Inmates Part 2 (Part 2)
So this is Part 2 of Part 2. LOL. If that's confusing. But yeahh....Continuation of Part 1...of Part 2...LOL. Im such a dork.
Title: Inmates
Chapter/Part: 2/6(if everything works out as I planned) Part 2
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Ryeowook (Kyuwook)
Genre: Dark, wierd...dunno
Rating: R
Prompt: Prison...(I know nothing so therefore may be very inaccurate...)
Warning: Wierd...sorry...darker themes introduced in this chapter
“I will beat the death out of you later.”
“Only if I don’t be the death of you first.”
Two (Continued)
“Good evening, Mr. Jang.”
“Polite now, aren’t we?”
Ryeowook wanted to shoot himself then. He should’ve known. There was a spare room that cut from one hallway to the other. That must’ve been how Mr. Jang slipped behind him soundlessly. Ryeowook’s eyes fell down to the neatly arranged stack of cans on the ground further down. Their shadows stretched long and thin, the tips reaching into view of the hallway he had just passed through. They had served as an effective distraction. How stupid he must’ve been.
The rim of the gun’s opening pushed further into Ryeowook’s back. He held his breath and felt that grubby hand twist his wrist painfully behind him. He gave a low whimper, the pungent tones of intoxication pending behind him, slowly wafting to his nose. The weapon shifted further in again.
“Move.” The word slithered into his ear. “My office. Now.”
Ryeowook took slow hesitant steps forward, feeling slightly relieved when the pressure whatever was behind him lessened with each step. It might not have been a gun but he wouldn’t take that chance. And Mr. Jang wasn’t stupid enough to walk into a free beating. His pace must’ve been too slow or the man, too cautious of any spectators, because Ryeowook felt the inward push at his pained wrist. His bone was curling terribly. He cursed himself for not listening to the stupid brat now. How the hell did Kyuhyun know anyways?
Ryeowook stumbled into the office with a final push. He heard the door shut lightly and the soft click of the lock turn. A quick turn and he saw. It really was a pistol. Mr. Jang was quite intoxicated as well. Cheeks red. Breath reeked. Eyes dilated and strained. This was a difficult situation. Normally, he would’ve thought his life wasn’t in danger right now but in this state, Mr. Jang was a very different person. He had been stupid enough to be this drunk. Being this drunk had only allowed for his true grudge against Ryeowook to emerge. He finally had some kind of guts. The moment he walked out alive, Ryeowook was going to smash that janitor’s face inside out. Meanwhile, he raised his hands above his head and breathed evenly.
“Don’t you fucking move.” The sneer pierced Ryeowook’s chest. Sweat forming a wet line down his back. He wasn’t going to risk losing his life for the second time today.
“Mr. Jang, what is it? I’m sure we can talk this one out.”
“Shut the hell up.” He saw the finger slide over the trigger. That really would shut him up. The words slurred sloppily out of his mouth. “You think you’re so smart. Always talking that crap about beating me up. You actually hit me once too. It hurt. You know, I’ve had enough of that. What are you going to do now? Come on, beat me!”
“I will beat the death out of you later.”
“Only if I don’t be the death of you first.”
The finger curled more over the trigger. Mr. Jang stared at him hard, eyes sweeping over his body. His lips wound up into a nasty sneer.
“Turn around.”
Ryeowook did. His arms were growing weary with all the tiring activities he had this morning. However, he really wasn’t in any position to refute now. He’d think of something later. Ryeowook would get his chance when the man was more vulnerable.
“Strip.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” Spit hit the ground. “Do it.”
Ryeowook remained cautious. He slowly pulled the collar of his shirt until it slipped over his shoulders. Either this was his debasement or the alcohol was doing some very unnecessary things to Mr. Jang. Either way, he hoped that the man would drop unconscious in the process. A heavy glare covered his patterned back.
“Pretty little scars for a pretty little back. Get them fighting?” There was no response. The man added gruffly. “Now, don’t you dare move or make a sound.”
Quiet stumbles were heard as the man approached. Ryeowook felt his breath die in his chest without being released. A rough hand found his back then skimmed harshly over his smooth skin until it rounded to the front. It rose and dipped gently with his steady breathing. Hot bitter air slide around his neck. The man leaned closer. Ryeowook felt the hot metal shoved deep into his flesh as dry lips latched onto the strong blade of his shoulder. The hand against his belly pushed him backwards so his skin pressed roughly against the other’s uniform. Ryeowook felt a growing problem behind him. Shit.
