarily coldartificially so. The kind of cold that wasforgotten with good company and good conversation. It was quiet, too,but it was never perfectly quiet. There was always some noise in thebackground, voices, wheels rolling across the floor, the steady thrum offootsteps as someone ran past the door. Beeps and buzzing. Machinesspitting out endless paper trails and an urgent, underlying energy thatextended beyond the four corners of the room.

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Jinki was sitting upright, his hands in his lap. His face held one of thosesmall smiles that seemed to be leftover from a previous expression, andthe tides were still in his eyes. The overhead light hit him harshly,coloring him in pale, bleak tones that made him appear washed out andtired, no matter how many times he insisted that he felt nothing but.

"You could be a model," he said.

Kibum pressed his lips together, his eyes falling toward his hands. Hisvoice, as always, was quiet, level, lacking inflection or excitement as hereplied, "I don't think so."

"No, really. You could." Jinki became more animated then, lightreflecting off his eyes as his face seemed to, all at once, come to life."You could definitely be a model. You've got something. There'ssomething theresomething perfect. Something beautiful."

Frowning a little, Kibum could only say, "No," glancing over and towardthe window. His chest seemed to constrict, so that he could feel eachheart beat thumping against his ribs. It was a funny sort of feeling.Scary, almost.

"Well, I think you could. I tried it once." That earned Kibum's attention,his face turning so that they were looking at one another. "Yeah, I triedit. It fell through, though. I don't know. That industry is kind of tough,expectation-wise."

The word "expectation-wise" struck a chord in Kibum's mind. Heremembered learning something in class a long time ago about made-upwords, but he didn't say anything. There was no point.

A soft laugh disturbed the silence as Jinki shook his head, tilting his facejust a little. "You don't like when I say things like that, do you?"

"Things like what?"

"Nice things about you."

Kibum had to look away again, his eyes locking onto a small flock ofSeoul geese past the blinds as they lifted from the water into the air.Their wings seemed to beat to the gentle rhythm of Jinki's laughter.

--

Kibum hated hospitals. Everything about them inspired some sort ofdisgust that was not tied to anything personal. He just didn't like them,

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not the sanitary smells, not the watercolor flowers on the walls, andcertainly not the people, wasting away in beds and waiting. Somethingabout it all reminded him of himself, of how he, too, was just waitingwaiting for something to happen, waiting for his life to start, waiting tofeel something other than the bleary numbness he woke up to and fell

asleep with. Waiting. Always waiting.

Kibum did not like waiting.

Jinki made him wait.

"Stamp collecting?" - "No."

"Bird watching?" - "No."

"Photography?" - "No."

It was one of those days where Jinki was particularly energetic. It was inhis voice and his eyes and his lips curved in that perpetual smile. He wasup and walking around, hands clasped behind his back as he peeredaround the room, rearranging things here and there. Tilting a pictureinfinitesimally to the left or hanging up another Get Well Soon! card.One wall was covered in the folded greetings, adding splashes of colorto the otherwise bleak room. Jinki looked them over, smiling, before heswung around with a triumphant smirk.

"What about an instrument?"

Kibum blinked, his fingertips closing over the chair arms. "What aboutit?"

"Do you play one?" Jinki asked, in a tone that conveyed his never-endingamusement.

"Yes."

"Oh yeah?" He rushed over, sitting on the edge of the bed so that theywere close, mere inches away from one another. "What do you play?"

Kibum leaned back slightly, saying, "The guitar."

"Guitar? Really? I tried that once. I bought a guitar and everything. Itwas so nice. I really loved that thing." Jinki looked over at the corner ofthe room as if his past was there. "Yeah, I tried. It just didn't work out.Hey, will you play for me?"

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He was looking at Kibum again, his expression one of anticipation andrapt interest. When his face opened up like that, Kibum couldn't help butthink that he looked much younger than he was, like a twelve-year-oldversion of himself rather than a nineteen-year-old. Then again, hisactions did not always coincide with his age. Kibum had learned that the

first time they had met.

"I can't," Kibum replied, rubbing his arm and feeling the goose bumpsthere. "I don't want to bother anyone."

"Bother? Who would you bother?"

Everyone, Kibum wanted to say. But most of allhimself.

--

Jessica was a thin rail of a woman with startling brown eyes and a wistfulsigh. Her hair was always pulled back into a messy bun, and when shetalked, small light brown wisps would begin slipping out and around herface until she pulled the band from her hair and redid it. Once her hairhad been secured, it was never long before it would start coming looseagain. While she was one of the younger nurses, she commanded anddemanded respect from her peers, her hands propped on her hips asshe looked up into the eyes of what should have been her superiors.

But no matter how stern she tried to be with Jinki, she always ended upsmiling. Kibum couldn't help but think their relationship a tad

remarkable. She would walk in, lips thin and eyes narrowed from somepreceding argument, and Jinki would have her grinning and laughing inrecord time. And Jinki, persistent and stubborn Jinki, would always endup doing whatever she told him to do.

Her foot tapped out a metronome of sounds whenever she brought himhis tray of food and he started in on his whining.

"What is this? Thisthis isn't food."

