They're Calling Me Home
Ashakiran
They’re Calling Me Home
Year 3232,6th Cycle, 1st Period
“Ah Jungsoo, I think Youngwoon is back, and he has something for you,” it’s the humor in Heechul’s voice that made him weary first. It wasn’t as though Heechul didn’t find humor in things, he does, however they were typically the things that normal people would have a mild heart attack about.
“I told him, he can’t win me through gifts,” Jungsu replied a bit more irritated then he might really feel.
“Oh I don’t know about that,” was Heechul’s response full of mirth.
He slapped the spoon down onto the wooden table and wiped his hands free of whatever remnants of dinner were on them before striding confidently from their one room home. “Youngwoon I have told you again and again, no amount of gifts will endear me to you in that way,” Jungsu began immediately upon stepping outside the door.
Youngwoon looked a little embarrassed standing there with one arm was curled behind him clearly hiding something. “It’s not a gift in that sense,” Youngwoon’s reply would have been a bit more convincing if his cheeks hadn’t been dusted with pink.
Jungsu’s arms crossed. “Then what other sense is there exactly?”
“Well,” Youngwoon drawled, then he stepped sideways revealing a small head of scraggly hair that squeaked and scurried immediately behind Youngwoon’s body again. “He didn’t have anywhere else to go and I couldn’t just leave him to die, or worse.” He didn’t need to elaborate on the worse; Jungsu understood exactly what that could mean.
The look on the man’s face was stunned before softening as the small head peaked out around Youngwoon’s hip. Jungsu crouched so that his head was level with the child’s. “Of course you couldn’t,” he agreed fiercely, then everything about him gentled. “What is your name?”
“It’s ok,” Youngwoon urged after a moment of silence.
“Hyukjae, sir,” a small voice answered.
“And how old are you Hyukjae?”
“Fourteen sir,” the boy answered. If Jungsu was surprised that the child that looked no older than ten could be so old, he didn’t show it.
“Would you like to stay here Hyukjae?”
“I don’t know sir,” the small voice answered. “Kangin just promised to take me away from the man who hits me.” Then the child’s eyes widened as if he had only just realized what he had said. “Not that I didn’t deserve it!” he exclaimed quickly.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell him if you said something you shouldn’t have,” Jungsu said softly. “You are safe out here. You can say anything you want here.” Hyukjae glanced around as if he wasn’t certain there weren’t things listening. “This isn’t the city,” Jungsu soothed. “No one can listen in here. Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?”
“But I haven’t done anything to earn dinner yet,” Hyukjae murmured completely stunned.
“You don’t earn dinner here,” Jungsu replied, barely managing to keep the anger out of his voice. “But if you want to stay you can help out with stuff.”
Small fingers loosened their hold in the fabric of Youngwoon’s clothing, but he said nothing as if frightened.
“How about if we go inside and see if we can find you a snack while I finish dinner?” Jungsu asked, reaching out a hand towards the child.
He looked caught in indecision for a minute before Hyukjae nodded and stepped forward his fingers curling into Jungsu’s. Jungsu rose carefully and shot a meaningful look towards Youngwoon before leading the child inside; chatting about all the good things they could eat.
With a laugh, Heechul dropped from the tree branches where he had watched the entire exchange and landed gracefully beside Youngwoon. “I bet he lets you grope his ass while shoving your tongue down his throat, for bringing him a kid.”
Heechul expects the relation and easily dances out of the way of the swinging arm. “It’s not like that,” Youngwoon insists, but his face darkens and tells Heechul all he needs to know.
“Sure it isn’t,” Heechul says with a smirk, one of the dangerous sorts.
“Heechul!” Jungsu’s voice rings from the house as if he could see exactly what was occurring outside. “Leave Youngwoon alone and go check the traps.” A child like giggle follows the order and Youngwoon grins at Heechul’s scowl. He doesn’t like the kid already.
“Better listen to your mother,” Youngwoon mocked.
“Mm why don’t you go back to the city and find a whole hoard of children, then maybe Leeteuk will let you into his pants,” Heechul replied flippantly.
“I don’t want into his pants,” Youngwoon snapped back.
“Whatever,” Heechul returned with a wave and a grin. “You say that, but I give you a week before you bring another kid,” he predicted before he disappeared into the forest.
In fact it took only four days before Youngwoon appeared with a young child by the name of Kibum. Even though they didn’t have the space, and that they were teenager of only seventeen themselves, hardly ready to care for children, Jungsu took him in anyway, willing to provide for them what he could hardly provide for himself for as long as they needed.
When the same children, fully grown, walked in the door years later, he met them with the same smile and threw an arm around each shoulder before saying the same thing he had the first time they had walked through the doorway. Nothing more than a simple, “Welcome home.”