A slick tongue trailed a long line to his collarbone then up his neck. The smell growing more unbearable. He budged a bit forward but felt the tip of the barrel crush against his spine when he moved. His breath knocked against his teeth feeling death thrust further into him. Ryeowook bit his tongue, muffling all sounds, as the man ground himself forward into the boy. That same wet tongue now probing and swirling along the shell of his ear. Disgust broke the sweat along his back as the touches played up his chest to reach sensitivity. It felt different when it was another set of fingers doing this.
Without warning, the hand ripped away from his torso and grabbed him much lower. Ryeowook grunted faintly, pushing his torso backwards only to meet a tighter, throbbing consequence. A low growl set loose in frustration being trapped in between two difficult situations. He would’ve preferred not to stay still and practically serve himself to the man. The weapon shifted when he made another sound. It had been sliding down to and almost off his lower back but was jerked back up over Ryeowook’s heart.
The hand below his hips squeezed with all its might. Ryeowook practically shrieked, yanking his head back in pain. The teeth sunk into his neck were almost negligible compared to this feeling. He felt the nails dig into the thin material, nearly penetrating through as the fingers curled up with an increase of friction from the back as well. He felt the pain burst through his body as he ground out an incoming screech. The gun weakened its position and Ryeowook took careful note of this.
“Did that hurt baby? I’m sorry.” Another twinge bolted through his muscles. “Want me to fix it?”
“No.”
“Shhhh…Don’t be like that.”
Those fat fingers flickered over to the waistband of his pants. Ryeowook drew in a quick breath with horrid anticipation. They dipped down his prominent hip bones, closing tight around another obstruction. Ryeowook stepped back, only to be crushed from behind, the gun slammed into the back of his neck now. He gave up, biting down coughs when he nearly choked on his tongue at the impact. The metal rimming continued being smashed up against his irritated skin. It would’ve been better for Mr. Jang to do whatever he did than to lose his life. Ryeowook still had his family to take care of. His boxers were being tugged down now. Uneasiness crawled over his sweat soaked skin as the fingers sunk lower, so close…
A loud knock jerked the hand out of Ryeowook’s pants. The incessant burn over his shoulders paused with a shrill intake of air. He heard the finger drum twice against the trigger behind his neck but the sound so horrifyingly clear as if against his ear. If the taps had been any heavier, Ryeowook could’ve been dead. If Mr. Jang was any drunker…He grew white with fear at the thought, his mind slowly giving way to his arising terror. His knees threatened to collapse but Ryeowook bit back that weakness which would really throw him to death if he did so. Quickly, his mentality gradually stabilized again.
There was a louder bang against the door and this time Mr. Jang pulled away completely, slowly removing the pressure, the death from his skin. Ryeowook was shoved forward, assured that the pistol was still pointed at him.
“Get under my desk.” Careful steps were taken. “Hurry up.”
Then he was hidden. A third knock alerted the man to a small jump. Ryeowook peeked through a crack to see that Mr. Jang was still facing his desk in case Ryeowook decided to bolt or do something unexpected. Whoever this person was, Ryeowook swore he would kiss the person who broke up the dangerous situation. He placed his hands against the wobbly wooden walls, leaning in for a good mental note of who to thank.
Ryeowook knew the answer before seeing the face.
“Good evening, Mr. Jang.” The aggressively dark voice answered.
The frightened man turned his pistol quickly to the intruder but his face as only met with a fierce return of the door. His back connected with the ground, a low groan escaping the bruised lips when the door had dented his face. Kyuhyun stepped through, instantly shutting the door behind him. The weapon had slipped from the man’s fingers and slid roughly against the cement. Mr. Jang flopped onto his belly, stretching his hand as far as it could reach. As his hand closed about the little loop, Kyuhyun slammed his foot into that arm, fingers releasing hold of the gun. Ryeowook heard a definitive crunch and winced. A sharp yelp echoed off the walls of the room.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Kyuhyun glared down at the man. He crushed again, earning another shriek. “Where is Ryeowook?”
“I’m here.” Ryeowook raised himself from behind the desk, meeting the black murderous expression on Kyuhyun’s face.