"It's chicken cordon bleu with broccoli florets."

"How dare you make my chicken became like this? This more likechicken cordon gross."

"Hilarious," Jessica said flatly.

"I'll be here all week," he grinned, turning toward Kibum with a smile.

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"You're a regular comedian," she finally conceded with a warm smile.And then, "Watch him, Kibum. I'm leaving it up to you to make sure heeats every last bite."

Kibum could only nod. He wasn't about to tell her that Jinki probably

considered his presence to be some monumental joke.

Batting his eyes, Jinki waved as she left, immediately morphing into ascowled slouch once she was gone. "Hospital food sucks. It just sucks."

"You need to eat," said Kibum, for lack of anything better to say.

"Yeah." Sitting up, he leaned over, his teeth exposed in one of hissneaky smiles. The expression indicated Troublecapital T and all. "Hey,maybe you could sneak me in something? A hamburger? A candy bar?Good lord, something. Please?"

"I don't think so."

Shoulders heaving in defeat, Jinki sighed and brought a forkful ofbroccoli to his mouth. He then proceeded to go into a spastic fit thatended with him falling back on his pillow, as if vegetables were hispersonal kryptonite. Kibum was not worried. There was a time when hemight have been worrieddays, weeks ago now. But Jinki's theatricshad become commonplace, routine.

They were to be expected, like the way he sometimes placed his hand

on Kibum's leg when spoke, or a certain smile that sometimes crept up,and a manner of speaking which could really only be consideredflirtatious. In the beginning, it had been annoying and uncomfortable.Now, it was akin to custom.

Eventually, Jinki peeked open an eye before abruptly closing it andsticking his tongue out.

Despite himself, Kibum found himself amused.

--

Kibum had thought it to be a joke at firstJinki's attraction toward him.It had certainly seemed like one. Particularly that first day, when Kibumcame in and introduced himself, extending his hand for a handshake,and Jinki took his hand and kissed it, telling him he had beautiful eyes.Jessica had been in the room then, and she slapped Jinki on the head,ignoring his whiny complaints as she told him to apologize and greethim properly.

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By that point, Kibum had already slipped out, and it wasn't until he wasall the way outside, nearly to the parking garage, that Jessica caught upwith him. She clasped a hand onto his shoulder and bent over,attempting to catch her breath.

"Je-Jesus...I thought I'dnevercatch up toyou."

"You're" Kibum began.

"Jessica. The nurse. Yes." She straightened, pulling her hand to her hip.Her hair band seemed to have been lost during her sprint, hair bendingaround her face and barely brushing her shoulders. "Listen, I'm sorryabout that. About Jinki, I mean. He's like that."Kibum didn't say anything, mostly because he hadn't anticipated thisturn of events and he was still trying to make sense of what had led him

to leave in the first place.

"What I'm trying to say is, please come back. He needs you, and it's amiracle that we even got someone to come over. He doesn't meananything by it. He's just" She laughed, then, shaking her head as if shehad already failed. "He's just silly. I promise you, he's harmless."

If there was one thing that four years of high school had taught Kibum, itwas that he couldn't say no. So he went back up with Jessica, and Jinkiintroduced himself in a more typical fashion, and what should havetaken one day stretched into the many more that were to come.

Kibum quickly learned that Jessica was wrong. Jinki did mean somethingby it, and it was very clear what he meant.

--

Despite being close in age and height and other random things, such asa shared fondness for Root Beer, Jinki was much more open than Kibumever had been or ever would be.

He might be in the middle of discussing the latest hospital gossip, andhe would suddenly get out of bed and go to the bathroom, not bothering

to close the door even though the toilet was well within Kibum's line ofsight. Or he might be sitting quietly, watching Kibum, who had taken towatching the ducks and geese outside, and he would stand, pulling offhis gown so that the entirety of his body was exposed. Because Kibumnever expected this, he had gotten an eyeful on several occasions,quickly averting his gaze as Jinki changed into something morecomfortablesweats and a t-shirt, or an oversized tank-top and boxershorts.

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Kibum found it difficult to even change around his classmates in thelocker room, so Jinki's openness took some getting used to.

Worse still were the things Jinki said. Compliments that were more than

kind words. Words like "beautiful" that Jinki tossed around withoutreservation, except that they were more than just words.

"You look really nice today," and, "I'm so glad you're here." These werenot simple accolades. They were admissions. The way he said them, theway his eyes sparkling as he spokeit moved Kibum. Jinki was nice, buthe rarely said such things to anyone else. At least, not when Kibum wasthere, but he had a feeling that even when he was not there, Jinki savedsuch sentiments, gathering them up and withholding them until the nexttime Kibum came to see him.

--

On certain days, Jinki did nothing but sleep, his face tossing and buryinginto the pillow as Kibum watched from his chair. On such days, Kibumwould flip through Jinki's file, trying to make sense of it allofsomething, trying to connect some of the scattered dots litteredthroughout the pages. Jinki was an anomaly to him, incapable of beingunderstood. Almost as if he didn't want anyone to understand.

When his thoughts failed to get him anywhere, Kibum would stand, andsometimes Jinki would remain asleep as he left, pulling the door closed

behind him as he emerged into the vigorous flow of the hall.

