Charade 5/6
Title: Charade 5/6
Author: 0_Myriad
Pairing: Jongkey
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13 i think
Disclaimer: Just Jonghyun is mine.. oh.. maybe not. Aish~! Only the miserable plot containing SHINee who will never be mine.
Summary: A heart broken Key goes to a host club that is more dangerous than he think it is, what with angelic looking demons/devils disguised as mortals, playing a sexy game to lure their victims in. Something changed, someone changed. Who will finally get the better end?
A/N; Finally the second last chapter. I'm sorry this took so long! so i made it 5200+ words for you guys! I neeeeeed more time for my school work. =( Who needs more time too? Hands up please. Ok i see both of your hands is raise. Let's work hard together. =D Oh, and the dance Taemin did is this. Feel free to point out my mistakes, ask questions, and leave me some comments!!(Unless its really really bad, well all th more you should tell me.) =x Enjoy!
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A few days passed without any problems. His mother did not ask much question on where we've been. She did ask about the new haircut though. Key took a liking to his new hairstyle, and even dyed the shaved part blonde, giving him an even more edgier look.
Laying on his bed, his mind begun to wander. Now that he somewhat knew what Jonghyun was, he began to wonder what other mythical creatures there were in this world. Maybe his dad was one of them too, with his abusive behaviour. Always asking his mother for money. His mother was very well off, her father, also his grandfather was a rich business man. With this knowledge, his father married his mother. And it disgust Kibum. He had no idea how he was now, probably dying in some alley without someone to care for him. Tsk. He wasn't gonna to ruin the mood by talking about his useless father. He'd probably would not fit into the category of fathers anyway.
That night when Taemin hacked off his hair, Jonghyun took him home afterwards..In his own special way. He remembered being scared when Jonghyun said he wanted to show him something. Then he disappeared and appeared at the other side of the room. Kibum wasn't surprised, but watching it in his clear conscious mind was enough to scare anybody. Jonghyun walked to him and picked him up bridal style, showing no hint that Kibum even weight a thing. He kicked up a fuss and asked to be let down, but all he got was that charming smirk. 'Close your eyes honey, it'll be over soon.' Using his hands, he covered and shut his eyes tight. Burying his head into Jonghyun's well built chest.
'Kibum, open your eyes. We're here.' Key felt a tinge of sadness, he had only just rest his head on those chest, inhaling his scent. Not wanting to get down, he pretended to be asleep. 'Key?' Jonghyun shook his arms abit. 'C'mon, I know you're pretending..' Still unable to rouse the 'sleeping' Kibum. He teleported into Key's room and let him down on the bed.
Bending down, he gave a soft peck on Kibum's forehead then whispered softly into Kibum's ear. ' I think, I'm falling for you.' then, he was gone. Kibum slowly opened his eyes, his heartbeat accelerated. The corners of his lips pulled upwards, repeating those soft words in his head until he fell asleep.
Back to reality, today he had school. And what's worst, he definitely did not know how to contact Jonghyun again. He could call the club and ask, but decided against it. If it hadn't be for the haircut, he'd probably not believe all those happen. He felt a pang of sadness, he had not seen Jonghyun for 4 days now.
His friends in school had started talking to him again. Surprise and in awe of his new image. Today, he got no less than three love letters on his desk. This had never happen before so he was surprised, though it did not interest him at all. Orange Caramel's Magic girl filled his room, signaling he had a call. An unknown number...
'Hello?' his voice was cautious; secretly hoping it will be Jonghyun.
A sweet sickening voice filled his ear, 'Hello! Kibum-ah, this is Jessica, I changed my number.' Oh, his ex.
'Oh hi. How're you?' he forced himself to sound nonchalant, her voice already tugging on his heart strings, threatening to open his already wounded heart. He had thought he already mended, time filled with Jjong was carefree and he felt whole.
'I’m fine! You know, I heard a rumour.'
'A rumour about?'
'About you.' he heard a few hush giggles in the background.
'What 'bout me?' Key gnaw on his lower lip, anxious, anticipating. And feeling somewhat betrayed, Jessica was with some other people, probably mocking him.
'They said you started work at a host club..' she dragged her words, her voice dripping with disbelief. Like someone forced her to ask.
'Haha, and where did you hear this ridiculous rumour from?' the moment he said those words, he heard a few I-told-you-so, a few sniggers.
'Haha I knew it! How can you be a-'
'I didn't say it wasn't true.' the background noises immediately quiet down until nil.
The silence was ticking Kibum off. 'Hello? Anyone still there?'
'Erh, uh, yes yes. Haha! Ok bye!' the line cut off. There was still longing for Jessica in him, but just a tiny amount. Feeling upset now, he decided to head out, to take a breath of fresh air. To calm down his nerves and what not. He grabbed his black trench coat, and headed out.
The night air was refreshing and cooling, night time held tension and mystery, a time for having fun heightened by having alcohol running in your veins. That was how he wanted to feel like. Dangerous, sexy and ultimately, wasted. Just so he can forget about useless fragments of memories running through his mind like a broken recorder. The stars above shone quite brightly against the dark night sky. He flicked his wrist up, the time read eleven-o-nine. The night is still young. He told himself the most used and abused line.
Without realising, his feet brought him to the club that he went before. It was not as posh as the host club, but it was more relaxing, familiar. Familiar club music reached his ears, the repetitive beats and strong bass that vibrated through his body, captivating his heart. Every part of him wanted to move, to get himself lost in the music, but first, he needed a drink to loosen up. Kibum made his way up to the bar that was separated from the dance floor, there was also a viewing area where you can watch grinding bodies and sweat covered bodies sway to the beat.
Sitting comfortably on the high stool at the viewing area, he sipped his favourite martini and ordered a few vodka shots when Let it Go by brit and alex resonated throughout the club. He watched the crowd below clear out to form a small circle. A lone lithe figure dance step into the circle, wearing pale pink button down and skinnie jeans, he had honey blonde hair that cascade down his shoulders. He looked like a girl, squinting his eyes abit more, he realised the stranger looked vaguely familiar.
The honey blonde hair boy started doing popping, making it look effortless, he flicked both his wrist outwards a few times, then dropped onto his knees, scissoring his tights, looking so sinful and sexy, his hips moving slightly higher when his muscles tense to bring the lean thighs together. That was when Kibum realised the crowd chanting, 'Taemin! Taemin! Taemin!' Taemin? That can't be..
The boy turned to face him with his head looking down, his hair curtained his face. Following the beat of the music, he snapped his head up, punching his fist into the air above. His striking blue eyes shot to Kibum, locking their eyes while he brought his fist down slowly. The crowd cheered and gave catcalls, already closing the circle as another song came out.
