The Story That Has No Name Yet Part/Chapter/Installment/Episode 5

[lady_hanaka]

Title: The Story That Has No Name Yet (Part/Chapter/Installment/Episode 5)
Pairings: girl!KanginxLeeteuk, MysteryxZhouMixgirl!rock, HeechulxHenry, HenryxMaple syrup, girl!SiwonxKyuhyun, mystery!YesungxRyeowook, EunhyukxSungmin, DonghaexHangeng, KibumxKibumxKibum, Minho x Nichkhun, Onew x Luna
Rating: R (but mostly because of the mentionings of things)
Warnings: mpreg, incest (tripletcest), mindless fuckery, genderswich, statutory rape, prostitution, crossdressing, this story will come in random installments and maybe have a plot
Genre: AU, crack, werewolf, vampire, highschool, satan\angel, crime, mafia, so much crack, Harry Potter crossover
Summary: Every single genre of fanfiction ever written thrown into one story…in which Kangin is a woman and Leeteuk is gay, Henry loves maple syrup a little too much to be normal, Kibum is a vampire, Minho is a horrible guardian angel, Kyuhyun fights for animal rights, Siwon is a werewolf, and Sungmin goes to Hogwarts. Oh, and Ryeowook is a fish. And somehow a plot was born.

Part/Chapter/Installment/Episode 4 < --- > Part/Chapter/Installment/Episode 6

Before the chapter begins I shall give you...this. I drew it. >.> it is bad, but it amuses me. You can guess the scene when it comes up in the chapter. XD



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Henry stuffed his hands into his pockets and frowned a bit. It was chilly, the cold nipping his nose and turning his mochi cheeks a soft pink.  The autumn air was chilly in the early afternoon, but he barely registered it at all. His mind was much more focused on other things.

Like his syrup goddess.

He’d been contemplating most of the night before and the morning thereafter whether or not to head over to his syrup goddess’ apartment and announce to him that he was now Henry Lau’s mate and would therefore be forced to move all of his things to Henry’s home and leave his hoes/bitches/friends that he seemed so fond of.

His syrup goddess wasn’t allowed to have hoes/bitches/friends unless it was HIM!

He whipped out his phone and stared longingly at the screen.

“Sir, we were supposed to be at the meeting a few minutes ago.” Amber muttered from his right, looking at him oddly. “This is why we should have taken the car…” She trailed off, scratching the back of her neck with a disparaged sigh. Sometimes she felt like she were babysitting a child rather than assisting a mafia boss.

But Henry, despite his eccentricities, was rather ruthless when it came down to it. She supposed that his odd quirks and childlike ways just made him more terrifying.

…or pathetic. She still wasn’t sure which.

Henry looked over at Amber and frowned. Well now he was just grumpy. He didn’t feel like going to a meeting with their neighboring gang. They were small fries pretending to be a large gang. He’d just have to teach them the rules when playing with the big boys.

At least he’d probably get to pop some caps.

They continued walking as he slipped his cell phone back into his pocket, promising himself he would call his syrup goddess after the meeting. With that plan in mind, his steps quickened.

That was, until they passed a café and he caught a glimpse of long black hair and pale skin. He practically did a double take, stopping in his tracks. Amber almost ran into him, “Sir! What are you…?” She looked to his line of sight, to the man sitting in the café window. “Oh.” The Syrup Goddess who was a man. She sighed. She should have known that today was going to be hectic.

Of all places to meet him, it had to be here…

Henry continued to stare. His goddess was truly a beautiful sight to behold…he was wearing a designer shirt and sunglasses and sipping a coffee. Oh how Henry wished he were that coffee…especially if that coffee had syrup in it.

“Sir?” Amber prodded again.

But Henry was focused on his goddess. Or rather, his attention had shifted from Heechul to the man in the café sitting across from him…a man in a fur coat.

It must have been one of his hoes/bitches/friends…Henry’s eyes narrowed in anger. This was unacceptable. He was going to have to show this hoe/bitch/friend just WHO Heechul belonged to.

He headed inside without a second thought.

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“I swear, Kyuhyun, I am never letting you out of the house again.” Heechul grunted, reaching forward and grabbing his mocha Valencia for a sip.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, hyung! I need to rescue her, she’s obviously being used!” Kyuhyun continued his tirade from before. They’d been going over this ever since Heechul had dragged him off of the porn set-he’d followed the dog woman inside-and Kyuhyun refused to let it drop.

