[fic] that sick room; key-centric
that sick room ; key-centric fic
a/n: abilify might be known as aripiprazole in some places; it's an atidepressant that's also used for other medical disorders. um, this might not make a lot of sense because it was churned in one get-go, but leave a comment if you're confused! :) loosely based on the black swan and written to the dark ages. happy super early halloween, everyone! ♥
dance practice happens to run late one evening, kibum staying behind to make sure each and every single move is perfected. there's one part however, he can't quite grasp; it's beginning to frustrate him immensely. he sighs and settles for going home and getting ready to watch a movie.
after his shower at the gym, he walks over to his storage locker and takes his usual dose of abilify (inwardly wincing when the pills got stuck and he has to cough to dislodge them, spitting them out). kibum crosses another day off on his calender and considers his dose taken.
he's just about to leave for the night when he hears a door slam in the next hallway, followed by a thump. he goes outside practice room 209, looking down to where the sound came from - somewhere by room 333.
(he never got their numbering orders.)
"hello?" kibum calls across the dark hallway, tightening the scarf around his neck and frowning at the distraction, "are you alright?"
there isn't an answer, so he steps forward and walks down. sometimes people were just too exhausted to answer, and so he decided to check on them (just to make sure). and then he sees it; a streak of blood smearing down the hallway and leading into a dance room.
at this he really begins to worry, because it's all he sees. but he tells himself that someone more than likely needs help and he has to help them, so he urges himself to go forward. as he edges furthur down, the blood smears get bigger and fresher and oh god his shoes are making horrible squelching sounds as he walks through it -
there's a wet, strangled gugling noise coming from behind him; like someone with congested lungs is trying to breathe under water. kibum feels hair suddenly rise up from the back of his neck and immediately turns around, finding the hallway deserted and the blood he was standing in gone, and himself suddenly in the now-open dance room.
funny, he didn't even remember opening the door.
a squeak of sneakers echos down the hallway, and he sees a soft brunette-haired teenager shut the door behind him, seemingly dancing in beat with the headphones around his neck playing some tune only he could hear. the teenager sees kibum standing before him and jumps a little, eyes crinkling up at the corners.
"hyung!" the figure greets, and kibum realizes this is taemin, that new transfer student. "hyung, what are you doing here? it's really late."
kibum stares blankly at him in response, leading taemin to try another tact. "you're kibum, right? i'm taemin, lee taemin. we never were really...introduced. i'm one of the new trainees they recruited! i'm really excited to be here." taemin's holding out a pale hand, and kibum takes it. it's perfect just like him, he thinks bitterly, and drops it as if it scalded him. he goes for the scarf around his neck and settles for unwrapping it, carefully folding it and setting it by a corner.
"i've seen you dance before," taemin says quietly, taking his headphones off, beginning to stretch and twist his body slightly, wincing slightly whenever a muscle is pulled. "you're really something. i want to dance like you one day, hyung."
"you'll get there eventually," kibum finds himself saying in a hollow, detached voice; "we all have to start somewhere. though sometimes somewhere turns out to be nowhere, and you don't really get anywhere in life; nor do you do better. you simply keep dancing for no rewards or benefits, like a puppet. in fact, you'd make the best puppet ever."
taemin stiffens visbly, eyes narrowing a bit as he turns around, shaking slightly and digging nails into the palms of his own hands. "you're not perfect either," he spits out with much more venom than he intended. "t-they say you're too frigid and quick to anger; and -"
he's cut off by kibum suddenly shoving him back, slamming his body into the glass so hard that it actually cracks under his weight. taemin lets out a groan of pain before kibum's kicking him in the ribs, leaning down and fisting one hand in his hair.
"i'm too what, taemin? too apathetic? too serious about my work? too psychotic? no, i'm perfect, and more people need to be like me." with each word he's kicking taemin's body, ignoring the younger's cries of agony.
"h-hyung, please, hyung, stop," taemin's choking out; and only then does kibum stop, looking down at taemin. "i-it hurts," comes the weak cry, a bit of blood dribbling from taemin's lips and landing on the cool tile.