Time froze when their eyes bore holes into each other, Kibum could not take his eyes off the pretty blue eyes no matter how hard he tried. He didn't know if it was out of fear or not, but his brain just won't function. All of a sudden, Taemin flinched, breaking eye contact and turned away, disappearing among the mass of dancing bodies.
Before he had time to react, someone slid into the seat beside him, gracefully and quietly. 'Hello Kibum, I didn't expect to see you here.'
'Omona, Jonghyun! You gave me a scare.' he cried out, hand tapping his chest.
'Hahaha! You're so cute! Did you miss me yeobo?' Jonghyun gave a big smile, as if seeing him was the happiest thing he felt. The inner Kibum was blushing like mad, erratically jumping around. Everything happened without the boy in front of him knowing. His posture was relaxed, features calm, nothing betrayed the calamity going on in his heart.
'I don't think so. Are you here with Taemin? Cause I just saw him dancing.' He looked over to the same spot Taemin previously was. Looking back, he saw Jonghyun's guarded expression immediately change into something peaceful.
'Yeah, we always come here when there is no work. And also, your pay can be collected already.' he smiled, eyes curving upwards. He oddly resembles a puppy, it was really cute nonetheless.
'I see, so where's the rest?' Key looked around, eyes searching for all the pretty boys that was Jonghyun's roommate. Still searching, his eyes caught sight of someone familiar. Long flowing blonde hair, he felt the dreaded feeling in him growing. He quickly turned away. Dropping his chin to his chest, squeezing his eyes shut. Hoping and mentally praying that she will not spot him. If so, he wouldn't know how react, he wasn't ready to face her yet.
Reaching over, Jonghyun gently rest his hand on Kibum's arm. 'Is something the matter? You don't look good. I mean, as in, like, erh, not ugly or what, you are very pretty you know.' he took a deep breath, ‘what I meant to say is you don't look well. Yea, that's it. So, what's wrong?' and all Kibum could do was look at him with wide eyes, alarmed at Jonghyun's obvious concern for him.
'Uh- I'm fine, just saw someone I know.' his eyelash flutters nervously.
And as if on cue, the dreaded person interrupted them, 'Ki baby! Wuah, Nice to see you here! Wow, who is this?' she placed her manicured hands on Kibum's shoulder before turning her head to Jonghyun. Which the few girls fanning out behind Jessica was spazzing over. Excited giggles and compliments of Jonghyun's good looks was heard over the loud booming music. 'Is he your friend?' she edge on when she got no reply. He felt extremely uncomfortable, maybe she was out to torture him, and even using her pet name for him in front of her friends and worst, Jonghyun. Remembering what he said when decided to get back up on his feet,--He shut his eyes hard, and thought that if she could have a new guy, he could have a new girl too. --he didn't feel so brave now.
Jonghyun gave his arrogant grin, if not charming. 'Hello, yes I'm Kibum's friend. And you are?' He held the glass up in recognition of her presence, a greeting.
'Hi, I'm Jessica. Ki baby's ex-girlfriend.' she said, extending her hand out, smiling happily like she was high on drugs.
'Hello Jessica, this is very nice meeting you.' he shook her hand. 'but we were about to head to the dance floor, so please excuse us.' Jonghyun took hold of Key's hand and lead him to the dance floor.
They started swaying to the music first and slowly rocked to the beat. 'Did you two just broke off?' Jonghyun came close to him, his lips brushing Kibum's ear a few times, making him tremble slightly from the pleasure that tingle the nerves of his ears, the husky tone reaching to the depth of Kibum's soul.
'Yea, she called me just now, saying she heard a rumour bout where I work. Which is weird, I didn't even tell anyone.' the need to impress in Kibum's system slowly came to surface, he pressed his body closer to the blonde hair boy, grinding him slightly with his eyes hooded while he spoke those words, a little out of breath, a little huff and puff.
Accommodating Kibum's sudden burst of sexiness, he grinded back just as sexily, maybe even a tad sexily than the diva. 'No wonder you looked a little flustered and nervous, I'm guessing you aren't those type to just shut up in front of anybody right?' his lips parted and his tongue jut out, sweeping his sinful lip from one end to the other. 'Maybe somebody from your school saw you, don't go worrying about it yeobo.' he smirked, looking up at Kibum from under his eyelashes looking ever so sexy.
Alcohol running through his veins, a sexy god grinding him, loud booming sound overwhelming in his ear, he was drunk on the music. The disco lights hitting the planes of his face, highlighting his high cheekbones and cupid bow lips. Pouty, kissable. And something swirl in Jonghyun. Kibum executed perfect moves, his hips swaying way better than any girl, at least, way better than any girl on the dance floor tonight. He just wanted to feel the vibes of the music in the pit of his stomach, unleash the sexy diva in him, to feel heightened by the pleasure of pure adrenaline and excitement running through his veins. He turned around, his back on Jonghyun's chest. His brain wasn't working now, all thoughts ceased , his body just moved and flowed with the music. He didn't care if anyone was watching anymore.
Jessica?
Who was she? Was she the one who dumped him for another guy? Whatever. The doors of his heart is now closed for her.
Taemin?
He can go to hell for all he care. He totally did not need another hair cut from an amateur.
Circling his hips sensually, he grind Jonghyun with his ass. Leaning his head back with hooded eyes, lips slightly parted. He slowly move his body down, always in full contact with Jonghyun's cloth body. When he reached low enough, he stuck his ass out, curves prominent, moving upwards. The classic sexy move, it wasn't easy to pull off, but this is Key, and he made it effortless. Following the rhythm of the fast music, he turned to the side, he threw his head back quickly, hair fanning out backwards.
Watching through Jonghyun's eyes, he caught every single detail. How his eyes flutter shut, slightly catching his eyeballs rolling back under his eyelids, lips parting slightly to let out a sigh. A bead of sweat slowly trickled down, the side of his face, a light sheen of sweat covering his shoulder which peeked out of his oversized sweater. Teasing. And then back to the momentum again like someone hit the play button, music, movements and all came back to life once again. Lost in the trance of dance.
*****
Watching in the viewing area was an upset boy with a sour expression, arms crossing over his chest. 'Taemin oppa, I believe you about Kibum working at the host club. So what help do you want from me?' Jessica asked, standing on one kitten heel leg.
'I am not your oppa, Jessica noona.' Taemin snapped, stressing on noona. Hair whipping to his face when he turned to look at her.
