30 day short fic challenge: 04. Mouse - Jongkook
Title: 04. Mouse - Jongkook
Fandom: Kpop (Speed)
Pairing: none
Word count: 486
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Notes: Previous days can be found here and the full challenge here.
Jongkook holds the mouse in his hands. It sits there, quivering in fear, for a minute, maybe longer. But then it's tiny limbs unfold and it reaches out, resting it's tiny paws on Jongkook's thumb. He reaches out, gently stroking his fingers down it's back. He doesn't know the gender of the mouse, he'll probably never know, but it doesn't matter. What's important is that the mouse is calm, soothed.
On the floor, just out of the corner of his eye, Jongkook can see the rest of the mice. They're watching, carefully, to see what he'll do. He hadn't meant to come in here, he hadn't even known this room existed. But then again, he hadn't lived in the castle long enough to really know much of what went on. He set the mouse gently down on the floor, watching the sun from the slanted windows bounce off it's back in golden rays.
The mouse looks up at him and, Jongkook will later wonder if maybe he's going crazy only to discover he's not, the mouse seems to bow to him, before slipping away. By the time Jongkook's gaze has turned in the direction the mouse ran, the mouse and the rest of the mice Jongkook could just barely see are gone.
Jongkook backs out of the room, a soft apology leaves his lips, like a ghost of a breath, before he shuts the door. He looks at it, committing it to memory and promises he won't go in it again. He was welcome, this castle is his, but he knew he wasn't really welcome in that room. He doubts he'll even find it again, unless he looks, but he won't.
He will notice, much later, that he doesn't lose things. His socks are always folded in this drawers, the rings on his fingers never disappear and the keys, he has so many of them, always stay on the ring that hangs from the nail in the wall near his bed. There are other things, too, tiny paw prints in the dust in rooms he explores and scraps of food carelessly left out are disappeared without a trace.
It's then that he knows he made the right decision. He wonders about the man who lived in the castle before him. He'd seen the state of the creatures, he still finds rooms locked, filled with ghosts and skeletons. Jongkook isn't like them. He has too much heart, his advisers tell him as much, but he doesn't care. Which is why he doesn't scold the kitchen staff for leaving the food out. They know, he thinks, where it's gone and so long as he doesn't mind, they don't either.
The mice will save his life, one day. The golden-furred mouse will warn him and sacrifice his life to save Jongkook's. But that has yet to come. For now, Jongkook settles for the feeling that he is not alone.
Fandom: Kpop (Speed)
Pairing: none
Word count: 486
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Notes: Previous days can be found here and the full challenge here.
Jongkook holds the mouse in his hands. It sits there, quivering in fear, for a minute, maybe longer. But then it's tiny limbs unfold and it reaches out, resting it's tiny paws on Jongkook's thumb. He reaches out, gently stroking his fingers down it's back. He doesn't know the gender of the mouse, he'll probably never know, but it doesn't matter. What's important is that the mouse is calm, soothed.
On the floor, just out of the corner of his eye, Jongkook can see the rest of the mice. They're watching, carefully, to see what he'll do. He hadn't meant to come in here, he hadn't even known this room existed. But then again, he hadn't lived in the castle long enough to really know much of what went on. He set the mouse gently down on the floor, watching the sun from the slanted windows bounce off it's back in golden rays.
The mouse looks up at him and, Jongkook will later wonder if maybe he's going crazy only to discover he's not, the mouse seems to bow to him, before slipping away. By the time Jongkook's gaze has turned in the direction the mouse ran, the mouse and the rest of the mice Jongkook could just barely see are gone.
Jongkook backs out of the room, a soft apology leaves his lips, like a ghost of a breath, before he shuts the door. He looks at it, committing it to memory and promises he won't go in it again. He was welcome, this castle is his, but he knew he wasn't really welcome in that room. He doubts he'll even find it again, unless he looks, but he won't.
He will notice, much later, that he doesn't lose things. His socks are always folded in this drawers, the rings on his fingers never disappear and the keys, he has so many of them, always stay on the ring that hangs from the nail in the wall near his bed. There are other things, too, tiny paw prints in the dust in rooms he explores and scraps of food carelessly left out are disappeared without a trace.
It's then that he knows he made the right decision. He wonders about the man who lived in the castle before him. He'd seen the state of the creatures, he still finds rooms locked, filled with ghosts and skeletons. Jongkook isn't like them. He has too much heart, his advisers tell him as much, but he doesn't care. Which is why he doesn't scold the kitchen staff for leaving the food out. They know, he thinks, where it's gone and so long as he doesn't mind, they don't either.
The mice will save his life, one day. The golden-furred mouse will warn him and sacrifice his life to save Jongkook's. But that has yet to come. For now, Jongkook settles for the feeling that he is not alone.