“She’s a porn star, Kyu.” Heechul sat back in his chair. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking every inch a diva. If he’d been trying to remain inconspicuous he wasn’t doing a very good job at all. People were staring and pointing at the two of them.

Kyuhyun liked to believe it was because of Heechul and not because everyone was staring at him and his condition. He hoped Heechul wasn’t embarrassed to be seen with someone that the rest of the world thought was a freak of nature.

Then again if he remembered correctly, the waitress girl that had gotten them their drinks hadn’t seemed to mind his fur, although he heard her giggling and whispering with the other waitresses about how she was most certain he wasn’t wearing anything under it-of course he wasn’t, it was his FUR-and had been placing bets on who could spill something on him so he’d have to take it off.

Heechul would protect him, he was certain.

Kyuhyun simply reached for his own drink and pulled off the lid. Good, they’d filled the foam to the top! He bent down a bit to lap the foam off the top of his cup of steamed milk when someone stopped in front of their table.

Heechul looked at the man standing in front of him over his large sunglasses. He raised an eyebrow, recognizing the man as someone he was supposed to know, but the name and face weren’t clicking. Then he saw a woman in a suit behind him and Heechul paled a bit.

The mafia boss.

Oh shit.

He was dead. He looked from the shorter man-who was looking furious and ready to kill someone (him)-to Kyuhyun, who looked confused. He had to protect Kyuhyun! He was a good hyung, even to psychotic dongsaengs that thought they were kittens. He cleared his throat, “Um, yes?”

Oh god, he was even more beautiful up close and in the light. The hospital lighting hadn’t given him justice, and the only other times he’d seen him it had been dark. He was beautiful…so beautiful…Henry refused to give a dreamy sigh, however. He couldn’t, not when the OTHER one was there.

He cleared his throat, “Heechul-ssi, it’s good to see you.”

Well, he didn’t sound as threatening as Heechul had been expecting. Heechul looked around Henry and saw only his female bodyguard. Only one…they wouldn’t be able to murder him in such a public place and he wouldn’t go quietly either! “You too.” But he didn’t mean it, and his tone made that obvious. He reached for his bag, “Look, if you want compensation for the medical bill I can give it.”

Kyuhyun looked from his hyung to the other man-boy, he was younger than Kyuhyun was, he was certain-and his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Who was this man? Compensation? Did this man want sexual favors from his hyung? His hyung wasn’t a whore! “Who are you?” He asked coldly.

Henry turned back to the man in the fur coat-only a fur coat?-and glared back. “I wasn’t talking to you.”

“Hey.” Heechul grunted, holding out a wad of money. “This will cover it, right? Don’t talk to my dongsaeng like that.” He didn’t care of this guy was the godfather, no one talked to HIS dongsaengs like that! “Is that all you need? If so, we’ll be going now.” He turned to Kyuhyun, “Come on.”

He made to walk past, but Henry grabbed his arm to stop him-he made sure it wasn’t the arm with the broken wrist, he knew better. “I’m not finished talking.”

“Hey, hands off my hyung!” Kyuhyun jumped up, but immediately scuddled back into the booth as Amber stepped forward threateningly.

“Who is he?” Henry looked pointedly at Kyuhyun.

“None of your business.” Heechul drawled. “Let go or I’m going to have you arrested for assault.”

“Is he your boyfriend? Lover?” Henry didn’t like being ignored, or teased more than necessary. When he decided something belonged to him he obtained it any way necessary and with the quickest means available.

“My pet.” Heechul answered with a devious smile, before looking over his shoulder at the waitresses and other occupants of the café. “Rape! Rape! Someone call the police! Sexual assault!”

Henry dropped his hand hurriedly and Heechul reached passed him for Kyuhyun, tugging him out of the booth. “Let’s go.”

They burst into a run.

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Onew glanced up at the clock.

12:34 pm.

He glanced over at the table a few feet away.

She was STILL HERE. The girl from 8:11 hadn’t left yet. She’d already ordered three venti chai tea lattes and he wasn’t certain if he could legally give her any more caffeine. Even if it wasn’t illegal, his moral code wouldn’t allow him to do so without feeling guilty with letting her out into the world pumped full of caffeine.