'Aww, look at you! So cute! Calling you oppa makes me feel younger, keke!' Her hands reach out to pinch his cheeks, only to be slapped away by Taemin.
'Tch, don't get all touchy feely with me.' He dust imaginary dirt off his sleeve. 'I want to break Kibum' his eyes travelled to the two figures entwined together, reducing to slits when he notice their every movement was stuck together, without breaking physical contact. ' break him so bad until all the king's horses and men cannot put him together again.' smirking abit at the end with his little attempt at humour.
'You mean business don't you?' the mood suddenly serious.
'Did you think I was joking?!' Taemin seethed through gritted teeth. His hands clenched by the sides of his body.
'Whoa, Whoa, relax man.' She put her hands up, as if to block. 'How do you want me to ''break'' him?' she quote the air with her fingers.
'Argh, I don't know?! Just get him away from my man!' If only killing him would solve the problem. Jonghyun would only search for his soul after he died, then turn him into one of us. I wouldn't have a fucking chance this way! Lucky for me he wasn't so interested the girl I killed that time. And hell! He seems serious about him this time. Taemin all but shouted in his mind. 'Seduce him? You can seduce him, his your ex boyfriend right? Get back with him!' suddenly desperate.
'No way! I got Lee Joon baby already! But... I can get my girls to seduce him.' She turned around and beckoned Sunny and Yuri with her manicured hand. The three of them wearing spaghetti straps and super schoolgirl short skirts with 4 inches stilettos that elongated their legs gathered around Taemin. And then it hit him, he remembered the words of the wisest devil, whom took a liking to him. She would tell him stories, histories of their kind. The most devious way to kill even with his small limited power.
*****
The two young men was still gyrating each, face to face, trying to win the dominant position in the dance, hands always reaching out to Jonghyun's hips, only to be deterred away by Jonghyun's own pair of hands on his hips. The repeated the actions until there were frustrated. He moved forward and slung both of his arms over Jonghyun's shoulder, nose almost touching. 'I need to pee.' he gave a small grin then turned to the direction of the restroom, dancing his way through the crowd.
Tonight, Jonghyun was in no mood for any killings, he had a sexy diva sitting on the palm of his hand, possibly smitten with him too. And the way his body moved, was turning on the lust beast in him. He danced there on the same spot, waiting for Kibum to come back. A small hand touched his shoulder, placing it there. Natural instinct told him to tear down whoever, but against his better judgment and experience he just let it be. 'Hello there, You're Jonghyun right?' he paused to turn his head to the side.
Seeing a sexy girl almost bare, he gave his famous smirked, perfect, a prey for Minho, he eyed her from head to toe. Even thought she was wearing sky high stilettos, she was still a few inches shorter than him. 'What can I do for you sexy?' exhaling his sickening sweet scent into her face. Immediately making her swoon.
'Uh, h-hey.' blinking her eyes a few times, stunned for a moment. 'I'm Jessica's friend, Yuri, wanna have a drink?' she smiled, thumb pointing to the bar at the viewing area.
'It's ok sweetie, I'm just gonna st-' he saw Kibum at the viewing area with another sexily clad girl who was pushing alcohol glasses into his hand. And like a machine, he automatically down whatever drink then was placed into his hand. 'Ok, I think I'll have a drink.' looking at her straight in the eye.
*****
'Key? You ok??' he slipped into the round red couch beside him; hand wiping sweat off his forehead tenderly.
'Ah, Jonghyun, here, ' he raised his glass, 'drink wifff meee!' he let out a high pitch giggle. Obviously drunk.
The girl who kept making Kibum drink climbed onto Kibum, straddling his hips, claiming his attention straight away. Her hands clasped onto the sides of his face, and tilted his head up. She pressed her lips onto his, kissing him full on, her tongue sweeping the length of his top lip, trying to gain entry. He opened his cupid bow lips and kissed back when suddenly his mouth felt empty; tongue tasted nothing but air. Like hearing from a long tunnel, he heard a distant crash before falling into a deep slumber.
Jonghyun picked the sleeping boy and slung him over his broad shoulder. The men in the view area who saw the commotion immediately when to her rescue. What they saw was a man raising his hand to a helpless woman, and a sexy one at that. They stood up from their seats and approached Jonghyun, surrounding him and stopping him in his tracks. 'Yah! Punk! Don't you know hitting a woman is wrong?!' a big tall one said.
'You think you can get away?' someone else said.
'Yah! I'm talking to you!' someone pushed his shoulder. But he didn't move one bit.
'Aish! Do you want a beating punk?!'
Jonghyun's head was hung downwards, with his feet apart, still carrying the unconscious Kibum. 'Get lost.' his double voice menacing. But over the music, all of them can't hear his voice clearly.
'Whaaaaat?????' sarcasm dripped in one man's voice. Jonghyun looked up from under his fringe, glaring at them with the eye of the devil, there were screams of insult and curses aimed at him. Then flame erupted from nowhere, engulfing the bunch of men in an abyss of fire. They were screaming for help, running around trying to find water. Suddenly, the whole club was chaotic. All Jonghyun did was walk through it all. Today, he didn't care how many souls he wasted. He headed to the nearest place where no one can see then disappeared with no trace but the faint smell of fire.
He placed Kibum onto his big white bed. He knew he smelled something off from the alcohol that bitch keep making Kibum drink. Tsk, he clicked his tongue out loud. His hands on hips, pacing around the room back and forth, feeling very frustrated. Something was wrong, very wrong, but he don't know what, like he can't place his finger on it.
Key let out a low moan, a sheen of sweat once again covered his forehead. His eyes was squeezed, like he was in pain. He let out a low moan again. Jonghyun immediately rushed to him. 'Key? Where are you hurting?' he place his palm on his stomach, 'is it here?' Key didn't answer, but he moaned again.
Thud, the door swung open. Taemin leaned on the door frame with his arms and ankles crossed. A smirk plastered on his pretty face. 'Oh Hyung! I didn't know you weren't alone.' he said with a sickening sweet voice.
'Get me Minho.' Jonghyun replied flatly.
'Tch Hyung, I can help too!' his smirk became wider.
'Just get me Minho.' he repeated.
Defeated, he disappeared behind the door. Shortly appearing dragging Minho by the hand. 'Hyung, what'd you call me for?'
'Something is wrong with Key. Help me check him. Please.' his eyes did not leave Key, who was still scrunching his eyes in pain. Like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from.
Minho swiftly stride over to Jonghyun's side, taking his position, crouching over Key. Like a professional, he lifted his eyelids to check his pupils, which were rolled upwards and the whites were red like hell. Jonghyun caught his breath, already afraid something bad is going to happen to him.
