Free Kittens 4
Jinki directs his gaze to where the two kids are looking, and he finds his breath knocked out of him for a moment. He locks eyes with those big brown ones who are staring at him from underneath that plaid printed umbrella, before the person walks away.
“Choi Minho…” Jinki whispers, just enough for only himself to hear, and clutches the side of the box. One of the kids shoves a small piece of bread in front of him.
“Eat it, hyung. We saved some for you.” the beam down at him and Jinki can’t find himself to say no. He eats the piece of bread hesitantly, and it leaves behind a burning sensation as it goes down his throat. He forces a smile on his face and the kids take his hands in joy.
“We need to go now hyung, before they get us.”
“Who’s ‘they’?”
“They- they’re the pale fanged creatures that go out at night and drink people’s blood.”
“I think they’re call vomp-varmp-I don’t remember.”
Jinki cocks his head to the side. What kind of silly tall tale are these kids talking about?
“Well we have to go now, hyung. We’ll see you tomorrow!”
They wave off, and they’re gone again. Jinki creeps back inside the box and coughs as the burning in his throat doesn’t disappear. He feels suffocated, and honestly he feels that his death day is coming sooner than later.
--
“Hey, hyung, how goes it?” Minho enters the police station and puts his umbrella back on the hook by the door. He finds Jong Hyun on the floor, sitting cross legged, with his head buried in his hands. Minho frowns as he hears him sobbing, and he approaches slowly. “H-hyung, what’s wrong?” Minho carefully places an arm on the older boy’s shoulder and sits down beside him. He patiently waits for a few minutes until the sobbing dies down, patting the older boy’s shoulders in an attempt to console him.
“Two young boys were reported dead this morning. Their bodies were found by the pier. They were drained completely of their blood, Minho.” Jong Hyun looks up, and from his bloodshot eyes and rugged expression, Minho deducts that he’s had another sleepless night. He would love to say that everything will be okay; but he doesn’t know that for sure. No one does.
“S-so what, is there some sort of gang that drains bodies after they kill them so they can sell the blood in some sort of underground market?” Minho asks, scratching the back of his head in confusion.
“No Minho, it’s not that. I already told you before what the root cause of all of this is. You know what it is.”
“No, I don’t hyung. And it’s not vampires; it can’t be, because they’re not real.”
“Yes, yes it is!” Jong Hyun turns to face Minho with frantic eyes. “Why don’t you believe me, Minho? I already told you,” Jong Hyun sighs. “I already told you, they’re real. They’re real, I swear to god, and they’re out there terrorizing our town. And I have no idea why.” He gets up to rest his forehead against the window. Minho follows behind him and casts his gaze on the floor.
“Because, hyung,” Minho sighs. “We have to be more rational than that. I know the crime rate is…unbelievably high, but no one will take us seriously if we tell people that it’s the work of vampires. What will they think of us? They’ll declare our town as a loony bin. Being called a shit hole is bad enough. I don’t want it to be known as a loony bin, too.” He shakes his head and heads over to the kitchen to make a batch of coffee.
“Minho, I’m not going crazy.” Jong Hyun closes his eyes as he runs his fingers through his hair. “I-I’m really not. You believe me, right?” he looks up at the younger boy, eyes filled with even more worry and troubles.
“I believe you, hyung.” Minho smiles, burying his own worries, and hands Jong Hyun his cup of coffee.
--
“Come back here you-“
The rain is pouring harder that day, and Minho pumps his legs underneath him as he tries to catch up to Jong Hyun. The rain makes it harder to see ahead of him, and with a couple of graceful strides, he bumps his shoulder against someone, who falls flat against the sidewalk. Minho stops and bends down right away to help the person up, and it’s like a replay of what happened a week ago.
“God damn it he got away again! Minho I told you to back me up! What are you doing-” Jong Hyun turns back and finds Minho holding a lifeless looking Jinki in his hands. “Shit. Don’t tell me he’s dead.” He runs both his hands through his hair and tugs at the roots. “Fuck this shit! When the hell are we ever going to catch these motherfuckers?” Jong Hyun stomps his foot angrily and leans against a wall.
Minho sighs and turns his gaze away from Jong Hyun; the poor boy has had too much lately, and Minho’s afraid that he’s slowly coming apart at the seams. He checks Jinki for a pulse, but finds nothing. He also notices how pale and cold he is; there’s also no signs of breathing. Minho’s heart feels heavy all of a sudden, and just when he’s about to declare him dead, Jinki grunts and twitches under his hold.
“Hyung, he’s not dead. I think he needs immediate care, though.”
“Then go rush him to the hospital, or something. I’m going back in the office. I’ll see you later.” Jong Hyun walks away, and Minho’s eyes warily follow him for a moment, before he realizes that getting Jinki to the hospital should probably come first.
Wait a second. The hospital is always full and has bad service. Plus I’ve seen him living on the streets. He’d never be able to afford it there anyways. What if i…take care of him myself?