“Did he do anything to you?”
Then those eyes scanned the shirtless boy. There were red marks stretched over his one shoulder. At the neck, there were worse bite marks, almost raising the blood underneath the marred white skin. His face was screwed into massively dark scrunch, brows furrowing furiously. The foot moved back to squish the man’s torso into the ground, squeezing the air out of his lungs. A shuddering groan was heard from the man, who continued to grasp for the gun. Kyuhyun kicked the man. Something was sure to be broken now. The man slumped motionless to the ground. Kyuhyun raised his foot again.
“Kyuhyun!” He looked at the forgotten boy, the massive anger still intact. “Stop! That’s enough! You don’t need to kill him.”
“Are you sure he didn’t do anything to you? Worthless bastard.”
“I’m fine. Nothing happened.” Ryeowook hurried over to pull Kyuhyun off the still body. It was obvious how the boy tried to hide his limp. Kyuhyun noticed the slight shock in the other’s face and relaxed his expression gentler.
“Where does it hurt?”
“I’m not hurt.”
The hands that went to push the body off him were found instead held back behind him. Kyuhyun pressed his free hand over Ryeowook’s body, feeling it twitch at his rough touch. His fingers skimmed down gentler and stopped altogether right over his hip bones. The rattling of Ryeowook’s legs was evident as his winces grew more apparent when Kyuhyun had travelled further down. Ryeowook felt the other’s breath slide through his hair with realization as he was drawn closer.
“I was late.”
“I told you…” Ryeowook pulled free from the embrace. When Kyuhyun had touched him just now, it was different…He didn’t quite understand it. His eyes fell upon the too still man. “He didn’t do anything. God, I hope you didn’t kill him.”
“Nah. Don’t worry about it but if you want me to, I’ll gladly do it.”
“No. No. It’s okay. We’ve got to fix this before anyone comes.”
Ryeowook panicked as he picked up the heavy man up. The weight was a bit unbearable considering the state he was in. His body was trembling slightly and terribly weak from straining itself today. It was always Kyuhyun’s fault. Yet, somehow the boy always knew how to fix him up at the last minute as well. Ryeowook had such conflicting feelings.
“If we leave him in his chair with his head down on the desk, people might think he’s sleeping.” Ryeowook pushed the body onto the swivel chair, carefully setting down the bruised face. The stubby arms were placed over the face for further disguising.
“Okay, let’s hurry back.” Kyuhyun grabbed Ryeowook’s hand and slipped his shirt over his bare body. Those long fingers brushed against his skin, running low shudders through his body. Then the boy was pushed him towards the door. “You first.”
“I’m going alone?”
“Yeah. It’d be too suspicious if we both went back together.” Kyuhyun waved a finger off. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.”
Ryeowook looked at him, warm gratitude rolling the words off his tongue. “Be careful.”
“I should be saying that. You took the words right off my mouth.”The boy smiled gently and Ryeowook felt himself returning the sincerity.
“Don’t kill him, you hear me?” Ryeowook frowned again, voice stricken. “While I’m gone, you’re not allowed to even touch him. Got it?”
“Darn. Yeah. Yeah.” Kyuhyun groaned then sighed but Ryeowook had gotten his word on it.
“See you later.”
There was a soft click as the door shut. Ryeowook didn’t turn around from his bed but gathered the sheets closer to his body. His life had been threatened too many times today; the lingering terror was growing weary on him. Ryeowook listened very carefully to the light steps as they swept crossed the floor, sound growing faintly louder each step. The bed sunk a little as more weight was introduced onto it. His fists clenched the material tighter.
Two hands found his hips. Ryeowook instantly flipped out. His legs thrashed backwards into a tangle with the intruder’s and his nails rooted deeply into the arms. Cold sweat was running down his back again as his body rebelled out of that touch. Those strong hands maintained their hold but were much tenderer around the frantic boy. He felt cool fingers slide along his sides to ease his panic.
“Relax Ryeowook…” Kyuhyun’s breath dusted over the back of his neck, slightly burning over the remaining red marks. “I won’t hurt you.”