Minho gently picked up his thin wrist and place two fingers over where the thickest vein is, like what a Chinese physician would do. 'His heart beat is very rapid, maybe it’s because he drank too much. It’s also very irregular and.. faint. I can't even hear his heartbeat.' he flicked his wrist, nails becoming sharp and moderately long.
Clear blood ooze out like a gem from where his nail sliced. A sickening sweet odour filled the room where there were three devils who's senses were heightened. Which was very weird, considering it should have smelled heavily of iron. He ran his finger along the cut of Kibum's thin wrist and brought it to his mouth. Tasting the corrupted blood. He mused a moment, curious, Jonghyun tasted the blood too. 'Hmm, this taste like.. Our blood, yucks.'
'That's impossible!' Jonghyun retorted.
Minho mused for a moment, ' It can't be that his body is changing to something like us can it?? His brows scrunch together. His brilliant mind unable to solve the puzzle.
Jonghyun shook his head absentmindedly, his eyes were thousands of miles away, running through his mind were the information of a century. Then, something clicked, 'That can only mean... Only mean, his dying right? Master once told me if someone drank our blood, our soul's blood, not the human one. If it completely takes over one's body then he would die, and his soul would never be recovered again. It'll instantly dissipate the moment he dies!' he realized the seriousness of the problem. Panic.. Lost.. Desperation. 'Fuck, what am I to do Minho?!'
'Hyung.. So, you do have feelings for this mortal?'
He tilted his head to the side, a little scrunch formed between his brows. 'I think so.. I've never felt this before.' That cleared up all of Minho's doubt. Cleared up his disbelief that the hyung that he respected so much, the now strongest of their kind who was guided, taken care of, nurtured to perfection by the then greatest and strongest(now dead from afterlife), would ever fall for a mortal. It was a joke, a joke hundreds died for, for harboring feelings of love for a mortal which only happens once every century. It was an unspoken, forbidden rule, written and craved into the empty hole where the heart should be of every devil and demons.
'You know, you know we're not suppose to fall in love with any mortal. Right? This could be death for you!'
'But now we've got to save Kibum! Get lost if you're not gonna help.' He shot a look at Minho, his eyes full of disgust and sadness. He thought of Minho that he was his best friend, someone who would support him all the way even with their obvious likings for different things.
Minho sighed, he was in a dilemma, being caught between two choices when your resolve is not strong is what he thought in his head, a pain in the ass. His eyes looked around, searching for an answer. It wasn't that he was afraid of the death of the afterlife where you would just be a molecule of space and time, a speck of practically nothing. If death had to spread its open arms to him, he would damnit fight until he died trying. But then and again, he was a strong devil, falling just below Jonghyun. The others won't dare to go against their decision except the wisest of them all who had lived for many light-years, they call her Athena, The Eye. And, she was the one who killed Jonghyun's master, the previous Ruler. Though it had been some time since they went back, maybe she had already died. He'd better not get his hopes up high. Much thought went through his mind, and it only took him 2 seconds.
His eyes fell onto Taemin, almost forgotten. 'Taem.' He softly whispered under his breath. He spoke his name like a reverence. A need.
And Jonghyun just watched when Minho stood up and cross the room in three strides, taking the younger boy into his arms. Burying his head in the crook of his neck, seeking refuge for his dilemma. 'Tell me what to do Taemin.' his voice was as light as the passing wind, but it was heard clearly throughout the room. So clearly Jonghyun was surprised, he did not realise before that Minho might have feelings for the younger boy. And he, he had used Taemin like a playtoy. It must have hurt Minho every time he knew about them. He felt weak at the knees, shame and guilt washed over him. He felt like he betrayed his best friend, he should have known, should have seen the signs and affection the tall man showered Taemin.
'Just let him die. He is but a mere mortal that Jonghyun Hyung would forget about him soon.' he sent a smirk directly to Jonghyun. Who looked stunned from those cruel words.
He didn't want Kibum to die. Kibum brought his happiness he had never felt before. It was just a few short days of knowing this pretty boy, but the pull and hold he felt in him was so strong, unparallel to anything he had ever known. He was captivated the moment he lay his eyes on him, he was drawn into the boy, locked inside him with the key thrown away.
'Get out, both of you. Get lost if you're not gonna help me.' his voice strained from controlling his overwhelming emotions that threatened to explode out.
'If you say so Hyung.' Taemin replied merrily, lips still pulled up at the corners, giving his best eye smile. 'Come.' he pulled Minho along, closing the door gently after them.
Tears fell onto the white bed sheet, creating a dark spot. 'Kibum-ah, tell me what to do. Would you hate me if I killed you?' Kibum moaned halfway and choked in reply. Clearly he was in pain. Veins looked like it was about to burst, especially the ones in his neck and arms. It was so prominent against his white skin, and it was turning blue. He had no time left, there was only one hour left till dawn. Jonghyun didn't see another method, didn't know another method to save his beloved. He would have like to keep him safe but he couldn't even do something so simple, how can he be called the strongest when he is helpless?
Time ticked, and every second that passed, Kibum was closer, closer to screaming out in pain, closer to death. Jonghyun held him in his arms, Kibum's back on his chest, his legs around the dying boy's hips. He buried his head into Kibum's hair, taking in his scent as his tears made his hair wet. He wasn't usually like this, he didn't shed tears, not when he lost his own parents in a fire, not when he died and became a wandering soul until he found his master, not when his master died. He didn't shed a tear. Kibum's breath became even more faint and irregular, his body jerked as in face scrunch in pain. He needed to end his suffering now.
He reached out and picked up the icicle-shape like crystal beside him. It was white and clear, and beautiful. The first rays of the morning light shone through the window, sparkling the crystal, making Jonghyun's tear stricken cheeks glitter. He held the object high above his head and looked down to the beautiful boy below him. The soft light highlighting his cheekbones and cupid bow lips, and the barely noticeable stream of tears on the sides of his eyes. He is so beautiful, the most beautiful creature he had laid his eyes on. 'I'm so sorry Kibum.' he whispered softly, just loud enough for the sound to reach Kibum's ear. Pain etched onto his face. Then painstakingly, he brought down the sharp crystal, piercing straight through Kibum's chest, where his heart was.
The birds flocked when they heard a distant roar of pain from far away, and it continue echoing throughout Seoul. Pain exploded in his heart, it clenched, it churned with strong emotions he never felt before, pain he thought it did not existed anywhere in this world or the world after, and he can’t think straight anymore, he needed to keep this boy with him, by his side. Forever. ’Wait for me Kibum, I’m gonna come for you soon. I Promise.. I promise.’