Minho grunts as he lugs Jinki over his shoulder, and continues to walk home. He doesn’t even care that he’s now soaking wet; all he knows is that he needs to get him someplace warm and dry.
“Choi Minho…” Jinki whispers, just enough for only himself to hear, and clutches the side of the box. One of the kids shoves a small piece of bread in front of him.
“Eat it, hyung. We saved some for you.” the beam down at him and Jinki can’t find himself to say no. He eats the piece of bread hesitantly, and it leaves behind a burning sensation as it goes down his throat. He forces a smile on his face and the kids take his hands in joy.
“We need to go now hyung, before they get us.”
“Who’s ‘they’?”
“They- they’re the pale fanged creatures that go out at night and drink people’s blood.”
“I think they’re call vomp-varmp-I don’t remember.”
Jinki cocks his head to the side. What kind of silly tall tale are these kids talking about?
“Well we have to go now, hyung. We’ll see you tomorrow!”
They wave off, and they’re gone again. Jinki creeps back inside the box and coughs as the burning in his throat doesn’t disappear. He feels suffocated, and honestly he feels that his death day is coming sooner than later.
--
“Hey, hyung, how goes it?” Minho enters the police station and puts his umbrella back on the hook by the door. He finds Jong Hyun on the floor, sitting cross legged, with his head buried in his hands. Minho frowns as he hears him sobbing, and he approaches slowly. “H-hyung, what’s wrong?” Minho carefully places an arm on the older boy’s shoulder and sits down beside him. He patiently waits for a few minutes until the sobbing dies down, patting the older boy’s shoulders in an attempt to console him.
“Two young boys were reported dead this morning. Their bodies were found by the pier. They were drained completely of their blood, Minho.” Jong Hyun looks up, and from his bloodshot eyes and rugged expression, Minho deducts that he’s had another sleepless night. He would love to say that everything will be okay; but he doesn’t know that for sure. No one does.
“S-so what, is there some sort of gang that drains bodies after they kill them so they can sell the blood in some sort of underground market?” Minho asks, scratching the back of his head in confusion.
“No Minho, it’s not that. I already told you before what the root cause of all of this is. You know what it is.”
“No, I don’t hyung. And it’s not vampires; it can’t be, because they’re not real.”
“Yes, yes it is!” Jong Hyun turns to face Minho with frantic eyes. “Why don’t you believe me, Minho? I already told you,” Jong Hyun sighs. “I already told you, they’re real. They’re real, I swear to god, and they’re out there terrorizing our town. And I have no idea why.” He gets up to rest his forehead against the window. Minho follows behind him and casts his gaze on the floor.
“Because, hyung,” Minho sighs. “We have to be more rational than that. I know the crime rate is…unbelievably high, but no one will take us seriously if we tell people that it’s the work of vampires. What will they think of us? They’ll declare our town as a loony bin. Being called a shit hole is bad enough. I don’t want it to be known as a loony bin, too.” He shakes his head and heads over to the kitchen to make a batch of coffee.
“Minho, I’m not going crazy.” Jong Hyun closes his eyes as he runs his fingers through his hair. “I-I’m really not. You believe me, right?” he looks up at the younger boy, eyes filled with even more worry and troubles.
“I believe you, hyung.” Minho smiles, burying his own worries, and hands Jong Hyun his cup of coffee.
--
“Come back here you-“
The rain is pouring harder that day, and Minho pumps his legs underneath him as he tries to catch up to Jong Hyun. The rain makes it harder to see ahead of him, and with a couple of graceful strides, he bumps his shoulder against someone, who falls flat against the sidewalk. Minho stops and bends down right away to help the person up, and it’s like a replay of what happened a week ago.
“God damn it he got away again! Minho I told you to back me up! What are you doing-” Jong Hyun turns back and finds Minho holding a lifeless looking Jinki in his hands. “Shit. Don’t tell me he’s dead.” He runs both his hands through his hair and tugs at the roots. “Fuck this shit! When the hell are we ever going to catch these motherfuckers?” Jong Hyun stomps his foot angrily and leans against a wall.
Minho sighs and turns his gaze away from Jong Hyun; the poor boy has had too much lately, and Minho’s afraid that he’s slowly coming apart at the seams. He checks Jinki for a pulse, but finds nothing. He also notices how pale and cold he is; there’s also no signs of breathing. Minho’s heart feels heavy all of a sudden, and just when he’s about to declare him dead, Jinki grunts and twitches under his hold.
“Hyung, he’s not dead. I think he needs immediate care, though.”
“Then go rush him to the hospital, or something. I’m going back in the office. I’ll see you later.” Jong Hyun walks away, and Minho’s eyes warily follow him for a moment, before he realizes that getting Jinki to the hospital should probably come first.
Wait a second. The hospital is always full and has bad service. Plus I’ve seen him living on the streets. He’d never be able to afford it there anyways. What if i…take care of him myself?
Minho grunts as he lugs Jinki over his shoulder, and continues to walk home. He doesn’t even care that he’s now soaking wet; all he knows is that he needs to get him someplace warm and dry.