And sometimes Jinki would wake up, no matter how quietly Kibum hadgathered his things. His eyes would crack open slightly, and he wouldmutter a sleepy, "Stay," rolling over onto his other side.

"What?" Kibum would ask, wondering if Jinki was sleep-talking. But Jinkiwould always say again, "Stay," more clearly the second time, so thatKibum would sit back down, almost dumbly, his eyes finding Jinki's form,that wild brown hair and the now-pale skin of his arms, and then thehastily scribbled pages that were his notes and the perfect letters within

the yellowing pages of a novel.

And Kibum would stay.

--

"Tell me about yourself."

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"What?"

"I want to know all about you."

Outside, the leaves were on the verge of changing, and some of them

shuddered in the wind, revealing their backsides. Rain was on the way.

Kibum said, "We're supposed to talk about you."

"Yeah, well, I wanna talk about you. Any girlfriends? Boyfriends?" hegrinned.

"Jinki hyung," came Taemin's warning tone. "Behave."

From what Kibum had gathered, both from snippets of conversation andJinki's file, Taemin was practically Jinki's brother. He was the closest the

boy had to one, anyway. Like Jessica, Taemin's mission seemed to beproving his capabilities, but, unlike Jessica, Taemin usually failedatleast, when dealing with Jinki. Both of them seemed to be aware of thisdynamic, to the point that Taemin's "Behave" really meant, "Yes, I knowyou're not going to, but I'm going to say this anyway."

Taemin showed up once every week, or more, if he could, but, as heexplained to Kibum one evening while a male nurse took Jinki's vitals, itwas not always easy to make the trip across two cities. Yet, he alwaysmanaged, body sagging against the doorframe, a tribute to his saggingsmile. Kibum really couldn't help but like Taemin. The younger boy at

least attempted to keep Jinki focused.

"Have you decided?" he asked, sewing up a small hole in one of Jinki'ssocks. Jinki fell back onto the bed, his arms spread out at his sides. "Idon't want to talk about that now," he said.

"You're wasting Kibum's time."

For some reason, Kibum found himself saying, quietly, "He's not wastingmy time."

Jinki closed his eyes and smiled.

--

One Sunday when Kibum came in, Jinki had his feet propped up on somepillows and a magazine open on his lap and he was bobbing his head tothe poptastic cadences circling throughout the room and into the hall asKibum opened the door.

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Looking up, Jinki said, "Neil Sedaka," nodding his head toward thestereo. When Kibum stared at him blankly, Jinki's jaw dropped and heclosed his magazine. "Tell me you know who I'm talking about."

"I don't?" Kibum replied.

"Blasphemy!" he cried, throwing his head back and pulling his hair. "It'sonly Neil Sedaka, one of the best singer-songwriters of our time!"

"Neil? It's a man?"

"Of course!"

Kibum stood, listening. "Sounds like a woman."

"Like aI'll pretend I didn't hear that. Sedaka is amazing. He makesbeautiful music, and I cannot believe you've never heard of him. Myheart weeps for you." Narrowing his eyes, he patted the bed beside him."Come on. You're going to sit here and listen to a genius." It seemed tobe against his better judgment, but Kibum sat his book-bag down andtook a seat, the mattress giving little way beneath him. He wonderedhow Jinki was able to sleep on it night after night before recalling thebrown haired boy's numerous complaints on the subject.

Jinki clearly knew every single word of every single song the man hadever sung, as demonstrated by his dramatic renditions of the tunes.

When one song ended and another began, Jinki paused, looking atKibum with wide eyes and a stupefied smile.

"I sang and danced to this song once," he said.

Kibum's eyebrows pulled together. "Wait, danced? You mean at school?"

"No. I mean I performed a contemporary piece to this song."

Kibum knew what he was hearing, but it didn't seem possible. "I knowyou have a talent in singing, but danced. Youre a dancer?" he asked,

unable to hide the skepticism in his voice.

"I was. For a minute. I did all kinds of danceballet, contemporary, jazz,tap"

"Tap," Kibum repeated slowly.

Apparently, this was the wrong thing to say, because Jinki jumped up

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into the small open space of the floor and said, "Allow me todemonstrate." And demonstrate he did. Kibum's deadpan was not anaccurate expression of his surprise. Because this definitely surprisedhim. Jinki's feet began moving, and even if he wasn't wearing tap shoes,the muffled sounds of his socks were still strict, exact sounds as they

danced across the floor. "It's not as complicated as it looks," he said ashe moved, not sounding as out-of-breath as Kibum expected him to. "Itall boils down to step-ball-change."

Kibum didn't have the faintest idea what that meant, and anyway itcertainly looked complicated, especially when Jinki broke out intovarious styles of dance, switching between them fluidly and withincredible ease. Kibum's face must have been an open book, becauseJinki laughed and leaned over, gripping his wrists and pulling him tostand. "Don't look like such a deer in the headlights," he said. "It's easy.Now" He placed one hand on Kibum's shoulder and clasped Kibum's

right hand in the other, "Shoulders down, hands up."