Author: 0_Myriad
Pairing: Jongkey
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13 i think
Disclaimer: Just Jonghyun is mine.. oh.. maybe not. Aish~! Only the miserable plot containing SHINee who will never be mine.
Summary: A heart broken Key goes to a host club that is more dangerous than he think it is, what with angelic looking demons/devils disguised as mortals, playing a sexy game to lure their victims in. Something changed, someone changed. Who will finally get the better end?
A/N; Finally the second last chapter. I'm sorry this took so long! so i made it 5200+ words for you guys! I neeeeeed more time for my school work. =( Who needs more time too? Hands up please. Ok i see both of your hands is raise. Let's work hard together. =D Oh, and the dance Taemin did is this. Feel free to point out my mistakes, ask questions, and leave me some comments!!(Unless its really really bad, well all th more you should tell me.) =x Enjoy!
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A few days passed without any problems. His mother did not ask much question on where we've been. She did ask about the new haircut though. Key took a liking to his new hairstyle, and even dyed the shaved part blonde, giving him an even more edgier look.
Laying on his bed, his mind begun to wander. Now that he somewhat knew what Jonghyun was, he began to wonder what other mythical creatures there were in this world. Maybe his dad was one of them too, with his abusive behaviour. Always asking his mother for money. His mother was very well off, her father, also his grandfather was a rich business man. With this knowledge, his father married his mother. And it disgust Kibum. He had no idea how he was now, probably dying in some alley without someone to care for him. Tsk. He wasn't gonna to ruin the mood by talking about his useless father. He'd probably would not fit into the category of fathers anyway.
That night when Taemin hacked off his hair, Jonghyun took him home afterwards..In his own special way. He remembered being scared when Jonghyun said he wanted to show him something. Then he disappeared and appeared at the other side of the room. Kibum wasn't surprised, but watching it in his clear conscious mind was enough to scare anybody. Jonghyun walked to him and picked him up bridal style, showing no hint that Kibum even weight a thing. He kicked up a fuss and asked to be let down, but all he got was that charming smirk. 'Close your eyes honey, it'll be over soon.' Using his hands, he covered and shut his eyes tight. Burying his head into Jonghyun's well built chest.
'Kibum, open your eyes. We're here.' Key felt a tinge of sadness, he had only just rest his head on those chest, inhaling his scent. Not wanting to get down, he pretended to be asleep. 'Key?' Jonghyun shook his arms abit. 'C'mon, I know you're pretending..' Still unable to rouse the 'sleeping' Kibum. He teleported into Key's room and let him down on the bed.
Bending down, he gave a soft peck on Kibum's forehead then whispered softly into Kibum's ear. ' I think, I'm falling for you.' then, he was gone. Kibum slowly opened his eyes, his heartbeat accelerated. The corners of his lips pulled upwards, repeating those soft words in his head until he fell asleep.
Back to reality, today he had school. And what's worst, he definitely did not know how to contact Jonghyun again. He could call the club and ask, but decided against it. If it hadn't be for the haircut, he'd probably not believe all those happen. He felt a pang of sadness, he had not seen Jonghyun for 4 days now.
His friends in school had started talking to him again. Surprise and in awe of his new image. Today, he got no less than three love letters on his desk. This had never happen before so he was surprised, though it did not interest him at all. Orange Caramel's Magic girl filled his room, signaling he had a call. An unknown number...
'Hello?' his voice was cautious; secretly hoping it will be Jonghyun.
A sweet sickening voice filled his ear, 'Hello! Kibum-ah, this is Jessica, I changed my number.' Oh, his ex.
'Oh hi. How're you?' he forced himself to sound nonchalant, her voice already tugging on his heart strings, threatening to open his already wounded heart. He had thought he already mended, time filled with Jjong was carefree and he felt whole.
'I’m fine! You know, I heard a rumour.'
'A rumour about?'
'About you.' he heard a few hush giggles in the background.
'What 'bout me?' Key gnaw on his lower lip, anxious, anticipating. And feeling somewhat betrayed, Jessica was with some other people, probably mocking him.
'They said you started work at a host club..' she dragged her words, her voice dripping with disbelief. Like someone forced her to ask.
'Haha, and where did you hear this ridiculous rumour from?' the moment he said those words, he heard a few I-told-you-so, a few sniggers.
'Haha I knew it! How can you be a-'
'I didn't say it wasn't true.' the background noises immediately quiet down until nil.
The silence was ticking Kibum off. 'Hello? Anyone still there?'
'Erh, uh, yes yes. Haha! Ok bye!' the line cut off. There was still longing for Jessica in him, but just a tiny amount. Feeling upset now, he decided to head out, to take a breath of fresh air. To calm down his nerves and what not. He grabbed his black trench coat, and headed out.
The night air was refreshing and cooling, night time held tension and mystery, a time for having fun heightened by having alcohol running in your veins. That was how he wanted to feel like. Dangerous, sexy and ultimately, wasted. Just so he can forget about useless fragments of memories running through his mind like a broken recorder. The stars above shone quite brightly against the dark night sky. He flicked his wrist up, the time read eleven-o-nine. The night is still young. He told himself the most used and abused line.
Without realising, his feet brought him to the club that he went before. It was not as posh as the host club, but it was more relaxing, familiar. Familiar club music reached his ears, the repetitive beats and strong bass that vibrated through his body, captivating his heart. Every part of him wanted to move, to get himself lost in the music, but first, he needed a drink to loosen up. Kibum made his way up to the bar that was separated from the dance floor, there was also a viewing area where you can watch grinding bodies and sweat covered bodies sway to the beat.
Sitting comfortably on the high stool at the viewing area, he sipped his favourite martini and ordered a few vodka shots when Let it Go by brit and alex resonated throughout the club. He watched the crowd below clear out to form a small circle. A lone lithe figure dance step into the circle, wearing pale pink button down and skinnie jeans, he had honey blonde hair that cascade down his shoulders. He looked like a girl, squinting his eyes abit more, he realised the stranger looked vaguely familiar.
The honey blonde hair boy started doing popping, making it look effortless, he flicked both his wrist outwards a few times, then dropped onto his knees, scissoring his tights, looking so sinful and sexy, his hips moving slightly higher when his muscles tense to bring the lean thighs together. That was when Kibum realised the crowd chanting, 'Taemin! Taemin! Taemin!' Taemin? That can't be..
The boy turned to face him with his head looking down, his hair curtained his face. Following the beat of the music, he snapped his head up, punching his fist into the air above. His striking blue eyes shot to Kibum, locking their eyes while he brought his fist down slowly. The crowd cheered and gave catcalls, already closing the circle as another song came out.