Under the boy’s gentle coaxing, Ryeowook’s body relaxed a bit. His breathing fluttered in unsteady gasps into the night. He removed his prying fingers away but left his legs entwined with Kyuhyun’s. The way Kyuhyun touched him was different from Mr. Jang’s. He did not mind this as much or perhaps he had just grown accustomed to it over the past few weeks. Ryeowook felt warm now. Safe. As much as this guy pissed him off, Kyuhyun wasn’t all that bad. However, there were still many things that bothered him about this boy. Things Ryeowook didn’t know. Too many things tonight didn’t make sense to him. Kyuhyun didn’t make sense.
“What are you thinking of?” Ryeowook could feel the words roll off his tongue and onto his skin.
“Nothing. I’m just tired.”
“Then sleep.” Kyuhyun’s fingers found their way under his shirt, working little circles against his skin. His shudders numbed down almost to a stop. “It must be tough, feeling like you were going to die twice today…”
“I’m fine…” His mumble droned.
Kyuhyun could feel the unpleasant thoughts rummage into Ryeowook’s head and the feelings swell in his chest because of them. He allowed the boy some peace, sensing the fear arising in the boy once again. It was starting again. His chin clattered against Ryeowook’s shoulder when it shook slightly out of control. Ryeowook felt something brush along the raised skin and sweep up to his nape. It was Kyuhyun’s attempt at helping him relax but instead, he was growing more cautious of the touches over his body. He still wasn’t…
“I said I was fine…” The boy was afraid of dying but of course, with his pride, wasn’t so willing to show that. Ryeowook wriggled free. “I didn’t die, did I?”
“No but that doesn’t mean you’re not afraid.” Kyuhyun spoke against the inward curve of his neck, deserving a soft tremor. The circles near his hips stopped. “You’re still frightened of my touch…”
“Not frightened…”
“But not comfortable…”
Then all the pressure on Ryeowook’s skin withdrew. For a few seconds, the boy felt cool again. Alone. He didn’t like it when people touched him but it wasn’t because he didn’t like to be touched. Ryeowook just wasn’t used to it. The boy hadn’t grown up in a warm loving family that melted his heart with precious memories. His nights were night full of tender words lulling him to sleep. There were no caresses to comfort him when he was upset. Ryeowook had grown up with a heart hidden in steel, constricting him tighter when his feelings brushed against the armour. The boy wasn’t accustomed to affections and gestures.
So when Kyuhyun began touching him, it stirred something in him, a feeling that wasn’t quite non-existent but rather…dormant. A first experience. Some desire he had hidden throughout the many years. While Heechul would pat him sometimes or the others would do things as well, this wasn’t the same. Kyuhyun stroked his weakened, suffocated heart. For this, Ryeowook had to admit to himself if not to Kyuhyun, he was afraid. The boy to let someone touch him. Yet, when the boy pulled away now, Ryeowook really felt it. A lack of warmth. And something else...
“Don’t go…” His mustered words were bit back.
“I never said I was going to leave now…” He felt the comfort of Kyuhyun slightly against him again. “I just won’t touch you anymore.”
“Thank you…” Ryeowook felt his eyes fluttering weakly to remain open. “For saving me…”
“Of course, you have a family to take care of. And that’s why you can’t die.”
He wondered how Kyuhyun knew this but the boy knew everything. Ryeowook was much too tired right now to think anyways.
“So until you leave here, I’ll keep you alive...” He was touched by a stranger. This was rare. “From everything else.”
"But yourself?"
There was black silence. Ryeowook, unknowing how to respond to such strange and unexplained…could he even call this...kindness…? Or a declaration of death...
“Sleep.”
And he was with the warm and possibly betraying assurance of Kyuhyun’s curled back against his own.
“I’ll protect you tonight.”
So Ryeowook believed...for that night...
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Okay, that felt better. Dunno what I just wrote here and what I did to Ryeowook is so inexcusable. Bad me! Bad! Bad! Ugh, so sorry for the very long (gross) descriptions in the second part, ugh stupid me. I rushed the ending kind of if you can tell but yeah...
I want to say sorry to kyulyn if she read this because we talked about the swearing and I know I made them swear. Sorry about that but in this fic, it's because I kind of stretched their characters so it's not that much like them anymore. So again, yeah, it's my fault. Sorry...T.T
Any who...Imma be on vacation for a month in a couple of days so I don't know if I'll have internet access or not. I HOPE SO! I still want to try writing since I have so much unfinished. Sorry hennu15 if I make you wait some more. I'll try really hard to find internet!!!
