Cheshire Cat: chapter 4
Title: Cheshire Cat
Paring: Yoochun (DBSK)//Miyavi
Rating: PG -13 for this chapter due to swearing
Chapters: 4 out of ?
Summary: Yoochun is a manager at a graphics design company, and in charge of getting new staff settled in, among other things. Enter the newest employee: Miyavi. More than just a little strange, and forward he brings Yoochun a whole lot of confusion and annoyance. But there is something there that Yoochun just doesn't want to see, but can't help get a glimpse of, and he finds himself in a bit of a mess.
previous chapters
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
The smile faltered and something flinched inside me, through my supposed impenetrable wall of self denial. "The reason you agreed, is because I sound like our boss?" he asked, and I thought I could hear a touch of disbelief in his voice. I bit my lower lip and nodded once, slowly. I felt like an ass, but it was true. Anger flashed across his face and maybe some disappointment if I was reading him right. "Listen, I'm sorry, but I..." For some reason I couldn't say the words I wanted to. Or thought I wanted to... 'but I don't like you.' The words were there, on the tip of my tongue and yet I heard a different set drop from my lips. "I'm here now aren't I?" Miyavi raised an eyebrow in question, "So you're saying that if you didn't want to be here you would have stood me up? Or is this a pity date?" I opened my mouth to answer, but he held up a hand, flicking it up in that weird manner of his. "Never mind... this- this was a mistake." he said, his usual semi- A.D.D. cheerfulness was nowhere to be seen. His dark eyes locked onto mine, magnetic as they were last week in my office during his check up. For a moment I was lost in them, aware of only my ever increasing heart beat.
Then he stood, clearly upset with me, (which I don't blame him, I was kind of upset with myself as well.) and spat out, "Sorry for wasting your evening Yoochun, see you on Monday." I watched him leave, completely taken aback at the sudden one-eighty that had just taken place. My eyes settled on his vacant seat, fists clenching and unclenching, amazed, confused and denying the ridiculous desire to run after him and explain.
Explain what though?
True, I hadn't come out of pity, there was that much to say at least, but what was this desperate, slightly aching feeling in my chest? Where did the Drama Queen act come from? My world was so not a soap opera, so what was with this emotional turmoil?
Soon I found myself standing, grabbing my jacket and hurtling out of the restaurant like life depended on it. I caught up to the kid, breath coming out in puffs and half yelled, "Wait... please." Miyavi stumbled, half tripping out of surprise, but he was able to turn, pinning me with his eyes. I couldn't believe what I was doing, standing in front of him like this. This was NOT how this evening was supposed to go, and I only had myself to blame for that. Still there were questions just running a muck in my mind as I stood there. Why had I run out here, and why did I sound so desperate to make him stay? The Surprises kept on coming as I found myself trying to convince him to do just that... stay. "I-I'm not here out of pity." I said quickly, hoping that the admission would by me some time.
Miyavi stilled, only a few stray braids of his ever changing hairstyle moved, swaying softly in the breeze that cut across the parking lot. He moved after a moment, simply crossing his arms and settling onto one hip. "So... why did you end up coming then?" He tilted his head as he spoke the very obvious question. I paused, my mind clawing for a reason, any reason as long as it was viable and not a lie. "Because I-, I don't know." Miyavi rolled his eyes at me, but stayed as if he some how wanted me to figure out a good enough reason. Deep down he still wanted, this... or me.... or something, whatever this evening was. I ran a hand through my hair, hating the fact that for once my brain was blessedly blank. "I know I didn't come out of pity..." I restated softly, lowering my eyes, letting them settle on my shoes. "I came because I didn't want to hurt you." I fell silent, still thinking about how I could remedy this. I heard his shoes scuff against the ground and for a moment I thought he has started to walk back to his car.
In fear, my head snapped up, but he hadn't walked away, no he had come closer and now stood in front of me, eyes searching mine. "How unexpectedly kind of you." He said, his voice was flat and yet I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or serious. Probably both now that I think about it. I opened my mouth to speak, but again he held up a graceful hand to stay my words. I held my breath instead.
"I thought I could win you..." He then dropped his gaze from mine, "Convince you to look outside the box, but it seems that I can't." He shoved his hands into his pockets and gave me a half-hearted shrug. It slightly sickened me, he looked so very broken. what I realized in that moment was that he was wrong. Or at least partially so, and I was forced yet again to take a harder look at my feelings. He sighed, and looked at me wishfully, slender shoulders folding forward in defeat. For myself, my shoulders straightened, my eyes taking on a more confident gleam and I made a decision.
I admit, it was very spur of the moment and probably not the smartest thing I've ever done...
Miyavi was within arms reach, so I grabbed the front of his shirt with one hand and the other found a place on the back of his neck. His eyes caught mine in a flurry of confusion as I pulled him forward and all of a sudden we were kissing. I heard him make a surprised sound in the back of his throat before he got over his initial shock and responded. His lips were so soft. All the tension, uncertainty and nerves that had been bouncing around my brain were gone. Released by the bold move I had made. Did I love him? Hell no, but I knew I liked him (as much as I wanted to say otherwise), I was intrigued by him and unknowingly to me, he was beginning to trap me.