Kibum's face was permanently locked in a blank stare as he realized thatJinki expected him to put his hand on his waist. When that didn't workout, Jinki threw his head back with a short laugh and curled his ownfingers around Kibum's waist, pulling him into a swift twirl as Jinki spunhim around the room. Not knowing what to do, he let himself be led,Jinki smiling and laughing the whole time and making the room seem somuch larger than it actually was.

When the upbeat song faded away and another, slower one began,

Kibum made to pull away, but Jinki didn't let go. Instead, he stepped inclose, very close, guiding both of them into a gentle sway. His cheekwas warm as he pressed it against Kibum's cheek, and he smelled ofsoap and vanilla. Jinki never spoke, and it was quiet, even with themusic. In fact, the music seemed to make it seem that much more quiet,so that Kibum could hear his heart beating in his earsthump, thump,thumpand he wondered if Jinki didn't hear it, too.

--

Jinki was thinner now, his skin stretching over the muscles in his arms

and legs and making him look like a runner. He couldn't run though, notlately. He had fallen into a difficult period, a period of rain that matchedthe season's turbulent weather.

He did not talk as much as he used to, and he would nod off withoutwarning. Kibum might turn his head to watch someone whipping theirfishing rod across the water, and when he turned back, Jinki's eyesmight have closed in sudden sleep. When he stood, Jinki did not move or

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tell him to stay, but sometimes, Kibum sat down and stayed anyway.

He brought things for Jinki, like cans of pop and magazines and CDs, andJinki expressed his thanks in the form of smiles and, more often, thetouch of his hand on Kibum's leg or arm. Kibum was uneasy. He wanted

Jinki to tell stupid stories and nod his head to the music and break out indramatic intermissions. There was something excruciatingly frail abouthis bodyall sharp angles beneath the sheetsand the cold that Jinkididn't seem to notice anymore, that Kibum was only too aware of.

--

"No way, just noKibum! Kibum, thank god you're here!"

Jinki's energy had apparently returned, illustrated by the three nurseswho hovered around his bed cautiously. Jessica stood further back, her

hair falling freely into her face as she examined a clear bag of fluid forany faults. Looking up, she faced Kibum with a weak smile.

"His body isn't retaining fluids," she said, gathering a thin strip of tubingfrom the counter.

"We have to give him an I.V. You might want to leave"

"No!" Jinki shouted, a high-pitched element in his voice. "Don't leave,Kibum. I don't" He paused, pinching the bridge of his nose and takinga deep breath to calm himself. "I don't like needles," he said quietly.

"They make me nervous."

Kibum found something then, a swell of firmness brought on bynecessity. He said, "This has to be done, Jinki."

When Jinki looked up, Kibum could see the alarm, the way the wavescrashed against rocks in his eyes. "Well, justjust distract me orsomething. Tell me a story, tell me about your day, tell me about yourapplications. I don't care, just anything."

It might have been necessity, but it was also something else, something

purer that prompted Kibum to slide past the nurses, appropriating hisusual chair, which he pulled closer to the edge of the bed. Jinki hadstarted rocking, pressing his face into the tops of his knees. He didn'tstop until Kibum's fingers slipped into his palm. Then he stilled, his faceburied in the crook between his kneecaps as he clasped onto Kibum'shand, softly at first, and then more tightly until it was all over.

PART II

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"Mmm, you smell good," Jinki said, leaning on Kibum's shoulder with asigh of content. He still had not decided, and Kibum was beginning towonder if he ever would, and if it even mattered now. A chill wind blewthrough the grounds, picking up leaves and taking them on a windingjourney of flight. There were not too many people outside. It was brisk,

and the sky had darkened with the progression of the day so that thesun just barely shone over the tops of the houses. The wooden benchhad been cool at first, but now it was warm, like Jinki, nestled up againstKibum's side. Kibum forgot to tell him to move. He could have movedhimself, but he forgot to do that, too.

"It might rain," said Kibum, finely attuned to the damp in the air andJinki's radiating warmth.

"Maybe. Why, do you not like rain?"

"Not really."

Jinki chuckled, pulling his arms out of his sleeves and into the thick bodyof his gray sweater. It was a little bit difficult because of the I.V. line, buthe managed, wheeling the stand over a few inches. "That doesn'tsurprise me. It's kind of funny though. I miss it. The rain, I mean." Hisvoice was soft and gentle, full of nostalgia and a deep longing. "I missgetting caught in it," he said. Then, "I miss a lot of things. Like mowingthe grass, and coming inside, smelling like the lawn. Or times-tables thatI never could seem to memorize. Or crushes, even if they sucked andmade no sense whatsoever. Or that feeling you get when you're driving

and you let someone into your lane, and they give you that wave, youknow? And you might give them a wave back and you feel great forsome reason. I used to call it my good deed of the day. It really isfunnyI never thought I'd miss that, but I do. You don't realize howmuch you'll miss little, inconsequential things like that."

It was quiet then, for a little while. The sky was getting darker, andJessica would be wondering where they were. She would probably beangry, but her anger never persisted for very long these days. After all,it was only with her help that Jinki was even able to venture outside.

"Hey, Kibum?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I might have a crush on you."

".I know."