So see ya...
Title: Inmates
Chapter/Part: 2/6(if everything works out as I planned) Part 2
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Ryeowook (Kyuwook)
Genre: Dark, wierd...dunno
Rating: R
Prompt: Prison...(I know nothing so therefore may be very inaccurate...)
Warning: Wierd...sorry...darker themes introduced in this chapter
“I will beat the death out of you later.”
“Only if I don’t be the death of you first.”
Two (Continued)
“Good evening, Mr. Jang.”
“Polite now, aren’t we?”
Ryeowook wanted to shoot himself then. He should’ve known. There was a spare room that cut from one hallway to the other. That must’ve been how Mr. Jang slipped behind him soundlessly. Ryeowook’s eyes fell down to the neatly arranged stack of cans on the ground further down. Their shadows stretched long and thin, the tips reaching into view of the hallway he had just passed through. They had served as an effective distraction. How stupid he must’ve been.
The rim of the gun’s opening pushed further into Ryeowook’s back. He held his breath and felt that grubby hand twist his wrist painfully behind him. He gave a low whimper, the pungent tones of intoxication pending behind him, slowly wafting to his nose. The weapon shifted further in again.
“Move.” The word slithered into his ear. “My office. Now.”
Ryeowook took slow hesitant steps forward, feeling slightly relieved when the pressure whatever was behind him lessened with each step. It might not have been a gun but he wouldn’t take that chance. And Mr. Jang wasn’t stupid enough to walk into a free beating. His pace must’ve been too slow or the man, too cautious of any spectators, because Ryeowook felt the inward push at his pained wrist. His bone was curling terribly. He cursed himself for not listening to the stupid brat now. How the hell did Kyuhyun know anyways?
Ryeowook stumbled into the office with a final push. He heard the door shut lightly and the soft click of the lock turn. A quick turn and he saw. It really was a pistol. Mr. Jang was quite intoxicated as well. Cheeks red. Breath reeked. Eyes dilated and strained. This was a difficult situation. Normally, he would’ve thought his life wasn’t in danger right now but in this state, Mr. Jang was a very different person. He had been stupid enough to be this drunk. Being this drunk had only allowed for his true grudge against Ryeowook to emerge. He finally had some kind of guts. The moment he walked out alive, Ryeowook was going to smash that janitor’s face inside out. Meanwhile, he raised his hands above his head and breathed evenly.
“Don’t you fucking move.” The sneer pierced Ryeowook’s chest. Sweat forming a wet line down his back. He wasn’t going to risk losing his life for the second time today.
“Mr. Jang, what is it? I’m sure we can talk this one out.”
“Shut the hell up.” He saw the finger slide over the trigger. That really would shut him up. The words slurred sloppily out of his mouth. “You think you’re so smart. Always talking that crap about beating me up. You actually hit me once too. It hurt. You know, I’ve had enough of that. What are you going to do now? Come on, beat me!”
“I will beat the death out of you later.”
“Only if I don’t be the death of you first.”
The finger curled more over the trigger. Mr. Jang stared at him hard, eyes sweeping over his body. His lips wound up into a nasty sneer.
“Turn around.”
Ryeowook did. His arms were growing weary with all the tiring activities he had this morning. However, he really wasn’t in any position to refute now. He’d think of something later. Ryeowook would get his chance when the man was more vulnerable.
“Strip.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” Spit hit the ground. “Do it.”
Ryeowook remained cautious. He slowly pulled the collar of his shirt until it slipped over his shoulders. Either this was his debasement or the alcohol was doing some very unnecessary things to Mr. Jang. Either way, he hoped that the man would drop unconscious in the process. A heavy glare covered his patterned back.
“Pretty little scars for a pretty little back. Get them fighting?” There was no response. The man added gruffly. “Now, don’t you dare move or make a sound.”
Quiet stumbles were heard as the man approached. Ryeowook felt his breath die in his chest without being released. A rough hand found his back then skimmed harshly over his smooth skin until it rounded to the front. It rose and dipped gently with his steady breathing. Hot bitter air slide around his neck. The man leaned closer. Ryeowook felt the hot metal shoved deep into his flesh as dry lips latched onto the strong blade of his shoulder. The hand against his belly pushed him backwards so his skin pressed roughly against the other’s uniform. Ryeowook felt a growing problem behind him. Shit.
