Speak of the Tiger (Omegaverse!Jongkey with side Onho) 1c/?dubu_dubuMay 25 2012, 07:41:15 UTC
That’s his father voice. His mother uncovers his eyes just in time for him to see his father striding into the store and over to the commotion at the counter. In one swift motion, he pulls off the man in the suit.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” The man’s face is so twisted with anger that he barely looks human.
Instead of answering, Kibum’s father pulls back his fist and punches the other man in the face. He flies back, hand clutched to his nose, blood leaking through his fingers.
“Shit! You broke my nose!”
“That’s not the only thing I’ll break if you don’t get the fuck out of here,” his father snaps.
Kibum’s mouth drops open.
His dad just said ‘fuck’!
The man glowers for a moment but Kibum’s father stares him down. Eventually, he gathers himself up and heads out the door, glass crunching under his heels. Right before he exits, he shoots the young man sprawled on the counter one last glare, a look roiling with disgust and unfulfilled desire.
Once the man in the suit is gone, Kibum’s father approaches the other man and pulls him up.
“You’re not hurt or anything are you?” he asks, his eyebrows creased with worry.
Gingerly, the younger man gets to his feet. He looks a little shaken but otherwise intact. The skin on his throat is a bit red and shiny with something Kibum suspects is saliva.
“I’m fine.” He laughs, a brittle, jagged sound that makes Kibum want to flinch. “So much for my day off, huh?”
Kibum’s father doesn’t seem any less concerned.
“Look, son.” Kibum knows that voice; it’s his father’s lecture voice. “I’m not sure what your situation is, but you should get yourself to a shelter or something. They’d take care of you there. Maybe find you a bond-mate so things like this don’t happen anymore.”
The younger man doubles over with laughter like Kibum’s father has just cracked a hilarious joke. “Sorry, pops.” He taps the metal ring around his neck. His smile is terrifyingly hollow. “I’m damaged goods, see?”
Kibum’s father doesn’t get a chance to protest. The other man swipes the remaining soju bottle off the table and-without so much as a goodbye-strolls out of the store.
Kibum and his mother make their way over to his father. When he looks over at his wife, his expression is grim.
“I really wish there was something we could do for kids like him,” he says wistfully.
“Don’t bother,“ the cashier sniffs. She steps out from behind the counter, broom in hand. “He and a bunch of his kind work at a cathouse right off the highway exit. The owner usually keeps them penned up during the day, but sometimes they come out and every time they cause me trouble.”
Kibum’s family helps her clean up. In the end, she gives them their drinks and ice cream for free.
As they walk back towards their car, Kibum asks, “Dad, what’s a cathouse? Is that like a place where you keep cats?”
“Yes.” His father shoots his mother an amused grin. “Something like that.”
---
“And then he hits the other man like ‘Bam!’”
Kibum is retelling the story of his father heroics to Taemin, his next-door neighbor. A little while after supper, Taemin had come over to play, so he took it as an opportunity to spread the tale of his father’s incredible bravery.
“The other guy tries to take a swing at my dad, but he misses! Then my dad flying jump kicks him in the face! There was blood everywhere!”
Okay, so maybe he was embellishing the truth with a few things that didn’t exactly happen, but all story tellers have some creative license, don’t they?
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“Who the fuck do you think you are?” The man’s face is so twisted with anger that he barely looks human.
Instead of answering, Kibum’s father pulls back his fist and punches the other man in the face. He flies back, hand clutched to his nose, blood leaking through his fingers.
“Shit! You broke my nose!”
“That’s not the only thing I’ll break if you don’t get the fuck out of here,” his father snaps.
Kibum’s mouth drops open.
His dad just said ‘fuck’!
The man glowers for a moment but Kibum’s father stares him down. Eventually, he gathers himself up and heads out the door, glass crunching under his heels. Right before he exits, he shoots the young man sprawled on the counter one last glare, a look roiling with disgust and unfulfilled desire.
Once the man in the suit is gone, Kibum’s father approaches the other man and pulls him up.
“You’re not hurt or anything are you?” he asks, his eyebrows creased with worry.
Gingerly, the younger man gets to his feet. He looks a little shaken but otherwise intact. The skin on his throat is a bit red and shiny with something Kibum suspects is saliva.
“I’m fine.” He laughs, a brittle, jagged sound that makes Kibum want to flinch. “So much for my day off, huh?”
Kibum’s father doesn’t seem any less concerned.
“Look, son.” Kibum knows that voice; it’s his father’s lecture voice. “I’m not sure what your situation is, but you should get yourself to a shelter or something. They’d take care of you there. Maybe find you a bond-mate so things like this don’t happen anymore.”
The younger man doubles over with laughter like Kibum’s father has just cracked a hilarious joke. “Sorry, pops.” He taps the metal ring around his neck. His smile is terrifyingly hollow. “I’m damaged goods, see?”
Kibum’s father doesn’t get a chance to protest. The other man swipes the remaining soju bottle off the table and-without so much as a goodbye-strolls out of the store.
Kibum and his mother make their way over to his father. When he looks over at his wife, his expression is grim.
“I really wish there was something we could do for kids like him,” he says wistfully.
“Don’t bother,“ the cashier sniffs. She steps out from behind the counter, broom in hand. “He and a bunch of his kind work at a cathouse right off the highway exit. The owner usually keeps them penned up during the day, but sometimes they come out and every time they cause me trouble.”
Kibum’s family helps her clean up. In the end, she gives them their drinks and ice cream for free.
As they walk back towards their car, Kibum asks, “Dad, what’s a cathouse? Is that like a place where you keep cats?”
“Yes.” His father shoots his mother an amused grin. “Something like that.”
---
“And then he hits the other man like ‘Bam!’”
Kibum is retelling the story of his father heroics to Taemin, his next-door neighbor. A little while after supper, Taemin had come over to play, so he took it as an opportunity to spread the tale of his father’s incredible bravery.
“The other guy tries to take a swing at my dad, but he misses! Then my dad flying jump kicks him in the face! There was blood everywhere!”
Okay, so maybe he was embellishing the truth with a few things that didn’t exactly happen, but all story tellers have some creative license, don’t they?
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