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Jinki's laughter was crisp. "I thought you might," he said.

--

He was in a bad way, his body doubled over, fingers clutching a

cardboard bowl. Every few minutes, his form was wracked with harshshudders and he would begin heaving violently into the container, tearscollecting in the corners of his eyes. Jessica rubbed his back and dabbedat his face with a damp washcloth, but Jinki's stomach seemeddetermined to rid itself of everything.

"Didn't Taemin tell you not to come?" he asked, sounding perturbed.Mostly, he sounded tired. He pushed the bowl forward and Jessica tookit, disposing of it in the hall.

"He did," Kibum replied from the doorway.

Jinki chuckled a little, rubbing his face and laying it on his folded arms.His knees were tucked into his chest. He wouldn't look up, as if he didn'twant Kibum to see him like that. When Jessica returned, askingsoothingly if he needed anything, he shook his head.

"You should get some rest," she said.

"I can't sleep. Not like this."

"Please try." The brightness of her brown scrubs emphasized the dark

circles under her eyes. She switched the charts and left.

Kibum lingered in the doorway for a few seconds more, and then hestepped inside, shrugging off his jacket and placing the guitar case onthe floor in front of his chair. It tapped onto the linoleum with a softthud, the metal clasps springing open as he released them. Theinstrument was nothing special. It was not as ornate as some were. Itwas a simple, nylon-string guitar with a mahogany soundboard. The pickwas tucked beneath the headstock, a plain black plectrum.

The guitar always felt good in Kibum's hands, familiar. Music was

something that simply came to him, unlike the answers to questionsabout his future and what he was going to do, and how on earth he wasgoing to do it. He strummed it once, cutting off the sound with a quickpress of his fingers, and then he plucked a few notes out, tuning it whennecessary. The random notes gradually strung together, and theybecame a song, and Kibum stopped worrying about his fear of playing infront of people, because that was not important. What was importantwas Jinki, who looked over finally, a hint of a smile on his face. He finally

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pulled himself up so that he was no longer closed like a clam, and thelines left his face, along with some of the pain.

When an older nurse walked in, telling Kibum that he needed to stop,Jinki wilted a little, closing back down. But Kibum did not stop. His

fingers pressed out chord after chord, drowning out the woman's voiceand replacing it with song. She left and returned with an older man,some supervisor or something, judging by his nametag and air ofauthority, and Kibum did pause then, his hand stilling so that the finalnote hummed both close and distantly.

"Young man," said the supervisor, "you can't do that here. It's disturbingthe other patients."

Normally, Jinki would have been a ball of contention, but any energy hehad had seemed to have been spent throwing up. He had just enough to

lean his face back on his arms. Kibum, not wanting to make trouble forhim, lowered the guitar onto his lap.

"Um, excuse me," came a soft voice. A young woman stood in thedoorway, her hair in straight black waves that fell like a curtain aroundher face. She appeared soft and small, but she quickly garneredeveryone's attention. She looked straight at Kibum. "My brother wasenjoying that. I hope you'll continue. It wasn't bothering us."

An old man across the way yelled, "Yeah, I liked it," and then he begangrumbling about how everyone had to take the joy out of everything.

That was the first time Kibum had ever heard him speak. The elderlyman had always seemed to glare at Kibum whenever he walked by. Thehall was all at once filled with conversation, and it was loudalive. Thesupervisor and the older nurse left in defeat, and Jinki looked up again.Weakly, he smiled.

"Thank you, Kibum," he said.

Jinki would fall asleep to the placid sounds of Kibum's guitar many times.

--

One morning, Jinki would say only, "I don't want youto come byanymore."

Kibum would show up the next day.

--

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Kibum was attempting to knit. Jinki had somehow cajoled him into theleisure pursuit with a confident, "I've tried this before."

Looking over at the older boy's mess of yarn and lost needles, Kibumhad his doubts.

But it was fun. Jessica got a kick out of it anyway, and Taemin didn'tknow what to make of it, which really tickled Jinki. Taemin had startedcoming over more frequently now, and Kibum sometimes spent thenight. He might be knittingor trying to, or he might be playing hisguitar, or reading, or watching the calm surface of the water outside thewindow, and suddenly it would be ten or eleven, or later. Jessica wouldbring him a warm blanket and a pillow, if she could find one, but Kibumstarted bringing his own. Drawers that had previously been empty werenow filled with Kibum's things, spare outfits, scarves, and sweaters, andseveral books he liked to read.

It was not uncommon to walk in and find Jinki pilfering through hisbelongings or wearing his clothes. It was strange, however, that suchmoments gave Kibum a feeling of contentment that made no moresense than Jinki's feelings for him.

It rained a lot more, the droplets tapping against the pane as if theywanted in, and one day, it even snowed. They watched the plump tuftsas they fell, delicate things that looked like feathers and made Kibum'sthroat constrict until he cleared it. He did not jump when Jinki's fingerscombed through his hair, stopping at the base of his neck. A soft, tender

gesture. When Kibum did look over at him, Jinki smiled, pulling his handback to his side.

He said, "I've decided."