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AN: Another product of a late night writing spree. I'm not certain I completely like how it ends, but I don't hate it so I am posting it. Apparently I can only go so long without writing... Bet you all saw that come. ^^;
They’re Calling Me Home
Year 3232,6th Cycle, 1st Period
“Ah Jungsoo, I think Youngwoon is back, and he has something for you,” it’s the humor in Heechul’s voice that made him weary first. It wasn’t as though Heechul didn’t find humor in things, he does, however they were typically the things that normal people would have a mild heart attack about.
“I told him, he can’t win me through gifts,” Jungsu replied a bit more irritated then he might really feel.
“Oh I don’t know about that,” was Heechul’s response full of mirth.
He slapped the spoon down onto the wooden table and wiped his hands free of whatever remnants of dinner were on them before striding confidently from their one room home. “Youngwoon I have told you again and again, no amount of gifts will endear me to you in that way,” Jungsu began immediately upon stepping outside the door.
Youngwoon looked a little embarrassed standing there with one arm was curled behind him clearly hiding something. “It’s not a gift in that sense,” Youngwoon’s reply would have been a bit more convincing if his cheeks hadn’t been dusted with pink.
Jungsu’s arms crossed. “Then what other sense is there exactly?”
“Well,” Youngwoon drawled, then he stepped sideways revealing a small head of scraggly hair that squeaked and scurried immediately behind Youngwoon’s body again. “He didn’t have anywhere else to go and I couldn’t just leave him to die, or worse.” He didn’t need to elaborate on the worse; Jungsu understood exactly what that could mean.
The look on the man’s face was stunned before softening as the small head peaked out around Youngwoon’s hip. Jungsu crouched so that his head was level with the child’s. “Of course you couldn’t,” he agreed fiercely, then everything about him gentled. “What is your name?”
“It’s ok,” Youngwoon urged after a moment of silence.
“Hyukjae, sir,” a small voice answered.
“And how old are you Hyukjae?”
“Fourteen sir,” the boy answered. If Jungsu was surprised that the child that looked no older than ten could be so old, he didn’t show it.
“Would you like to stay here Hyukjae?”
“I don’t know sir,” the small voice answered. “Kangin just promised to take me away from the man who hits me.” Then the child’s eyes widened as if he had only just realized what he had said. “Not that I didn’t deserve it!” he exclaimed quickly.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell him if you said something you shouldn’t have,” Jungsu said softly. “You are safe out here. You can say anything you want here.” Hyukjae glanced around as if he wasn’t certain there weren’t things listening. “This isn’t the city,” Jungsu soothed. “No one can listen in here. Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?”
“But I haven’t done anything to earn dinner yet,” Hyukjae murmured completely stunned.
“You don’t earn dinner here,” Jungsu replied, barely managing to keep the anger out of his voice. “But if you want to stay you can help out with stuff.”
Small fingers loosened their hold in the fabric of Youngwoon’s clothing, but he said nothing as if frightened.
“How about if we go inside and see if we can find you a snack while I finish dinner?” Jungsu asked, reaching out a hand towards the child.
He looked caught in indecision for a minute before Hyukjae nodded and stepped forward his fingers curling into Jungsu’s. Jungsu rose carefully and shot a meaningful look towards Youngwoon before leading the child inside; chatting about all the good things they could eat.
With a laugh, Heechul dropped from the tree branches where he had watched the entire exchange and landed gracefully beside Youngwoon. “I bet he lets you grope his ass while shoving your tongue down his throat, for bringing him a kid.”
Heechul expects the relation and easily dances out of the way of the swinging arm. “It’s not like that,” Youngwoon insists, but his face darkens and tells Heechul all he needs to know.
“Sure it isn’t,” Heechul says with a smirk, one of the dangerous sorts.
“Heechul!” Jungsu’s voice rings from the house as if he could see exactly what was occurring outside. “Leave Youngwoon alone and go check the traps.” A child like giggle follows the order and Youngwoon grins at Heechul’s scowl. He doesn’t like the kid already.
“Better listen to your mother,” Youngwoon mocked.
“Mm why don’t you go back to the city and find a whole hoard of children, then maybe Leeteuk will let you into his pants,” Heechul replied flippantly.
“I don’t want into his pants,” Youngwoon snapped back.
“Whatever,” Heechul returned with a wave and a grin. “You say that, but I give you a week before you bring another kid,” he predicted before he disappeared into the forest.
In fact it took only four days before Youngwoon appeared with a young child by the name of Kibum. Even though they didn’t have the space, and that they were teenager of only seventeen themselves, hardly ready to care for children, Jungsu took him in anyway, willing to provide for them what he could hardly provide for himself for as long as they needed.
When the same children, fully grown, walked in the door years later, he met them with the same smile and threw an arm around each shoulder before saying the same thing he had the first time they had walked through the doorway. Nothing more than a simple, “Welcome home.”
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AN: Another product of a late night writing spree. I'm not certain I completely like how it ends, but I don't hate it so I am posting it. Apparently I can only go so long without writing... Bet you all saw that come. ^^;