Cracks, like glass
Pairing: Kevin/Kiseop
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1, 279
Author's note: Written for unactivist for the U-Kiss Secret Santa.
Summary: Kiseop is not normal. Being an artist is generally never classified as being “normal” but Kiseop... Kiseop takes it to another level.
There is something completely off about Kiseop; it's something Kevin notices immediately during their first meeting. He can't put his finger on what it is no matter how much he tries though, and leaves it at that, but that feeling that there's something not quite right won't leave him alone.
He asks Soohyun about it, but Soohyun's too infatuated to actually say much else than “I didn't really feel anything like that.” and Kevin gives up and moves onto Kibum instead, but gets pretty much the same exact answer. He forgets about it eventually and by the time Kiseop actually joins U-Kiss, Kevin can't even remember what they said to each other when they shook hands - if they did shake hands, somehow he's forgotten that too - and everything is completely alright the second time they meet. Kiseop smiles and Kevin smiles back and everything is fine.
Kiseop's eyes are dark, oh so very dark and they seem to swallow Kevin up and freeze his insides into thin, thin ice, something that's easily broken with the snap of Kiseop's elegant fingers, and Kevin finds himself captured. It's not a good kind, and he really doesn't know what to do with himself afterwards, but he trembles for at least an hour and it hurts, as if it's his blood or his heart shaking. He doesn't know what he has done to bring this upon himself, and he's not sure he wants to know either.
All he knows is that everything hurts and it scares him more than he would like. Kiseop, who had smiled so gently and inquired about English and putting your soul into the music and asked Kevin for help (something he had so gladly given - he regretted that now), was now cruel grips and harsh words and everything he didn't seem to be. It was frightening, how abrupt the change had been, and it was quite too late to actually be able to get away, leave the room and find Alexander or Dongho or anyone to help him, to feel safe again.
Kiseop's other hand closes over his mouth and renders him unable to speak, but honestly, if Kevin had even had the opportunity to speak he most likely wouldn't have been able to either way. He's too frozen for that, almost like a statue, which is oh-so ironic because Kiseop is the one who looks like he's made from porcelain. Strong, unbreakable, cruel porcelain with sharp edges that cut into your skin and leave scars that last for an eternity.
A door opens and Eli sticks his head in, smiles as he teases; “you should give some of that to the fans.” and Kiseop laughs as he pulls away. Everything is strangely normal and Kevin is left confusedafraidworried and unable to do anything as Kiseop turns and grins at him.
“C'mon Kevin, we'll be late if you don't hurry!” There is no negativity in his words, only gentle teasing along with comfort and he only nods and follows, unsure what's to be done.
That evening he doesn't remember ever meeting Kiseop in the room, doesn't remember helping him, doesn't remember the anger that had flashed in the older boy's eyes along with something else...
Jealousy?
It's strange how things can change in just the brief second you paused to take a look at a person, the minute you stopped to calm down, the eternity you used to figure out of life. Just a single change in decisions can be life-threatening, or it can change who you're going to meet that day and what is going to happen to you.
Maybe were you meant to be hit by a car: you took a second too long getting dressed, and the car hit the one walking in front of you instead. Maybe were you supposed to meet the one today, but because of a phone call you didn't and have to look forever. Maybe were you like Kevin, who was going to have a day off, relaxing and taking some time to care for himself, but because he had met Kiseop before because Kiseop had been at the right place at the right time and decided to make his life a hell, his day had been ruined.
Kevin isn't quite sure just what went wrong, but when he wakes up Kiseop is there, those dark seas that make up the other boy's eyes paralyzing him and making breathing hard. Kiseop grins and in a moment he's sitting on top of Kevin, moving so fast that Kevin has to wonder if he's even human.
“Do you like to play, Kevin?” Kiseop asks softly, curling his fingers in Kevin's hair and tugging lightly - not enough to hurt but enough to be felt - and flicking his finger lightly against Kevin's cheek. “I like to play. And I don't like to be rejected.”
The gaze fixated on him wasn't very pleasant. “So please, do play with me. Maybe we can do something you would like after?”