--

It was quite a while before it rained again. Several weeks, in fact, to thepoint that Kibum wondered if it ever would. He began to doubt himself,too, or at least Jinki's latest harebrained scheme. The air was coldernow, much colder, and only a few leaves clung to thin branches, the rest

threading through the grass and coloring it in red, orange, and gold huesthat crunched underfoot.

Moreover, Jinki was unpredictableprone to chronic fevers, fatigue, andpain. He might be all right one day and bedridden the next, unable toeven speak. He no longer ate solid foods; he had been switched to aliquid diet which he received intravenously. Sometimes, Kibum broughthim outside, but Jinki shivered easily and could not stay for very long.

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The pond began to frost over at the edges, softening in the noon sun.

And then, one day, it began to rain. Jinki had just finished his standardmeal, and he looked over at Kibum with mischief and excitement in hiseyes. While Kibum knew this might turn out to be a bad idea, he felt a

little excited, too. The immense trouble they would get in when theywere caught, because they would get caught, was little more than anafterthought.

Jinki seemed to know how to detach himself from the I.V., and then itwas only a matter of changing and making it through the front doorsundetected. His toothy grin flashed from beneath the hood of hissweatshirt as he and Kibum left the room and, after some furtive tactics,the building.

It was a little after three o'clock, and the sun still glistened with a warm

amber glow that reflected off the windows in a fiery display of light. Itseemed to warm the rain as it soaked into their clothes and through totheir skin. Jinki held onto Kibum's hand and started running so thatKibum had no choice but to follow him. They dove into the parking lot,angling around cars as the rain fell harder and harder. Jinki's hood fellback and he laughed, his hair catching the droplets and plasteringbrown strands to his face.

Jinki almost tripped, and Kibum stopped, his chest heaving. He had aridiculous grin on his face as he looked at the hospital, now a farawayplace, and then back to Kibum. Kibum kept pushing his bangs out of his

eyes only to have them slip back down again with the falling rain.

"You call this a date?" he asked, still breathing hard.

"Only the best date ever," Jinki said. His smile had a charming, infectiousquality.

"And this is what you want?"

"This is what I want." Shading his eyes with his hand, he looked around."Where's your car?"

Kibum mulled over his words, stating, "We can't leave."

"Why not? Aren't I in charge of the date? It's my wish."

He had a point.

Nevertheless, Kibum tried to pretend that it was with nothing but the

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utmost irritation that he let Jinki have his way. They both knew better.

--

His room was an empty rectangle with cornflower-blue walls and cream-

colored drapes. His bed was tucked into one corner, the sheets tight andexact, and his desk fit into another. The only adornment seemed to bethe navy-and-white-striped rug in the very middle, a small island amidstthe dull brown of the carpet. Jinki surveyed all of this with a keen eyethat took in every detail. He shook his head approvingly.

"Nice," he said.

"Do you have a preference?" Kibum asked, in reference to clothing. Theycertainly weren't going back as they werewet and waterlogged.Outside, it was not a problem, but inside, his shirt clung like a second

skin, and it was uncomfortable. Kibum peeled his off, slipping a whiteundershirt on instead. He fished around until he found a second one.When he held it out, Jinki bounded across the room, his shoes flying offas he sprung onto the bed, sending the coils screeching and popping. Hewas grinning from ear to ear.

Kibum frowned. "We have to go back."

"Eventually."

"Eventually," Kibum repeated, turning the word around in his mind. He

liked that it meant not now. Soon, his family would start coming home,one by one. Later, they would be in a colossal amount of trouble. But notnow. "You should change," he said, padding over to the bed. The whiteshirt hung limply in his hand.

Jinki said, "Make me."

Kibum released a slow breath. He placed the shirt on the bedspread andclasped the hem of Jinki's sweatshirt, pulling it up and off of him. Jinki'shair was a little wild now, but it was starting to dry in soft patches. Hiseyes reflected the cool pitter-patter of rain as it slowed and stopped.

Jinki's fingers played with the buttons of his shirt, but Kibum pushed hishands away, working the buttons through their respective holes.

Jinki's chest was as pale as the rest of him. Kibum could make outseveral of his ribs. Their eyes met, and it was Jinki who looked away.Kibum folded then, his body collapsing forward. His arms found Jinki'ssides and back, his face pressing into the boy's neck. Jinki's sigh waslong and slow. It matched the pace of his arms as they wrapped around

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Kibum, pulling him closer.

A minute, maybe more passed, and Kibum straightened himself, slippingfrom Jinki's arms. He helped Jinki into the dry shirt, passing him a pair ofjeans to change into and getting a pair for himself. Once they were both

in fresh clothes, they sat beside one another on the bed, their backs tothe wall so that their ankles draped over the edge. Jinki was humming asong, one of Neil Sedaka's that Kibum soon recognized. He leaned back,listening, closing his eyes. The room was cold; the heater had not yetkicked on. Kibum pressed over, closer, and there were Jinki's armsagain, around him, fingertips pushing into his shoulder and side. Kibumfelt something rising up in him, like a cough or a sob. Thankfully, Jinki'shands smoothing through his hair dispelled either of these possibilities.

"Why do you like me?" Kibum asked.