"now you know how i feel," kibum's whispering, gently caressing the male's lips with a thumb before looking tenderly at him. "and this is why i can't let you dance, taemin."
taemin doesn't see the glimmer of the glass shard in kibum's hand until he feels it stabbed into his abused side, feels it ripping through made-fragile bones and veins, feels warm blood spilling out. he doesn't stop until he feels taemin's pulse slow down and finally stop, until the blood starts congealing, until it's under his fingernails and there forever.
the last thing taemin sees is kibum's wide, feral smile, a dark chuckle falling from his lips. "i am the best, and i'll always be the best. nobody can take that from me."
kibum barely makes it ten steps away from taemin's bloody and battered body before sudden exhaustion hits him and he allows himself to collapse and fall into dreamland.
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"it was horrible," taemin's sobbing out into one of the senior dancers arms; "i heard glass breaking, so i ran down the hallway, thinking someone accidentally crashed into the glass."
"continue," jinki whispers, rubbing soft soothing circles on his back. behind him jonghyun sits with a blank face, holding kibum's bloody scarf. minho, one of the trainees is next to him, squeezing his shoulder in silent support. "it's okay, taemin, i'm here."
"s-so i opened the door really carefully...b-because some students don't like to be disturbed while dancing," he smiles weakly at this, remembering when he accidentally walked in on some very inappropriate things.
"a-and i called out if someone was there, that i heard glass breaking. it was all over the floor, but it felt really slippery. so i thought that someone had thrown their juice bottle at it in frustration, so i t-turned on the light...a-and...a-and..."
taemin starts violently shaking in jinki's arms, and it's everything the dance leader can do to not start breaking down with him. instead he rubs soothing circles on his back and whispers support into his ears. "hyung, it was horrible. his...k-kibum's body had b-bones sticking out of it, and blood everywhere. t-there was glass...also sticking out of his body. hyung, it looked like he was assaulted a-and there was blood, and-"
he finally cuts off and begins sobbing hysterically, allowing himself to be lead away by a police officer to give his statement (again, for the third time that evening) to police.
kibum's mutilated body lies under a sheet in the distance, the white quickly being stained an angry scarlet as forensics go through his bags and locker. written by his fingers are two simple words trailing off into bloody smears.
still perfect.
x-posted to shinee_replay.
a/n: abilify might be known as aripiprazole in some places; it's an atidepressant that's also used for other medical disorders. um, this might not make a lot of sense because it was churned in one get-go, but leave a comment if you're confused! :) loosely based on the black swan and written to the dark ages. happy super early halloween, everyone! ♥
dance practice happens to run late one evening, kibum staying behind to make sure each and every single move is perfected. there's one part however, he can't quite grasp; it's beginning to frustrate him immensely. he sighs and settles for going home and getting ready to watch a movie.
after his shower at the gym, he walks over to his storage locker and takes his usual dose of abilify (inwardly wincing when the pills got stuck and he has to cough to dislodge them, spitting them out). kibum crosses another day off on his calender and considers his dose taken.
he's just about to leave for the night when he hears a door slam in the next hallway, followed by a thump. he goes outside practice room 209, looking down to where the sound came from - somewhere by room 333.
(he never got their numbering orders.)
"hello?" kibum calls across the dark hallway, tightening the scarf around his neck and frowning at the distraction, "are you alright?"
there isn't an answer, so he steps forward and walks down. sometimes people were just too exhausted to answer, and so he decided to check on them (just to make sure). and then he sees it; a streak of blood smearing down the hallway and leading into a dance room.
at this he really begins to worry, because it's all he sees. but he tells himself that someone more than likely needs help and he has to help them, so he urges himself to go forward. as he edges furthur down, the blood smears get bigger and fresher and oh god his shoes are making horrible squelching sounds as he walks through it -
there's a wet, strangled gugling noise coming from behind him; like someone with congested lungs is trying to breathe under water. kibum feels hair suddenly rise up from the back of his neck and immediately turns around, finding the hallway deserted and the blood he was standing in gone, and himself suddenly in the now-open dance room.
funny, he didn't even remember opening the door.
a squeak of sneakers echos down the hallway, and he sees a soft brunette-haired teenager shut the door behind him, seemingly dancing in beat with the headphones around his neck playing some tune only he could hear. the teenager sees kibum standing before him and jumps a little, eyes crinkling up at the corners.