Time froze when their eyes bore holes into each other, Kibum could not take his eyes off the pretty blue eyes no matter how hard he tried. He didn't know if it was out of fear or not, but his brain just won't function. All of a sudden, Taemin flinched, breaking eye contact and turned away, disappearing among the mass of dancing bodies.
Before he had time to react, someone slid into the seat beside him, gracefully and quietly. 'Hello Kibum, I didn't expect to see you here.'
'Omona, Jonghyun! You gave me a scare.' he cried out, hand tapping his chest.
'Hahaha! You're so cute! Did you miss me yeobo?' Jonghyun gave a big smile, as if seeing him was the happiest thing he felt. The inner Kibum was blushing like mad, erratically jumping around. Everything happened without the boy in front of him knowing. His posture was relaxed, features calm, nothing betrayed the calamity going on in his heart.
'I don't think so. Are you here with Taemin? Cause I just saw him dancing.' He looked over to the same spot Taemin previously was. Looking back, he saw Jonghyun's guarded expression immediately change into something peaceful.
'Yeah, we always come here when there is no work. And also, your pay can be collected already.' he smiled, eyes curving upwards. He oddly resembles a puppy, it was really cute nonetheless.
'I see, so where's the rest?' Key looked around, eyes searching for all the pretty boys that was Jonghyun's roommate. Still searching, his eyes caught sight of someone familiar. Long flowing blonde hair, he felt the dreaded feeling in him growing. He quickly turned away. Dropping his chin to his chest, squeezing his eyes shut. Hoping and mentally praying that she will not spot him. If so, he wouldn't know how react, he wasn't ready to face her yet.
Reaching over, Jonghyun gently rest his hand on Kibum's arm. 'Is something the matter? You don't look good. I mean, as in, like, erh, not ugly or what, you are very pretty you know.' he took a deep breath, ‘what I meant to say is you don't look well. Yea, that's it. So, what's wrong?' and all Kibum could do was look at him with wide eyes, alarmed at Jonghyun's obvious concern for him.
'Uh- I'm fine, just saw someone I know.' his eyelash flutters nervously.
And as if on cue, the dreaded person interrupted them, 'Ki baby! Wuah, Nice to see you here! Wow, who is this?' she placed her manicured hands on Kibum's shoulder before turning her head to Jonghyun. Which the few girls fanning out behind Jessica was spazzing over. Excited giggles and compliments of Jonghyun's good looks was heard over the loud booming music. 'Is he your friend?' she edge on when she got no reply. He felt extremely uncomfortable, maybe she was out to torture him, and even using her pet name for him in front of her friends and worst, Jonghyun. Remembering what he said when decided to get back up on his feet,--He shut his eyes hard, and thought that if she could have a new guy, he could have a new girl too. --he didn't feel so brave now.
Jonghyun gave his arrogant grin, if not charming. 'Hello, yes I'm Kibum's friend. And you are?' He held the glass up in recognition of her presence, a greeting.
'Hi, I'm Jessica. Ki baby's ex-girlfriend.' she said, extending her hand out, smiling happily like she was high on drugs.
'Hello Jessica, this is very nice meeting you.' he shook her hand. 'but we were about to head to the dance floor, so please excuse us.' Jonghyun took hold of Key's hand and lead him to the dance floor.
They started swaying to the music first and slowly rocked to the beat. 'Did you two just broke off?' Jonghyun came close to him, his lips brushing Kibum's ear a few times, making him tremble slightly from the pleasure that tingle the nerves of his ears, the husky tone reaching to the depth of Kibum's soul.
'Yea, she called me just now, saying she heard a rumour bout where I work. Which is weird, I didn't even tell anyone.' the need to impress in Kibum's system slowly came to surface, he pressed his body closer to the blonde hair boy, grinding him slightly with his eyes hooded while he spoke those words, a little out of breath, a little huff and puff.
Accommodating Kibum's sudden burst of sexiness, he grinded back just as sexily, maybe even a tad sexily than the diva. 'No wonder you looked a little flustered and nervous, I'm guessing you aren't those type to just shut up in front of anybody right?' his lips parted and his tongue jut out, sweeping his sinful lip from one end to the other. 'Maybe somebody from your school saw you, don't go worrying about it yeobo.' he smirked, looking up at Kibum from under his eyelashes looking ever so sexy.
Alcohol running through his veins, a sexy god grinding him, loud booming sound overwhelming in his ear, he was drunk on the music. The disco lights hitting the planes of his face, highlighting his high cheekbones and cupid bow lips. Pouty, kissable. And something swirl in Jonghyun. Kibum executed perfect moves, his hips swaying way better than any girl, at least, way better than any girl on the dance floor tonight. He just wanted to feel the vibes of the music in the pit of his stomach, unleash the sexy diva in him, to feel heightened by the pleasure of pure adrenaline and excitement running through his veins. He turned around, his back on Jonghyun's chest. His brain wasn't working now, all thoughts ceased , his body just moved and flowed with the music. He didn't care if anyone was watching anymore.
Jessica?
Who was she? Was she the one who dumped him for another guy? Whatever. The doors of his heart is now closed for her.
Taemin?
He can go to hell for all he care. He totally did not need another hair cut from an amateur.
Circling his hips sensually, he grind Jonghyun with his ass. Leaning his head back with hooded eyes, lips slightly parted. He slowly move his body down, always in full contact with Jonghyun's cloth body. When he reached low enough, he stuck his ass out, curves prominent, moving upwards. The classic sexy move, it wasn't easy to pull off, but this is Key, and he made it effortless. Following the rhythm of the fast music, he turned to the side, he threw his head back quickly, hair fanning out backwards.
Watching through Jonghyun's eyes, he caught every single detail. How his eyes flutter shut, slightly catching his eyeballs rolling back under his eyelids, lips parting slightly to let out a sigh. A bead of sweat slowly trickled down, the side of his face, a light sheen of sweat covering his shoulder which peeked out of his oversized sweater. Teasing. And then back to the momentum again like someone hit the play button, music, movements and all came back to life once again. Lost in the trance of dance.
*****
Watching in the viewing area was an upset boy with a sour expression, arms crossing over his chest. 'Taemin oppa, I believe you about Kibum working at the host club. So what help do you want from me?' Jessica asked, standing on one kitten heel leg.
'I am not your oppa, Jessica noona.' Taemin snapped, stressing on noona. Hair whipping to his face when he turned to look at her.
'Aww, look at you! So cute! Calling you oppa makes me feel younger, keke!' Her hands reach out to pinch his cheeks, only to be slapped away by Taemin.