He was trying to ignore her as best as he could but she was giggling every so often and shooting him not so covert glances.

He reached down and began cleaning the table for the seventh time since she’d come in.

Luna watched him from her booth. One day…one day she was going to marry this man. She’d been watching him for two weeks now, ever since she’d come in and he’d asked her “how are you” in that soft voice of his.

It was destiny.

She was working up the courage to tell him her name and ask for his in return. She would do it today, she would! She’d spent the entire night before picking out her outfit and wearing a face mask so she’d look perfect for today.

She’d even called in sick for classes so that she could make sure there was nothing to call her away from her promise to herself that today she would finally learn the name of her future husband.

She cleared her throat and leaned forward in her booth, “Um, um, sir.” Sir husband of my dreams! “could you come here for a moment?”

Onew looked up from where he’d been cleaning the table again. Oh no…she was talking. What was he supposed to do now? Go over? Run? Running seemed preferable but he knew that he couldn’t. If he ran, no one would be there to watch the store! Nichkhun would be disappointed in him. He couldn’t have that. Nichkhun had been the only person to ever take him in. He was the worst demon ever but Nichkhun hadn’t cared. He’d left him in charge of this Starbucks and had even exempt him from being an asshole like all other demons had to do.

So Onew wound up standing in front of the girl’s table, wringing a dishrag in his hands. “Um, yes?”

“My name is Luna, and thank you for the extra foam!” There, she’d said it! And she’d even managed not to say, I want to bear your children! Just like she’d practiced the night before! She was so proud of herself.

“Um, you’re welcome. I’m um, Onew.” It was the only polite thing to say, right?

“Onew oppa…” Luna sighed.

Onew stared at her awkwardly for a few moments, “So um…was that it…?”

“Yes.” Luna chirped brightly.

…

…

…

“…right.” Onew inched backwards, and then his phone rang. He recognized the ringtone immediately. Only one person in his phone had You’ve Got a Friend In Me as their ringtone. He picked it up quickly, glad for an excuse to get away from Luna.

“Nichkhun-ssi?”

“Oh, Onew, I told you that you don’t have to call me -ssi. Just hyung is fine.” Nichkhun sounded slightly distracted on the other end.

“Uh, right hyung. So um, what do you need?” Onew would do anything for Nichkhun, except tear out the souls of children. Well no, he’d do that for him if he asked nicely he’d just feel terribly guilty for the rest of his life.

“Actually, I need you to come down to the main office if you could. I know that you’re working but I’m sending over someone to take your shift because it’s kind of important.”

“Oh. Oh!” Onew brightened. Important! Nichkhun needed him to do something important! “I’ll be right over. How will I know who is coming to take my shift-” He paused as the door opened and he almost lost his grip on his phone.

“OH…oh god…”

“God? No, I’m Satan, remember?”

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Minho was not pleased. Not at all. “Fired?” He managed to get out. “Fired?” He had practically stood by this point.

Kevin stared at God in a mixture of shock and horror, holding his iPhone to his chest. “F-fired?” He promptly burst into tears.

Minho would not fall so low. He had a reputation to uphold. Tears were for the weak. Minho was past tears. He’d moved immediately on to righteous indignation. “I am the best guardian angel here! I demand a recount! Someone stuffed the ballot boxes!”

“There wasn’t a vote on this.” God leaned back in his chair. “I decided it. It’s what I do.”

There was a knock on the door and God paused, before he looked to his TOP angel. “It’s probably him. Send him in.”

The door opened a moment later and both Kevin-through his tears-and Minho-through his hatred filled gaze-turned to see Kim Kibum’s new guardian angel. Kevin promptly burst into tears again. Minho just stared.

God smiled at the new arrival. “Please, have a seat.”

The new angel in question walked across the distance between the door and the aforementioned chair like a catwalk, hips swinging. He gracefully sat down, crossing his ankles and leaning back in his chair. “So, I’ve been reassigned?”

No. Hell no. Hell to the NO. Minho could take most anyone being the eldest Kim Kibum’s new guardian angel. But not…not THIS guy! He was too much! He was…powerful.

He was Jo Kwon.

He wanted to stand up, point, and yell “objection!” but he figured that would just piss the Big G off even more and then he’d end up being reassigned to some crappy half-ass job cleaning the vomit out of elevators. He needed to bide his time and then approach The Big G later when he wasn’t so angry-and sexually frustrated, if the looks he was shooting his TOP angel were any indication.