"Why? I don't know. Why do we ever like anyone we like?"

"That's a good question."

"I can come up with them every once in a while," Jinki said, almostlaughing.

Kibum looked up at him, and it became one of those awkward, not-quite-intentional things. It worked, though, after they figured out who wastilting his face which way. Jinki's breath was warm, his hand on the backof Kibum's neck. The room was still with near-perfect quiet.

Kibum's first kiss was a little clumsy, and unnerving, naturally. But hequickly forgot about this. There was something about kissing and firstkisses that helped them fall into place. Something about Jinki's smile ashe pulled back, and the ghostly touch of his fingertips, pushing Kibum'shair away from his eyes. Kibum pressed his temple to Jinki's chest.Faintly, he heard a door opening somewhere in the house. Someone hadcome home.

--

They got into a lot of trouble. A lot more than either of them anticipated.

Jinki's attitude certainly did not help matters. He sat back as someonehooked up his I.V., rolling his eyes and saying, "Yeah, yeah," every sooften. Predictably, this only angered everyone even more, especially thesupervisor, whom they had lucked out into meeting a second time. Itturned out that he was in charge of the entire oncology department.Jessica, a quiet presence in the background, could do nothing but agree

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with him.

As a result of their "little escapade," as the supervisor kept calling it,Kibum would not be permitted within the hospital for a week, and Jinkiwould be kept on close watch for the duration of the month. Once

everyone had crowded out of the room, Taemin glanced between themboth, sighing in defeat and announcing that he was going to get a cup ofcoffee. He did not look angry, only tired.

"I hate that guy," grumbled Jinki.

"It could have been worse," was Kibum's flat reply. Out of the corner ofhis eye, he watched the supervisor's shadow cross the doorway severaltimes. "I better go."

"Yeah."

"Will you be okay?"

Jinki grinned. "Will you?"

Kibum stared at him until Taemin came back. He thought about thatquestion on the way home, the lights from oncoming traffic illuminatinghis face, and later, in bed, where the only light was that of the stars thathe could see even when he closed his eyes.

--

That was the longest week of Kibum's life. He called Jinki everyday, andsometimes they talked for hours, Jinki filling up the space with the latestnews, and sometimes they didn't talk at all. Sometimes, Taeminanswered, or Jessica, saying only that Jinki was not feeling well andcould not talk. His chest tightened whenever he heard Jinki's brittlecough in the background.

There was also a level three snow advisory in effect that weekend, theweather coming out of nowhere and ending up everywhere so thatKibum had no choice but to remain home. On Saturday, Jinki talked to

him until he fell asleep. He woke up hours later with the phone under hisear, pillow-like. On Sunday, Kibum woke up early and made the drive.The streets were slick, so he drove slowly, the wheels skidding with eachgentle pump of the brakes. The marble floor of the hospital foyer was awelcome sight.

Jinki was not yet awake when he came in. He dozed peacefully, facetucked into his pillow as his chest rose and fell to an internal tempo.

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Taemin sipped cold coffee, smiling as the Styrofoam left his lips. "Goodmorning," he whispered. Kibum sat down in the empty chair beside him,and Taemin filled him in on Jinki's latest antics.

Hours later, when Jinki finally woke up, he started to berate Kibum for

chancing the icy roads, his face lit with frustration and concern, andthen he just stopped, holding his arms open.

Kibum stood, fitting himself into Jinki's arms.

--

Weeks passed. Soon, there was no longer a watchperson outside ofJinki's door. It didn't matter, anyway. Jinki was practically confined to hisbed. He tried to explain that he was just tired, but it was more than that.He was sick more oftenonce, if not twice a day. And he was restless.

He woke up in the middle of the night, coughing or confused, and hispain was a chronic presence. Kibum could see it in his eyes, the murkychocolate brown there. He helped Jinki into different positionsupright,flat, fetalbut they were only temporary solutions. The morphine dripwas almost useless.

Kibum, too, felt useless. He could do nothing but sit and watch, offeringhis hand when a wave of pain passed and reading to him in a feebleattempt to help him sleep.

Jinki assured him that that was more than enough.

"You know what I want you to do?" he asked, squinting a little into theoverhead lights. The fluorescent paneling was a stark contrast to theopaque blue-black of the night sky.

"What?" said Kibum.

"I want you to sit over here."

"Where?"

Jinki pressed up on the mattress, scooting over to the edge of the bed.He rubbed the vacant space beside him.Kibum looked confused. "But Taemin's here."

"So?"

The youngest had his head craned backwards over the back of his chair.His magazine had almost fallen completely out of his hands, balancing

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precariously on the ends of his fingers. He wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. Considering this, Kibum walked over, climbing into the bed.Jinki spread the blanket over so that it covered Kibum's legs, and theirwrists touched, a perfect accident. They looked at one another. Both ofthem leaned forward at the same time, and it was sweet, like a sigh on a

beautiful spring day. Jinki's hand was cold as it stroked Kibum's cheek,but it borrowed warmth from Kibum's hand as their fingers wovetogether. The older squirmed, settling down into the bed, and then hegave up, placing his pillow and then his head on Kibum's lap.