'Tch, don't get all touchy feely with me.' He dust imaginary dirt off his sleeve. 'I want to break Kibum' his eyes travelled to the two figures entwined together, reducing to slits when he notice their every movement was stuck together, without breaking physical contact. ' break him so bad until all the king's horses and men cannot put him together again.' smirking abit at the end with his little attempt at humour.
'You mean business don't you?' the mood suddenly serious.
'Did you think I was joking?!' Taemin seethed through gritted teeth. His hands clenched by the sides of his body.
'Whoa, Whoa, relax man.' She put her hands up, as if to block. 'How do you want me to ''break'' him?' she quote the air with her fingers.
'Argh, I don't know?! Just get him away from my man!' If only killing him would solve the problem. Jonghyun would only search for his soul after he died, then turn him into one of us. I wouldn't have a fucking chance this way! Lucky for me he wasn't so interested the girl I killed that time. And hell! He seems serious about him this time. Taemin all but shouted in his mind. 'Seduce him? You can seduce him, his your ex boyfriend right? Get back with him!' suddenly desperate.
'No way! I got Lee Joon baby already! But... I can get my girls to seduce him.' She turned around and beckoned Sunny and Yuri with her manicured hand. The three of them wearing spaghetti straps and super schoolgirl short skirts with 4 inches stilettos that elongated their legs gathered around Taemin. And then it hit him, he remembered the words of the wisest devil, whom took a liking to him. She would tell him stories, histories of their kind. The most devious way to kill even with his small limited power.
*****
The two young men was still gyrating each, face to face, trying to win the dominant position in the dance, hands always reaching out to Jonghyun's hips, only to be deterred away by Jonghyun's own pair of hands on his hips. The repeated the actions until there were frustrated. He moved forward and slung both of his arms over Jonghyun's shoulder, nose almost touching. 'I need to pee.' he gave a small grin then turned to the direction of the restroom, dancing his way through the crowd.
Tonight, Jonghyun was in no mood for any killings, he had a sexy diva sitting on the palm of his hand, possibly smitten with him too. And the way his body moved, was turning on the lust beast in him. He danced there on the same spot, waiting for Kibum to come back. A small hand touched his shoulder, placing it there. Natural instinct told him to tear down whoever, but against his better judgment and experience he just let it be. 'Hello there, You're Jonghyun right?' he paused to turn his head to the side.
Seeing a sexy girl almost bare, he gave his famous smirked, perfect, a prey for Minho, he eyed her from head to toe. Even thought she was wearing sky high stilettos, she was still a few inches shorter than him. 'What can I do for you sexy?' exhaling his sickening sweet scent into her face. Immediately making her swoon.
'Uh, h-hey.' blinking her eyes a few times, stunned for a moment. 'I'm Jessica's friend, Yuri, wanna have a drink?' she smiled, thumb pointing to the bar at the viewing area.
'It's ok sweetie, I'm just gonna st-' he saw Kibum at the viewing area with another sexily clad girl who was pushing alcohol glasses into his hand. And like a machine, he automatically down whatever drink then was placed into his hand. 'Ok, I think I'll have a drink.' looking at her straight in the eye.
*****
'Key? You ok??' he slipped into the round red couch beside him; hand wiping sweat off his forehead tenderly.
'Ah, Jonghyun, here, ' he raised his glass, 'drink wifff meee!' he let out a high pitch giggle. Obviously drunk.
The girl who kept making Kibum drink climbed onto Kibum, straddling his hips, claiming his attention straight away. Her hands clasped onto the sides of his face, and tilted his head up. She pressed her lips onto his, kissing him full on, her tongue sweeping the length of his top lip, trying to gain entry. He opened his cupid bow lips and kissed back when suddenly his mouth felt empty; tongue tasted nothing but air. Like hearing from a long tunnel, he heard a distant crash before falling into a deep slumber.
Jonghyun picked the sleeping boy and slung him over his broad shoulder. The men in the view area who saw the commotion immediately when to her rescue. What they saw was a man raising his hand to a helpless woman, and a sexy one at that. They stood up from their seats and approached Jonghyun, surrounding him and stopping him in his tracks. 'Yah! Punk! Don't you know hitting a woman is wrong?!' a big tall one said.
'You think you can get away?' someone else said.
'Yah! I'm talking to you!' someone pushed his shoulder. But he didn't move one bit.
'Aish! Do you want a beating punk?!'
Jonghyun's head was hung downwards, with his feet apart, still carrying the unconscious Kibum. 'Get lost.' his double voice menacing. But over the music, all of them can't hear his voice clearly.
'Whaaaaat?????' sarcasm dripped in one man's voice. Jonghyun looked up from under his fringe, glaring at them with the eye of the devil, there were screams of insult and curses aimed at him. Then flame erupted from nowhere, engulfing the bunch of men in an abyss of fire. They were screaming for help, running around trying to find water. Suddenly, the whole club was chaotic. All Jonghyun did was walk through it all. Today, he didn't care how many souls he wasted. He headed to the nearest place where no one can see then disappeared with no trace but the faint smell of fire.
He placed Kibum onto his big white bed. He knew he smelled something off from the alcohol that bitch keep making Kibum drink. Tsk, he clicked his tongue out loud. His hands on hips, pacing around the room back and forth, feeling very frustrated. Something was wrong, very wrong, but he don't know what, like he can't place his finger on it.
Key let out a low moan, a sheen of sweat once again covered his forehead. His eyes was squeezed, like he was in pain. He let out a low moan again. Jonghyun immediately rushed to him. 'Key? Where are you hurting?' he place his palm on his stomach, 'is it here?' Key didn't answer, but he moaned again.
Thud, the door swung open. Taemin leaned on the door frame with his arms and ankles crossed. A smirk plastered on his pretty face. 'Oh Hyung! I didn't know you weren't alone.' he said with a sickening sweet voice.
'Get me Minho.' Jonghyun replied flatly.
'Tch Hyung, I can help too!' his smirk became wider.
'Just get me Minho.' he repeated.
Defeated, he disappeared behind the door. Shortly appearing dragging Minho by the hand. 'Hyung, what'd you call me for?'
'Something is wrong with Key. Help me check him. Please.' his eyes did not leave Key, who was still scrunching his eyes in pain. Like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from.
Minho swiftly stride over to Jonghyun's side, taking his position, crouching over Key. Like a professional, he lifted his eyelids to check his pupils, which were rolled upwards and the whites were red like hell. Jonghyun caught his breath, already afraid something bad is going to happen to him.