It takes every ounce of will Kevin has not to scream or try to push Kiseop off him, choosing his words carefully. “I would love to play with you, Kiseop, but... it is sort of my day off, so I was hoping I could just relax, just for today... maybe we can play some other time?”
No matter how he would have said that, it would still have been the wrong thing to say, and Kiseop's features darken considerably. “You're disappointing me, Kevin.” he says, and his voice is colder, more dangerous. “I didn't ask if you wanted to play with me.”
No, Kevin had noted as much, thank you. But he didn't want to say that out loud so he bit it back. “We can play forever and ever, if you would just accept that you can't avoid me.”
Kiseop is standing then, walking across the room to look out the window. “Don't fear me. Don't reject me. Just accept me.” He sighs a little, shaking his head. “You're quite stubborn. Much more so than the others are. They're giving in to temptation much faster. You're making it so hard on me.”
He smiles a little, Kevin can see it in the reflection in the window, but the older boy seems to be staring at something Kevin can't see. “Don't make this more difficult than it already is.”
Kevin takes a chance and gets up as quietly as possible, grabbing the picture frame on his nightstand and moving forwards as fast as possible, ready to strike. Kiseop is insane.
Kiseop spins around and grabs his arms, dragging him forwards while twisting until he can push Kevin's back against the wall, twisting his wrists until the picture falls onto the ground and the glass shatters.
“You should know better than to try, boy.” Kiseop smiles and strokes Kevin's cheek, hands pushed up over his head and gathered in one of Kiseop's, showing just how unnaturally strong Kiseop actually is.
“Burn as you sink into my bed of ice,” the dark-headed one quotes softly from something Kevin is unfamiliar with, and it sends shivers up the latter's spine, even as Kiseop drags him over to the bed. He doesn't know what those words are supposed to mean, but it doesn't take long before he begins to grasp it and he screams; except no words come out, stuck in his throat. Kiseop's hands touches his skin, his arms, his chest, his stomach, his thighs, everywhere they shouldn't.
And they burn. They burn like ice, an intrusion of cold heat.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1, 279
Author's note: Written for unactivist for the U-Kiss Secret Santa.
Summary: Kiseop is not normal. Being an artist is generally never classified as being “normal” but Kiseop... Kiseop takes it to another level.
There is something completely off about Kiseop; it's something Kevin notices immediately during their first meeting. He can't put his finger on what it is no matter how much he tries though, and leaves it at that, but that feeling that there's something not quite right won't leave him alone.
He asks Soohyun about it, but Soohyun's too infatuated to actually say much else than “I didn't really feel anything like that.” and Kevin gives up and moves onto Kibum instead, but gets pretty much the same exact answer. He forgets about it eventually and by the time Kiseop actually joins U-Kiss, Kevin can't even remember what they said to each other when they shook hands - if they did shake hands, somehow he's forgotten that too - and everything is completely alright the second time they meet. Kiseop smiles and Kevin smiles back and everything is fine.
Kiseop's eyes are dark, oh so very dark and they seem to swallow Kevin up and freeze his insides into thin, thin ice, something that's easily broken with the snap of Kiseop's elegant fingers, and Kevin finds himself captured. It's not a good kind, and he really doesn't know what to do with himself afterwards, but he trembles for at least an hour and it hurts, as if it's his blood or his heart shaking. He doesn't know what he has done to bring this upon himself, and he's not sure he wants to know either.
All he knows is that everything hurts and it scares him more than he would like. Kiseop, who had smiled so gently and inquired about English and putting your soul into the music and asked Kevin for help (something he had so gladly given - he regretted that now), was now cruel grips and harsh words and everything he didn't seem to be. It was frightening, how abrupt the change had been, and it was quite too late to actually be able to get away, leave the room and find Alexander or Dongho or anyone to help him, to feel safe again.
Kiseop's other hand closes over his mouth and renders him unable to speak, but honestly, if Kevin had even had the opportunity to speak he most likely wouldn't have been able to either way. He's too frozen for that, almost like a statue, which is oh-so ironic because Kiseop is the one who looks like he's made from porcelain. Strong, unbreakable, cruel porcelain with sharp edges that cut into your skin and leave scars that last for an eternity.