Kevin was staring around helplessly, “But…but…if I’m not his guardian angel than…what will I do?”

God leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers together. “Well, the first thing you’ll do is give me that phone. Only Guardian angels get those perks. You’re losing your dental coverage too.”

“Nooooooo!!!!”

God then turned to Jo Kwon. “Here is the file on your new mortal. His name is Kim Kibum. For the time being, you’ll have to watch out for all three of the Kim Kibums until the other two get reassigned. The eldest is your top priority, however.”

Jo Kwon nodded. “Of course sir.” The TOP Angel handed him a large manila envelope. Jo Kwon placed it on his lap and lazily looked through it before he blinked, looking up at Minho. “Oh, Minho-ssi, you were here? But that means you were once one of their guardians, correct?” He smiled brightly, “Well, that’s tough! Sucks to be you!” He went back to perusing his files.

Minho would destroy this man one day…

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“I’m worried about Donghae.” Yesung finally murmured over his rice, poking it around his plate with his spoon. He’d made a smiley face with some kimchee and soy sauce and then he couldn’t bring himself to eat his creation. It looked so happy…he couldn’t eat it and make it sad, not when he’d practically given birth to it!

Sungmin took a bite of his own rice and watched Yesung warily. He reached for his banana milk, briefly wishing that it were pumpkin juice instead, “I’m sure he’s fine. Maybe he’s just sick.”

Yesung frowned, “But what if he was killed by a serial rapist?”

“What?” Sungmin stared at him incredulously. “Donghae misses one day of school and you immediately assume he was killed by a serial rapist?” A pause. “And don’t serial rapists usually just rape the victims and then leave them? Not all of them kill their victims.”

Yesung ignored his last comment and leaned in over the table, hand bumping against Sungmin’s banana milk and threatening to spill it. “Professor Han is missing too.”

“And that’s connected how?” He had more pressing matters to deal with, like the fact that their janitor knew what he was.

Yesung rolled his eyes like it was obvious, “The serial rapist got Professor Han too. That proves it.” And if Donghae is dead, that means I’ll never get to see his fish again! Dammit, his fish had been so hot…

Sungmin blinked, before leaning forward a few inches so that his nose almost touched Yesung’s. “If you weren’t wearing a miniskirt and talking about the possibilities of Donghae’s possible rapage, I’d have the urge to take you seriously. As it were, I’m refraining myself from kicking your chair out from under you.”

Yesung leaned back in his chair, far away from the smiling pink-obsessed man. He knew that Sungmin would make good on his threats. “…you’re terrifying.”

“So says the man wearing a-I don’t even know if you are a man. What are you?”

“A princess hiding from the mafia.”

“Yes, because that’s even more believable than a serial rapist attacking Donghae and our Chinese Literature professor.” Donghae was supposed to be the paranoid one, why was Yesung acting like an even bigger weirdo than usual? Weren’t Sungmin’s muggle friends supposed to be NORMAL? Hadn’t that been part of the package deal of going to a muggle high school? Why were all of his friends Luna Lovegood clones?

Across the lunchroom, Kibum and Key sat at a table in the far right corner, away from everyone else. This wasn’t unusual, as the three Kibums usually sat away from everyone else, preferring the company of their brothers to anyone else.

“Brothers over others” as Key had termed it, only because Key liked to think he was cool enough to make a stupid play on words.

“Do you think Bummie hyung is really sick?” Kibum finally asked, poking at the food Key had made for them earlier that morning to take to school. “He really was pale.”

Key frowned, pointing at Kibum with his fork threateningly, “I think he has a cold. I’ll make him some citrus tea when we get home.”

“He doesn’t eat as much anymore either.” Kibum continued, “I noticed that he always gives me most of his food.” He paused, and his eyes widened in horror, “What if I accidently bit him in his sleep and he became a zombie? What if he’s the bad kind of zombie that is going to eat brains? We have to save the nurse, Key!”

Key sighed, poking his hyung’s cheek with his fork. “Bummie hyung is not a zombie.” And neither are you, he wanted to say, but that would only make Kibum angry and defensive and he didn’t need that right now. “He has a cold.”

“Promise?” Kibum asked suspiciously, peering at Key through half-lidded eyes as he held his hand to his cheek that had been recently poked.