A slick tongue trailed a long line to his collarbone then up his neck. The smell growing more unbearable. He budged a bit forward but felt the tip of the barrel crush against his spine when he moved. His breath knocked against his teeth feeling death thrust further into him. Ryeowook bit his tongue, muffling all sounds, as the man ground himself forward into the boy. That same wet tongue now probing and swirling along the shell of his ear. Disgust broke the sweat along his back as the touches played up his chest to reach sensitivity. It felt different when it was another set of fingers doing this.
Without warning, the hand ripped away from his torso and grabbed him much lower. Ryeowook grunted faintly, pushing his torso backwards only to meet a tighter, throbbing consequence. A low growl set loose in frustration being trapped in between two difficult situations. He would’ve preferred not to stay still and practically serve himself to the man. The weapon shifted when he made another sound. It had been sliding down to and almost off his lower back but was jerked back up over Ryeowook’s heart.
The hand below his hips squeezed with all its might. Ryeowook practically shrieked, yanking his head back in pain. The teeth sunk into his neck were almost negligible compared to this feeling. He felt the nails dig into the thin material, nearly penetrating through as the fingers curled up with an increase of friction from the back as well. He felt the pain burst through his body as he ground out an incoming screech. The gun weakened its position and Ryeowook took careful note of this.
“Did that hurt baby? I’m sorry.” Another twinge bolted through his muscles. “Want me to fix it?”
“No.”
“Shhhh…Don’t be like that.”
Those fat fingers flickered over to the waistband of his pants. Ryeowook drew in a quick breath with horrid anticipation. They dipped down his prominent hip bones, closing tight around another obstruction. Ryeowook stepped back, only to be crushed from behind, the gun slammed into the back of his neck now. He gave up, biting down coughs when he nearly choked on his tongue at the impact. The metal rimming continued being smashed up against his irritated skin. It would’ve been better for Mr. Jang to do whatever he did than to lose his life. Ryeowook still had his family to take care of. His boxers were being tugged down now. Uneasiness crawled over his sweat soaked skin as the fingers sunk lower, so close…
A loud knock jerked the hand out of Ryeowook’s pants. The incessant burn over his shoulders paused with a shrill intake of air. He heard the finger drum twice against the trigger behind his neck but the sound so horrifyingly clear as if against his ear. If the taps had been any heavier, Ryeowook could’ve been dead. If Mr. Jang was any drunker…He grew white with fear at the thought, his mind slowly giving way to his arising terror. His knees threatened to collapse but Ryeowook bit back that weakness which would really throw him to death if he did so. Quickly, his mentality gradually stabilized again.
There was a louder bang against the door and this time Mr. Jang pulled away completely, slowly removing the pressure, the death from his skin. Ryeowook was shoved forward, assured that the pistol was still pointed at him.
“Get under my desk.” Careful steps were taken. “Hurry up.”
Then he was hidden. A third knock alerted the man to a small jump. Ryeowook peeked through a crack to see that Mr. Jang was still facing his desk in case Ryeowook decided to bolt or do something unexpected. Whoever this person was, Ryeowook swore he would kiss the person who broke up the dangerous situation. He placed his hands against the wobbly wooden walls, leaning in for a good mental note of who to thank.
Ryeowook knew the answer before seeing the face.
“Good evening, Mr. Jang.” The aggressively dark voice answered.
The frightened man turned his pistol quickly to the intruder but his face as only met with a fierce return of the door. His back connected with the ground, a low groan escaping the bruised lips when the door had dented his face. Kyuhyun stepped through, instantly shutting the door behind him. The weapon had slipped from the man’s fingers and slid roughly against the cement. Mr. Jang flopped onto his belly, stretching his hand as far as it could reach. As his hand closed about the little loop, Kyuhyun slammed his foot into that arm, fingers releasing hold of the gun. Ryeowook heard a definitive crunch and winced. A sharp yelp echoed off the walls of the room.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Kyuhyun glared down at the man. He crushed again, earning another shriek. “Where is Ryeowook?”
“I’m here.” Ryeowook raised himself from behind the desk, meeting the black murderous expression on Kyuhyun’s face.
“Did he do anything to you?”