Paring: Yoochun (DBSK)//Miyavi
Rating: PG -13 for this chapter due to swearing
Chapters: 4 out of ?
Summary: Yoochun is a manager at a graphics design company, and in charge of getting new staff settled in, among other things. Enter the newest employee: Miyavi. More than just a little strange, and forward he brings Yoochun a whole lot of confusion and annoyance. But there is something there that Yoochun just doesn't want to see, but can't help get a glimpse of, and he finds himself in a bit of a mess.
previous chapters
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
The smile faltered and something flinched inside me, through my supposed impenetrable wall of self denial. "The reason you agreed, is because I sound like our boss?" he asked, and I thought I could hear a touch of disbelief in his voice. I bit my lower lip and nodded once, slowly. I felt like an ass, but it was true. Anger flashed across his face and maybe some disappointment if I was reading him right. "Listen, I'm sorry, but I..." For some reason I couldn't say the words I wanted to. Or thought I wanted to... 'but I don't like you.' The words were there, on the tip of my tongue and yet I heard a different set drop from my lips. "I'm here now aren't I?" Miyavi raised an eyebrow in question, "So you're saying that if you didn't want to be here you would have stood me up? Or is this a pity date?" I opened my mouth to answer, but he held up a hand, flicking it up in that weird manner of his. "Never mind... this- this was a mistake." he said, his usual semi- A.D.D. cheerfulness was nowhere to be seen. His dark eyes locked onto mine, magnetic as they were last week in my office during his check up. For a moment I was lost in them, aware of only my ever increasing heart beat.
Then he stood, clearly upset with me, (which I don't blame him, I was kind of upset with myself as well.) and spat out, "Sorry for wasting your evening Yoochun, see you on Monday." I watched him leave, completely taken aback at the sudden one-eighty that had just taken place. My eyes settled on his vacant seat, fists clenching and unclenching, amazed, confused and denying the ridiculous desire to run after him and explain.
Explain what though?
True, I hadn't come out of pity, there was that much to say at least, but what was this desperate, slightly aching feeling in my chest? Where did the Drama Queen act come from? My world was so not a soap opera, so what was with this emotional turmoil?
Soon I found myself standing, grabbing my jacket and hurtling out of the restaurant like life depended on it. I caught up to the kid, breath coming out in puffs and half yelled, "Wait... please." Miyavi stumbled, half tripping out of surprise, but he was able to turn, pinning me with his eyes. I couldn't believe what I was doing, standing in front of him like this. This was NOT how this evening was supposed to go, and I only had myself to blame for that. Still there were questions just running a muck in my mind as I stood there. Why had I run out here, and why did I sound so desperate to make him stay? The Surprises kept on coming as I found myself trying to convince him to do just that... stay. "I-I'm not here out of pity." I said quickly, hoping that the admission would by me some time.
Miyavi stilled, only a few stray braids of his ever changing hairstyle moved, swaying softly in the breeze that cut across the parking lot. He moved after a moment, simply crossing his arms and settling onto one hip. "So... why did you end up coming then?" He tilted his head as he spoke the very obvious question. I paused, my mind clawing for a reason, any reason as long as it was viable and not a lie. "Because I-, I don't know." Miyavi rolled his eyes at me, but stayed as if he some how wanted me to figure out a good enough reason. Deep down he still wanted, this... or me.... or something, whatever this evening was. I ran a hand through my hair, hating the fact that for once my brain was blessedly blank. "I know I didn't come out of pity..." I restated softly, lowering my eyes, letting them settle on my shoes. "I came because I didn't want to hurt you." I fell silent, still thinking about how I could remedy this. I heard his shoes scuff against the ground and for a moment I thought he has started to walk back to his car.
In fear, my head snapped up, but he hadn't walked away, no he had come closer and now stood in front of me, eyes searching mine. "How unexpectedly kind of you." He said, his voice was flat and yet I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or serious. Probably both now that I think about it. I opened my mouth to speak, but again he held up a graceful hand to stay my words. I held my breath instead.
"I thought I could win you..." He then dropped his gaze from mine, "Convince you to look outside the box, but it seems that I can't." He shoved his hands into his pockets and gave me a half-hearted shrug. It slightly sickened me, he looked so very broken. what I realized in that moment was that he was wrong. Or at least partially so, and I was forced yet again to take a harder look at my feelings. He sighed, and looked at me wishfully, slender shoulders folding forward in defeat. For myself, my shoulders straightened, my eyes taking on a more confident gleam and I made a decision.
I admit, it was very spur of the moment and probably not the smartest thing I've ever done...
Miyavi was within arms reach, so I grabbed the front of his shirt with one hand and the other found a place on the back of his neck. His eyes caught mine in a flurry of confusion as I pulled him forward and all of a sudden we were kissing. I heard him make a surprised sound in the back of his throat before he got over his initial shock and responded. His lips were so soft. All the tension, uncertainty and nerves that had been bouncing around my brain were gone. Released by the bold move I had made. Did I love him? Hell no, but I knew I liked him (as much as I wanted to say otherwise), I was intrigued by him and unknowingly to me, he was beginning to trap me.