“Promise.” Key replied firmly, stabbing into his salad and taking a bite. “He’ll be fine.” He murmured through a mouthful of lettuce.

Now if he could only convince himself.

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Eunhyuk had just finished mopping the science hall when someone grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him down the English hall.

“Agh!” Eunhyuk flailed, but the grip was strong and unweilding. And then he was thrown into the janitorial closet and the door was closed-and locked-behind him.

He found himself staring into the aggravated gaze of Kim Kibum. Oh dear…this was not going to be good. At all. He began backing up slowly, trying to put some distance between them. Unfortunately they were locked in a closet and so he only backed up a few inches before he couldn’t go any further.

Eunhyuk winced as his mop poked into the space between his shoulder blades. “Don’t you think it’ll look bad if someone finds you and I locked in a closet together?”

“I have been turned into a blood-sucking creature of the night. I don’t really care if someone thinks I’m gay.”

Eunhyuk winced again. Point taken.

Kibum crossed his arms over his chest and continued to glare, “You had better find a way to fix this.”

Eunhyuk threw up his hands in exasperation-the closet wasn’t big enough and he ended up bumping one of his elbows against a shelf of cleaning supplies and stubbing his fingers of his other hand on the locked door.

“I-ow!-listen, if I knew how to fix it, I would! But I don’t. And…and…and you’re mean!”

Kibum stared, and his anger slowly faded into anxiety. He ran a hand through his hair and let out an aggravated sigh. “Please…I think I’m going crazy.”

“Wow, that was fast. I was told that we usually don’t start going crazy and suicidal for a few centuries.” Eunhyuk murmured thoughtfully, letting out a “meep” as Kibum punched the wall near his head. For some reason, Eunhyuk forgot the fact that he was a vampire old enough and powerful enough to defeat a fledgling. Kibum was scary and Eunhyuk was a coward so the entire scene was off.

“Doesn’t the person who turned you know what to do? Someone had to have turned you. Aren’t there, like, rules for these kind of things?”

“Of course someone turned me!” Eunhyuk shot back, and frowned, “I don’t want to talk about it.” He wasn’t on speaking terms with his creator at the moment. He didn’t know when they were going to be on speaking terms but he assumed it would be a few decades before that happened.

“You don’t want to talk about it.” Kibum repeated, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “I wish I could kill you.”

Eunhyuk shrunk back from him, plastering himself to the wall. “…one day, when we’re older, we’ll laugh about this!”

Kibum glared, and Eunhyuk remembered briefly that they were never going to grow older. He slid down to the ground, clutching his mop bucket. “…be gentle…”

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Hangeng was a beautiful sleeper. Then again, Donghae believed that Hangeng was a beautiful everything. He sighed softly to himself, leaning against the edge of the bed. He’d managed to drag Hangeng all the way to the bedroom-he attributed his large upper body strength to carrying all the supplies for Ryeowook’s fishtank up the stairs to his apartment-and had tucked him in, feeling a bit guilty.

How was he supposed to know that Hangeng was a narcoleptic? That had to be the reason he kept falling asleep. Why hadn’t Donghae noticed it before? He’d always prided himself on being an attentive stalker to his crush. Maybe Hangeng only slept between classes and during his lunch break?

What an amazing teacher!

Only someone who was that dedicated to teaching would strategically make sure they only fell asleep when their students didn’t need them.

Donghae felt more love for his professor well up inside of him. He hadn’t even thought it was possible to admire him even more. He watched Professor Han sleeping for a few more minutes, reaching out a hand to play with his hair.

He hesitated for a moment, feeling the silken locks, before looking around the room as if checking to see if anyone was there. Then he giggled and slipped into the bed behind Professor Han, wrapping his arms around him in a bone-crushing hug.

Oh joy of joys! His dream had come true! This was what he existed for! Now that he had Professor Han he would have to give up prostituting. He couldn’t please others. He needed to give his undivided attention to professor Han and professor Han only.

It would be hard though, to give up that life…he’d grown so accustomed to it.

The first time Donghae prostituted himself, it was to an old lady. He hadn’t even known he was doing it. But he’d helped her across the street and she’d patted him on the head and given him some money. He’d realized his calling in life after that moment.

As of yet, he hadn’t done any sexual favors. He got money from ‘pleasing’ others but none of it had been in the form of sex.