"hyung!" the figure greets, and kibum realizes this is taemin, that new transfer student. "hyung, what are you doing here? it's really late."
kibum stares blankly at him in response, leading taemin to try another tact. "you're kibum, right? i'm taemin, lee taemin. we never were really...introduced. i'm one of the new trainees they recruited! i'm really excited to be here." taemin's holding out a pale hand, and kibum takes it. it's perfect just like him, he thinks bitterly, and drops it as if it scalded him. he goes for the scarf around his neck and settles for unwrapping it, carefully folding it and setting it by a corner.
"i've seen you dance before," taemin says quietly, taking his headphones off, beginning to stretch and twist his body slightly, wincing slightly whenever a muscle is pulled. "you're really something. i want to dance like you one day, hyung."
"you'll get there eventually," kibum finds himself saying in a hollow, detached voice; "we all have to start somewhere. though sometimes somewhere turns out to be nowhere, and you don't really get anywhere in life; nor do you do better. you simply keep dancing for no rewards or benefits, like a puppet. in fact, you'd make the best puppet ever."
taemin stiffens visbly, eyes narrowing a bit as he turns around, shaking slightly and digging nails into the palms of his own hands. "you're not perfect either," he spits out with much more venom than he intended. "t-they say you're too frigid and quick to anger; and -"
he's cut off by kibum suddenly shoving him back, slamming his body into the glass so hard that it actually cracks under his weight. taemin lets out a groan of pain before kibum's kicking him in the ribs, leaning down and fisting one hand in his hair.
"i'm too what, taemin? too apathetic? too serious about my work? too psychotic? no, i'm perfect, and more people need to be like me." with each word he's kicking taemin's body, ignoring the younger's cries of agony.
"h-hyung, please, hyung, stop," taemin's choking out; and only then does kibum stop, looking down at taemin. "i-it hurts," comes the weak cry, a bit of blood dribbling from taemin's lips and landing on the cool tile.
"now you know how i feel," kibum's whispering, gently caressing the male's lips with a thumb before looking tenderly at him. "and this is why i can't let you dance, taemin."
taemin doesn't see the glimmer of the glass shard in kibum's hand until he feels it stabbed into his abused side, feels it ripping through made-fragile bones and veins, feels warm blood spilling out. he doesn't stop until he feels taemin's pulse slow down and finally stop, until the blood starts congealing, until it's under his fingernails and there forever.
the last thing taemin sees is kibum's wide, feral smile, a dark chuckle falling from his lips. "i am the best, and i'll always be the best. nobody can take that from me."
kibum barely makes it ten steps away from taemin's bloody and battered body before sudden exhaustion hits him and he allows himself to collapse and fall into dreamland.
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"it was horrible," taemin's sobbing out into one of the senior dancers arms; "i heard glass breaking, so i ran down the hallway, thinking someone accidentally crashed into the glass."
"continue," jinki whispers, rubbing soft soothing circles on his back. behind him jonghyun sits with a blank face, holding kibum's bloody scarf. minho, one of the trainees is next to him, squeezing his shoulder in silent support. "it's okay, taemin, i'm here."
"s-so i opened the door really carefully...b-because some students don't like to be disturbed while dancing," he smiles weakly at this, remembering when he accidentally walked in on some very inappropriate things.
"a-and i called out if someone was there, that i heard glass breaking. it was all over the floor, but it felt really slippery. so i thought that someone had thrown their juice bottle at it in frustration, so i t-turned on the light...a-and...a-and..."
taemin starts violently shaking in jinki's arms, and it's everything the dance leader can do to not start breaking down with him. instead he rubs soothing circles on his back and whispers support into his ears. "hyung, it was horrible. his...k-kibum's body had b-bones sticking out of it, and blood everywhere. t-there was glass...also sticking out of his body. hyung, it looked like he was assaulted a-and there was blood, and-"
he finally cuts off and begins sobbing hysterically, allowing himself to be lead away by a police officer to give his statement (again, for the third time that evening) to police.
kibum's mutilated body lies under a sheet in the distance, the white quickly being stained an angry scarlet as forensics go through his bags and locker. written by his fingers are two simple words trailing off into bloody smears.
still perfect.
x-posted to shinee_replay.