A door opens and Eli sticks his head in, smiles as he teases; “you should give some of that to the fans.” and Kiseop laughs as he pulls away. Everything is strangely normal and Kevin is left confusedafraidworried and unable to do anything as Kiseop turns and grins at him.
“C'mon Kevin, we'll be late if you don't hurry!” There is no negativity in his words, only gentle teasing along with comfort and he only nods and follows, unsure what's to be done.
That evening he doesn't remember ever meeting Kiseop in the room, doesn't remember helping him, doesn't remember the anger that had flashed in the older boy's eyes along with something else...
Jealousy?
It's strange how things can change in just the brief second you paused to take a look at a person, the minute you stopped to calm down, the eternity you used to figure out of life. Just a single change in decisions can be life-threatening, or it can change who you're going to meet that day and what is going to happen to you.
Maybe were you meant to be hit by a car: you took a second too long getting dressed, and the car hit the one walking in front of you instead. Maybe were you supposed to meet the one today, but because of a phone call you didn't and have to look forever. Maybe were you like Kevin, who was going to have a day off, relaxing and taking some time to care for himself, but because he had met Kiseop before because Kiseop had been at the right place at the right time and decided to make his life a hell, his day had been ruined.
Kevin isn't quite sure just what went wrong, but when he wakes up Kiseop is there, those dark seas that make up the other boy's eyes paralyzing him and making breathing hard. Kiseop grins and in a moment he's sitting on top of Kevin, moving so fast that Kevin has to wonder if he's even human.
“Do you like to play, Kevin?” Kiseop asks softly, curling his fingers in Kevin's hair and tugging lightly - not enough to hurt but enough to be felt - and flicking his finger lightly against Kevin's cheek. “I like to play. And I don't like to be rejected.”
The gaze fixated on him wasn't very pleasant. “So please, do play with me. Maybe we can do something you would like after?”
It takes every ounce of will Kevin has not to scream or try to push Kiseop off him, choosing his words carefully. “I would love to play with you, Kiseop, but... it is sort of my day off, so I was hoping I could just relax, just for today... maybe we can play some other time?”
No matter how he would have said that, it would still have been the wrong thing to say, and Kiseop's features darken considerably. “You're disappointing me, Kevin.” he says, and his voice is colder, more dangerous. “I didn't ask if you wanted to play with me.”
No, Kevin had noted as much, thank you. But he didn't want to say that out loud so he bit it back. “We can play forever and ever, if you would just accept that you can't avoid me.”
Kiseop is standing then, walking across the room to look out the window. “Don't fear me. Don't reject me. Just accept me.” He sighs a little, shaking his head. “You're quite stubborn. Much more so than the others are. They're giving in to temptation much faster. You're making it so hard on me.”
He smiles a little, Kevin can see it in the reflection in the window, but the older boy seems to be staring at something Kevin can't see. “Don't make this more difficult than it already is.”
Kevin takes a chance and gets up as quietly as possible, grabbing the picture frame on his nightstand and moving forwards as fast as possible, ready to strike. Kiseop is insane.
Kiseop spins around and grabs his arms, dragging him forwards while twisting until he can push Kevin's back against the wall, twisting his wrists until the picture falls onto the ground and the glass shatters.
“You should know better than to try, boy.” Kiseop smiles and strokes Kevin's cheek, hands pushed up over his head and gathered in one of Kiseop's, showing just how unnaturally strong Kiseop actually is.
“Burn as you sink into my bed of ice,” the dark-headed one quotes softly from something Kevin is unfamiliar with, and it sends shivers up the latter's spine, even as Kiseop drags him over to the bed. He doesn't know what those words are supposed to mean, but it doesn't take long before he begins to grasp it and he screams; except no words come out, stuck in his throat. Kiseop's hands touches his skin, his arms, his chest, his stomach, his thighs, everywhere they shouldn't.
And they burn. They burn like ice, an intrusion of cold heat.