But “pleasing others” was prostitution, and so he counted it each time those old ladies asked him to help with “favors” and then paid him. There was even an old man once, who couldn’t carry his groceries.

But that was the past. He had to look toward the future…a future with him and Professor Han as a couple! He wondered what kind of pet names they’d give each other, maybe HanHae? Yeah, yeah that sounded good.

Wait…pets…

“Ryeowook!” Donghae shot out of bed, running toward the door.

He’d forgotten to feed his fish!

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Leeteuk hummed to himself as he walked down the street. He practically skipped. If he’d had an umbrella he would have twirled it and danced to Singing In The Rain with an entire musical number. But it wasn’t raining and he was bereft of said umbrella, so he contented himself with a quickened walk-almost a jog, he only had so much time for his lunch break-and headed toward his desired destination.

He wondered what he was going to do when he got there. Would Kangin think he was too forward if he showed up? Would he take it as sexual harassment? He had called Leeteuk ahjussi the first time they’d met. Oh god, what if he thought he was some kind of freak?

Leeteuk’s pace slowed almost to a stop and he found himself biting his lip in worry. Maybe he should just head back to the school and get something from the cafeteria. That would be safer than the rejection he felt looming over him.

But…but…but the way Kangin had smiled at him with those glitter-gloss covered lips…he couldn’t pass this up! This was fate! Love!

He took a deep breath and continued toward the infamous golden arches a few shops away. As he neared the parking lot he paused, seeing movement out of the corner of his eye near the dumpster. A flash of large teeth and a tail before whatever it was hid itself more completely behind the dumpster.

Leeteuk shrugged, heading to the door.

He’d have to tell Kangin that they had some really big rats in the back of their lot.

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The boy smelled of catnip. If there was one thing in the world Siwon hated, it was catnip. Well, it was on the list of things she hated, but it wasn’t at the top.

1.       Satan

2.       People who don’t love Jesus.

3.       Vampires

4.       Catnip

And not only did the boy smell like catnip, he was insane to boot. He wore a fur coat and screamed at her about animal rights! The nerve!

Siwon huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. What right did he have to lecture her? He was looking down on her, wasn’t he? He thought he was better than her because she was a porn star and he was a naked man in a fur coat.

Yeah well, she had God! What did he have?

Oh, right, the androgynous Korean Audrey Hepburn.

…he was more powerful than she’d originally thought.

Siwon pulled out her cell phone from inside her bra and began texting Shindong and Kangin. Shinnie, Kang-Kang, let’s have a sleepover! Someone bring a good chick flick! We’ll order pizza!

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Kibum leaned against the table, eyes closed. He felt tired, lethargic, and he didn’t want to move. While sunlight didn’t make him burst into flames-he didn’t care, as long as it didn’t make him sparkle-it still made him feel…icky. Like he had a cold or something.

It was hard to pretend that nothing was bothering him, and when he got home, it was easy to forget that his brothers didn’t know he was a vampire. A cool hand was placed on his forehead and Kibum opened his eyes to blink up at Key.

His other brother sat at the other end of the table, looking at him curiously from over his glass of orange juice. He wondered how Key had convinced him he needed to drink it. He thought he was a zombie after all, right?

“Bummie hyung, are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Kibum grunted.

“But you’ve been so pale lately.” Key continued, and his other brother nodded vigorously from the other side of the table.

Kibum reached up to brush Key’s hand away. “I’m fine.” He pushed away from the table and stood, “I’m not hungry anymore.” He walked out of the room without a look back, leaving his two younger brothers behind.

Key swallowed. “What did I do wrong, hyung?”

Kibum shrugged, but was stopped from responding by a knock at the front door. Key had gone back to cooking, throwing ingredients angrily into the pot and stirring it furiously. Kibum decided to leave his younger brother to his angsting and headed to the door.

He looked through the peep-hole-like Bummie hyung taught him to do-and saw a young man standing there. He slowly unlocked the door and opened it, peering outside. “Hello?”

The man standing on his doorstep was pale. Pale and tall and wearing a suit and an odd cape. Kibum thought that a cane would complete the picture but the man wasn’t holding one. He did, however, have one glove covered in golden studs.

Kibum hid behind the door a bit more, even as the other man smiled widely at him-but he didn’t show his teeth, just a stretch of the lips. “Hello, is your older brother home?”