Then those eyes scanned the shirtless boy. There were red marks stretched over his one shoulder. At the neck, there were worse bite marks, almost raising the blood underneath the marred white skin. His face was screwed into massively dark scrunch, brows furrowing furiously. The foot moved back to squish the man’s torso into the ground, squeezing the air out of his lungs. A shuddering groan was heard from the man, who continued to grasp for the gun. Kyuhyun kicked the man. Something was sure to be broken now. The man slumped motionless to the ground. Kyuhyun raised his foot again.
“Kyuhyun!” He looked at the forgotten boy, the massive anger still intact. “Stop! That’s enough! You don’t need to kill him.”
“Are you sure he didn’t do anything to you? Worthless bastard.”
“I’m fine. Nothing happened.” Ryeowook hurried over to pull Kyuhyun off the still body. It was obvious how the boy tried to hide his limp. Kyuhyun noticed the slight shock in the other’s face and relaxed his expression gentler.
“Where does it hurt?”
“I’m not hurt.”
The hands that went to push the body off him were found instead held back behind him. Kyuhyun pressed his free hand over Ryeowook’s body, feeling it twitch at his rough touch. His fingers skimmed down gentler and stopped altogether right over his hip bones. The rattling of Ryeowook’s legs was evident as his winces grew more apparent when Kyuhyun had travelled further down. Ryeowook felt the other’s breath slide through his hair with realization as he was drawn closer.
“I was late.”
“I told you…” Ryeowook pulled free from the embrace. When Kyuhyun had touched him just now, it was different…He didn’t quite understand it. His eyes fell upon the too still man. “He didn’t do anything. God, I hope you didn’t kill him.”
“Nah. Don’t worry about it but if you want me to, I’ll gladly do it.”
“No. No. It’s okay. We’ve got to fix this before anyone comes.”
Ryeowook panicked as he picked up the heavy man up. The weight was a bit unbearable considering the state he was in. His body was trembling slightly and terribly weak from straining itself today. It was always Kyuhyun’s fault. Yet, somehow the boy always knew how to fix him up at the last minute as well. Ryeowook had such conflicting feelings.
“If we leave him in his chair with his head down on the desk, people might think he’s sleeping.” Ryeowook pushed the body onto the swivel chair, carefully setting down the bruised face. The stubby arms were placed over the face for further disguising.
“Okay, let’s hurry back.” Kyuhyun grabbed Ryeowook’s hand and slipped his shirt over his bare body. Those long fingers brushed against his skin, running low shudders through his body. Then the boy was pushed him towards the door. “You first.”
“I’m going alone?”
“Yeah. It’d be too suspicious if we both went back together.” Kyuhyun waved a finger off. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.”
Ryeowook looked at him, warm gratitude rolling the words off his tongue. “Be careful.”
“I should be saying that. You took the words right off my mouth.”The boy smiled gently and Ryeowook felt himself returning the sincerity.
“Don’t kill him, you hear me?” Ryeowook frowned again, voice stricken. “While I’m gone, you’re not allowed to even touch him. Got it?”
“Darn. Yeah. Yeah.” Kyuhyun groaned then sighed but Ryeowook had gotten his word on it.
“See you later.”
There was a soft click as the door shut. Ryeowook didn’t turn around from his bed but gathered the sheets closer to his body. His life had been threatened too many times today; the lingering terror was growing weary on him. Ryeowook listened very carefully to the light steps as they swept crossed the floor, sound growing faintly louder each step. The bed sunk a little as more weight was introduced onto it. His fists clenched the material tighter.
Two hands found his hips. Ryeowook instantly flipped out. His legs thrashed backwards into a tangle with the intruder’s and his nails rooted deeply into the arms. Cold sweat was running down his back again as his body rebelled out of that touch. Those strong hands maintained their hold but were much tenderer around the frantic boy. He felt cool fingers slide along his sides to ease his panic.
“Relax Ryeowook…” Kyuhyun’s breath dusted over the back of his neck, slightly burning over the remaining red marks. “I won’t hurt you.”
