Free Kittens 3
Title: Free Kittens
Author: Kimchifuu/Pixziestikxz
Genre: AU, !vampire
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: TofuHo [Minho and Jinki] (and HyunMin [Jong HYun and Taemin] but they come later, mkay? ♥)
A/N: This chapter connects to chapter one. If that even makes sense. == Also, I am excited scared for Jjong's picture. :3
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“Yah, yah, yah, watch out the ball just went on the street!”
“I’ll get it!”
“Be careful, it’s our only one!”
Jinki peels his attention away from his thoughts for a moment and lands his eyes on two kids. One has just darted on the street to retrieve a small, worn out soccer ball while the other waits by the sidewalk, slowly drenching with rainwater. Jinki’s eyes widen when the sound of a car honk comes blaring through the street, and he takes in a deep breath. The next thing he knows, he’s running, past the kid that’s gaping by the sidewalk, and towards the one who’s frozen in fear on the middle of the street. He manages to push the kid to the other sidewalk, and he lands beside him. Now Jinki feels completely drained. He barely even has enough energy to cough out the water that’s gotten into his mouth again, and the kid scrambles to his side.
“Hyung, are you okay?”
“F-f-I’m fine,” Jinki croaks out hoarsely, cracking a slight grin as he peeks up at the kid through one eye.
“T-thank you for saving me, it was stupid of me to go out in the road like that without looking.” The kid lowers his gaze. “Sorry for bothering you. Can you get up? Are you hurt anywhere, hyung?” The kid prods Jinki with what seems to be a million questions, until his friend comes running towards them.
“Yah, pabo, you almost got run over, I thought you were going to die!” he says in a squeaky voice, wiping his tear streaked eyes with the back of his hands, although it doesn’t make a difference because they’re all wet anyways.
“I’m sorry I was trying to get the ball!”
“Yeah well now the ball is ruined too, thanks to you!”
“Hey, hey you two, don’t fight.” Jinki says calmly, trying his best to sit up, but he gives up in the end. He faces the dreary sky upward and pants.
“H-he’s right, we shouldn’t argue. I’m sorry about the ball. We should help hyung. He saved my life.”
Jinki suddenly feels the force of the two boys pushing him by the shoulder. It takes a while, but they finally manage to sit him upright. Jinki turns his head to the right, then to the left, and smiles.
“Thanks, you two.”
“It’s the least we can do, hyung.” One of them answer, and the two boys nod their heads at the same time before they lift Jinki up, and sling his arms over their necks for support. “Where do you live, hyung? We’ll walk you there.”
Jinki thinks for a second before he shakes his head. “I don’t know,” he sighs “But for now I live under that box over there.” He points across the street, and towards the soggy pile of cardboard beside the dumpster. The two boys look at each other in worry, but they drag him over there anyways. Jinki lands with a soft thud against the ground, and one of the boys disappear for a moment, only to come back with another cardboard box.
“Hyung, sorry we can’t do much more for you, but here, take this. You old uh, box is too wet and ruined now.” One of the kids say, and Jinki nods in thanks.
“Hyung you’re really weak. Have you eaten?”
Jinki shakes his head slowly, but looks up to them with a reassuring smile. “But I’m not hungry, I’m fine, I swear! I’m just really, really thirsty.” He sighs. One of the boys tugs at the other’s damn shirt, and they give each other this look again.
“Hyung, we have to go now. We’ll be back tomorrow, to keep you company!”
And just like that, they were off into the rain soaked streets. Jinki sighs as he pulls the box over himself again. He closes his eyes and counts how many raindrops hit the roof of it. Somewhere in between a thousand and a million, his thoughts drift off to four days earlier. It drifts off to that shiny golden nameplate and that name that he’d carefully embedded into his head.
“Choi Minho…” he utters to himself, as if the name itself can repel any danger that may come his way. Heck, as far as he knew, maybe it can. Or maybe he’s just way over his head. He sighs dreamily and silently wishes that he would fall asleep.