"There we go," Jinki said, clearly satisfied. Kibum put his fingers throughthe soft hair, massaging the spot behind Jinki's ear and earning awordless murmur.

"How do you feel?" Kibum asked.

"Just dandy."

"You know what I mean."

Jinki looked up at him, his smile a consolatory meniscus. "I'm happy.That's all that matters. And what about you?" He squeezed Kibum'shand. "Seriously. You never tell me how you feel. I wanna know."

The words were there, but Kibum had to swallow a few times before hecould say, successfully, "I'm happy, too."

--

Taemin's voice was broken and clipped over the phone. Urgent. "You'dbetter come by," he said.

Jinki was not responding.

He did not open his eyes when Kibum walked in, his upper body proppedup on pillows. He just lay there, motionless, breathing out and then in.There was a low rattle deep in his throat, like something had comeloose. Kibum ignored it, laying his hand on top of Jinki's hand. It was

cold. It did not turn upward to close over Kibum's hand like it used to.

Taemin looked up at him but said nothing. Like Jinki, it was in his eyes.Kibum sat down, placing his guitar case gently on the ground. The blackleather was old and weathered, peeling in some places and strippedaway completely in others. Cool water from melted snow pearled outfrom the soles of his shoes, soaking into the edge of the case as Kibumpicked up his guitar and began to play.

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Faintly, Jinki smiled.

--

Students spilled out of the building, pushing into one another andaround each other as they rushed to a waiting bus or car or onto thecrowding sidewalk. Their breath hung before them, steady puffs thatsuggested the harsh chill of January. There was not so much snowanymore as there were blocks of white ice, scattered and broken on thepavement, impervious to salt trucks. Kibum stood still, jostled every sooften by classmates that rarely apologized, that were entangled in theirown universes.

Jessica's name was flashing on the screen of his phone. The devicevibrated in his hand, up his arm and to a deeper part of him. He couldn't

bring himself to answer.

He knew.

Jinki had gone.

--

He did not go to the service.

He made it as far as his bedroom door.

That was where everything began to blur.

--

It was a while before he could go back. Even then, it was Jessica's gentlepleading encompassed in voicemail after voicemail that drew Kibumback to the hospital.

The room was empty, smelling of harsh astringents and sanitary fluids,as if someone had scrubbed the place clean of him. The only evidence

consisted of small scraps of tape catching the light from outside thewindow where someone had hastily ripped the cards off the wall.Beyond the glass, the pond had finally unfrozen, and a dog nosedaround the edge as if he sensed the return of the birds.Jessica appeared in the doorway. Her hair was longer now, stopping justbelow her shoulders. She struggled between a smile and a more somberexpression. "Hello," she said, ending up somewhere in the middle.

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"You wanted to see me?" Kibum asked.

"Yes." She nodded, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. "Yes," shesaid again. She went over to the bed, kneeling beside it, her arm slidingunderneath, and when she pulled it back, she dragged out a shiny black

case. She placed it on the bed and said, "Here."Kibum looked at her, and then he looked at the case. He knew what itwas. The latches sprung madly against the sides as he released them. Itwas a nice case. Solid. The guitar was even nicer, with a smooth sprucesoundboard. The body and headstock were blue, and as the light rippledoff of them, it mimicked the moderate flow of water.

"That was his," said Jessica. "He wanted you to have it."

"I can't take this."

"Why not?"

"I don't deserve it."

"What makes you think that?"

"I never did anything for him," he said. "I couldn't do anything. I- I wasuseless..."

"What? You mean your job?" She sighed wistfully, looking around theroom. "Foundations like that are good and all for what they do. They've

done some amazing things; I'll give them that. But if there's one thingI've learned while working here, it's that not everyone wants a trip toDisney World, or some other lavish request. Mostly, some people justwant someone to be there with them. In that regard, I think you did anexcellent job."

The sound of squealing wheels grew louder and louder until a gurneypassed by the door, pushed by a nurse in blue scrubs. The girl from nextdoor, the one with the dark hair, followed, and she stopped to offer asmile-less wave, because this was what she could do. Kibum shut thecase, hefting it off the bed and into the hallway. It weighed him down on

one side, and he had to stop. He could see the old man across the hall,shifting in his sleep. The young woman to his left was pleading with thenurse, asking if he could do something about the pain. There was a seatoutside of the now-empty room. It had been Kibum's when both he andTaemin had started staying over. It would be moved somewhere elsenow.

He sat down in it and took out the guitar. It needed some tuning, but

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this was easily accomplished. He waited for it, for the alien feeling thataccompanies new instruments, but it only felt familiar and right,instrinsic, and when he began to play, no one stopped him. Not even theoncology supervisor who walked by, offering a curt nod. The youngwoman stepped out in the hallway to listen, and the old man stopped

fidgeting in his sleep, and Kibum would stay there for a little while,plucking out a tranquil tune until he became aware of himself and of thetime. By then, the halls had hushed somewhat and the foyer floorglistened with water that had been tracked in. Outside, the skies weregray, light flashing from behind clouds in the distance. The sun torethrough in some spots, spilling toward the ground in great beams. It wasraining.

Kibum took a moment to stand in it. And he cried.