Under the boy’s gentle coaxing, Ryeowook’s body relaxed a bit. His breathing fluttered in unsteady gasps into the night. He removed his prying fingers away but left his legs entwined with Kyuhyun’s. The way Kyuhyun touched him was different from Mr. Jang’s. He did not mind this as much or perhaps he had just grown accustomed to it over the past few weeks. Ryeowook felt warm now. Safe. As much as this guy pissed him off, Kyuhyun wasn’t all that bad. However, there were still many things that bothered him about this boy. Things Ryeowook didn’t know. Too many things tonight didn’t make sense to him. Kyuhyun didn’t make sense.
“What are you thinking of?” Ryeowook could feel the words roll off his tongue and onto his skin.
“Nothing. I’m just tired.”
“Then sleep.” Kyuhyun’s fingers found their way under his shirt, working little circles against his skin. His shudders numbed down almost to a stop. “It must be tough, feeling like you were going to die twice today…”
“I’m fine…” His mumble droned.
Kyuhyun could feel the unpleasant thoughts rummage into Ryeowook’s head and the feelings swell in his chest because of them. He allowed the boy some peace, sensing the fear arising in the boy once again. It was starting again. His chin clattered against Ryeowook’s shoulder when it shook slightly out of control. Ryeowook felt something brush along the raised skin and sweep up to his nape. It was Kyuhyun’s attempt at helping him relax but instead, he was growing more cautious of the touches over his body. He still wasn’t…
“I said I was fine…” The boy was afraid of dying but of course, with his pride, wasn’t so willing to show that. Ryeowook wriggled free. “I didn’t die, did I?”
“No but that doesn’t mean you’re not afraid.” Kyuhyun spoke against the inward curve of his neck, deserving a soft tremor. The circles near his hips stopped. “You’re still frightened of my touch…”
“Not frightened…”
“But not comfortable…”
Then all the pressure on Ryeowook’s skin withdrew. For a few seconds, the boy felt cool again. Alone. He didn’t like it when people touched him but it wasn’t because he didn’t like to be touched. Ryeowook just wasn’t used to it. The boy hadn’t grown up in a warm loving family that melted his heart with precious memories. His nights were night full of tender words lulling him to sleep. There were no caresses to comfort him when he was upset. Ryeowook had grown up with a heart hidden in steel, constricting him tighter when his feelings brushed against the armour. The boy wasn’t accustomed to affections and gestures.
So when Kyuhyun began touching him, it stirred something in him, a feeling that wasn’t quite non-existent but rather…dormant. A first experience. Some desire he had hidden throughout the many years. While Heechul would pat him sometimes or the others would do things as well, this wasn’t the same. Kyuhyun stroked his weakened, suffocated heart. For this, Ryeowook had to admit to himself if not to Kyuhyun, he was afraid. The boy to let someone touch him. Yet, when the boy pulled away now, Ryeowook really felt it. A lack of warmth. And something else...
“Don’t go…” His mustered words were bit back.
“I never said I was going to leave now…” He felt the comfort of Kyuhyun slightly against him again. “I just won’t touch you anymore.”
“Thank you…” Ryeowook felt his eyes fluttering weakly to remain open. “For saving me…”
“Of course, you have a family to take care of. And that’s why you can’t die.”
He wondered how Kyuhyun knew this but the boy knew everything. Ryeowook was much too tired right now to think anyways.
“So until you leave here, I’ll keep you alive...” He was touched by a stranger. This was rare. “From everything else.”
"But yourself?"
There was black silence. Ryeowook, unknowing how to respond to such strange and unexplained…could he even call this...kindness…? Or a declaration of death...
“Sleep.”
And he was with the warm and possibly betraying assurance of Kyuhyun’s curled back against his own.
“I’ll protect you tonight.”
So Ryeowook believed...for that night...
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Okay, that felt better. Dunno what I just wrote here and what I did to Ryeowook is so inexcusable. Bad me! Bad! Bad! Ugh, so sorry for the very long (gross) descriptions in the second part, ugh stupid me. I rushed the ending kind of if you can tell but yeah...
I want to say sorry to kyulyn if she read this because we talked about the swearing and I know I made them swear. Sorry about that but in this fic, it's because I kind of stretched their characters so it's not that much like them anymore. So again, yeah, it's my fault. Sorry...T.T
Any who...Imma be on vacation for a month in a couple of days so I don't know if I'll have internet access or not. I HOPE SO! I still want to try writing since I have so much unfinished. Sorry hennu15 if I make you wait some more. I'll try really hard to find internet!!!
So see ya...