Minho gently picked up his thin wrist and place two fingers over where the thickest vein is, like what a Chinese physician would do. 'His heart beat is very rapid, maybe it’s because he drank too much. It’s also very irregular and.. faint. I can't even hear his heartbeat.' he flicked his wrist, nails becoming sharp and moderately long.
Clear blood ooze out like a gem from where his nail sliced. A sickening sweet odour filled the room where there were three devils who's senses were heightened. Which was very weird, considering it should have smelled heavily of iron. He ran his finger along the cut of Kibum's thin wrist and brought it to his mouth. Tasting the corrupted blood. He mused a moment, curious, Jonghyun tasted the blood too. 'Hmm, this taste like.. Our blood, yucks.'
'That's impossible!' Jonghyun retorted.
Minho mused for a moment, ' It can't be that his body is changing to something like us can it?? His brows scrunch together. His brilliant mind unable to solve the puzzle.
Jonghyun shook his head absentmindedly, his eyes were thousands of miles away, running through his mind were the information of a century. Then, something clicked, 'That can only mean... Only mean, his dying right? Master once told me if someone drank our blood, our soul's blood, not the human one. If it completely takes over one's body then he would die, and his soul would never be recovered again. It'll instantly dissipate the moment he dies!' he realized the seriousness of the problem. Panic.. Lost.. Desperation. 'Fuck, what am I to do Minho?!'
'Hyung.. So, you do have feelings for this mortal?'
He tilted his head to the side, a little scrunch formed between his brows. 'I think so.. I've never felt this before.' That cleared up all of Minho's doubt. Cleared up his disbelief that the hyung that he respected so much, the now strongest of their kind who was guided, taken care of, nurtured to perfection by the then greatest and strongest(now dead from afterlife), would ever fall for a mortal. It was a joke, a joke hundreds died for, for harboring feelings of love for a mortal which only happens once every century. It was an unspoken, forbidden rule, written and craved into the empty hole where the heart should be of every devil and demons.
'You know, you know we're not suppose to fall in love with any mortal. Right? This could be death for you!'
'But now we've got to save Kibum! Get lost if you're not gonna help.' He shot a look at Minho, his eyes full of disgust and sadness. He thought of Minho that he was his best friend, someone who would support him all the way even with their obvious likings for different things.
Minho sighed, he was in a dilemma, being caught between two choices when your resolve is not strong is what he thought in his head, a pain in the ass. His eyes looked around, searching for an answer. It wasn't that he was afraid of the death of the afterlife where you would just be a molecule of space and time, a speck of practically nothing. If death had to spread its open arms to him, he would damnit fight until he died trying. But then and again, he was a strong devil, falling just below Jonghyun. The others won't dare to go against their decision except the wisest of them all who had lived for many light-years, they call her Athena, The Eye. And, she was the one who killed Jonghyun's master, the previous Ruler. Though it had been some time since they went back, maybe she had already died. He'd better not get his hopes up high. Much thought went through his mind, and it only took him 2 seconds.
His eyes fell onto Taemin, almost forgotten. 'Taem.' He softly whispered under his breath. He spoke his name like a reverence. A need.
And Jonghyun just watched when Minho stood up and cross the room in three strides, taking the younger boy into his arms. Burying his head in the crook of his neck, seeking refuge for his dilemma. 'Tell me what to do Taemin.' his voice was as light as the passing wind, but it was heard clearly throughout the room. So clearly Jonghyun was surprised, he did not realise before that Minho might have feelings for the younger boy. And he, he had used Taemin like a playtoy. It must have hurt Minho every time he knew about them. He felt weak at the knees, shame and guilt washed over him. He felt like he betrayed his best friend, he should have known, should have seen the signs and affection the tall man showered Taemin.
'Just let him die. He is but a mere mortal that Jonghyun Hyung would forget about him soon.' he sent a smirk directly to Jonghyun. Who looked stunned from those cruel words.
He didn't want Kibum to die. Kibum brought his happiness he had never felt before. It was just a few short days of knowing this pretty boy, but the pull and hold he felt in him was so strong, unparallel to anything he had ever known. He was captivated the moment he lay his eyes on him, he was drawn into the boy, locked inside him with the key thrown away.
'Get out, both of you. Get lost if you're not gonna help me.' his voice strained from controlling his overwhelming emotions that threatened to explode out.
'If you say so Hyung.' Taemin replied merrily, lips still pulled up at the corners, giving his best eye smile. 'Come.' he pulled Minho along, closing the door gently after them.
Tears fell onto the white bed sheet, creating a dark spot. 'Kibum-ah, tell me what to do. Would you hate me if I killed you?' Kibum moaned halfway and choked in reply. Clearly he was in pain. Veins looked like it was about to burst, especially the ones in his neck and arms. It was so prominent against his white skin, and it was turning blue. He had no time left, there was only one hour left till dawn. Jonghyun didn't see another method, didn't know another method to save his beloved. He would have like to keep him safe but he couldn't even do something so simple, how can he be called the strongest when he is helpless?
Time ticked, and every second that passed, Kibum was closer, closer to screaming out in pain, closer to death. Jonghyun held him in his arms, Kibum's back on his chest, his legs around the dying boy's hips. He buried his head into Kibum's hair, taking in his scent as his tears made his hair wet. He wasn't usually like this, he didn't shed tears, not when he lost his own parents in a fire, not when he died and became a wandering soul until he found his master, not when his master died. He didn't shed a tear. Kibum's breath became even more faint and irregular, his body jerked as in face scrunch in pain. He needed to end his suffering now.
He reached out and picked up the icicle-shape like crystal beside him. It was white and clear, and beautiful. The first rays of the morning light shone through the window, sparkling the crystal, making Jonghyun's tear stricken cheeks glitter. He held the object high above his head and looked down to the beautiful boy below him. The soft light highlighting his cheekbones and cupid bow lips, and the barely noticeable stream of tears on the sides of his eyes. He is so beautiful, the most beautiful creature he had laid his eyes on. 'I'm so sorry Kibum.' he whispered softly, just loud enough for the sound to reach Kibum's ear. Pain etched onto his face. Then painstakingly, he brought down the sharp crystal, piercing straight through Kibum's chest, where his heart was.
The birds flocked when they heard a distant roar of pain from far away, and it continue echoing throughout Seoul. Pain exploded in his heart, it clenched, it churned with strong emotions he never felt before, pain he thought it did not existed anywhere in this world or the world after, and he can’t think straight anymore, he needed to keep this boy with him, by his side. Forever. ’Wait for me Kibum, I’m gonna come for you soon. I Promise.. I promise.’