Follow me
Title: Follow Me (3/?)
Author: ita90
Pairing: KyuWook
Genre: angst!comfort, romance, fantasy
Warning: none?
Disclaimer: I own only my story, but I want to own the boys too T.T
Summary: In the midst of a rainy evening, a man with nothing to lose, found himself a step from a suicide. But instead of killing himself, he was rescued by the man, who said a simple: follow me.
Yet this simple: follow me, turned out to be one of the longest journey in his life. He followed the stranger into a battle with the past and with something he would never thought exist.
Previous chapter
III Unnamed comfort
“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart. ”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
He tossed in the bed. Sweat covered his face and torso, as he mumbled some incoherent words. He frowned his brows and started kicking around himself, as the nightmare creeped in his dream. He was surrounded in the small dim room by the men that raped him. He could feel one of them kneeling next to him, then starting touching his arm, going higher. He whimpered, petrified and screamed in his sleep, when his shirt was suddenly tored. Tears showed in the corners of his closed eyes, then fell quickly, when the man in his dream touched his naked body. He looked up, as he screamed for help, at the person who caused all this, at his best friend. The boy was looking at him with cold eyes, full of hate. He screamed desperately, when someone removed his pants. He could feel their hands on him; filthy, sickly horrible. He wanted to escape, but couldn’t. He pushed one of them, but others steadied him. He felt one of them parting his legs, but then, suddenly, everything stopped.
“Ryeowook!” He heard a soothing voice calling him. And just before he woke up, he saw his ex best friend eyes, full of satisfaction and hatred, as he looked at him.
“Wake up, Ryeowook!” Someone shouted, making Ryeowook woke up from his nightmare. He opened his eyes, still crying, and saw Kyuhyun, who was shaking him lightly. Kyuhyun somehow managed to made Ryeowook sit in the bed, when he was asleep.
“Are you ok?” Kyuhyun asked concerned, as he took his one hand, that was holding Ryeowook, and stroked his hair.
Ryeowook looked at him with petrified expression. Wide eyes; dull, empty, looking at Kyuhyun’s.
“Ryeowook pull yourself.” Kyuhyun said, as he wipped away the tears that was still falling from Ryeowook’s eyes.
“Ryeowook look at me.” Kyuhyun demanded, knowing that Ryeowook’s eyes were fixed at him, yet, doesn’t looking truly at him. Kyuhyun felt like he was holding a doll. An empty crust of human body.
Almost a quarter passed, when Ryeowook’s eyes, still unfocused, started to work, while Ryeowook came back to his senses.
“Are you ok?” Kyuhyun asked, holding Ryeowook’s arm. All this time, he had been weeping away Ryeowook’s tears, that didn’t want to stop falling.
At this words, Ryeowook started sobbing lauder. He buried himself in Kyuhyun’s chest, and cried hysterically. It was just a nightmare, but he could still feel their dirty hands on him. He could still feel like it was real. He knew, he shouldn’t act weak next to Kyuhyun, but couldn’t help himself. He needed comfort from someone.
“Shhh.” Kyuhyun hushed him, hugging Ryeowook back. His hand stroked Ryeowook’s back, giving a comfort that he needed. A comfort that he seeked for.
Ryeowook chocked the sob, as he tightened the hold. Kyuhyun started to rock them a little, making Ryeowook relax after, almost an hour, of hysterical crying.
“Shh…It’s ok now.” Kyuhyun stroked Ryeowook’s hair gently. He pulled Ryeowook on the bed, trying to make him sleep again, but the shorter man was holding tightly to his t-shirt, making him unable to sit straight.
“S-stay.” Ryeowook whispered, as he looked at Kyuhyun, who was hovering over him from the side. His eyes puffy and red from tears that stopped falling only a few minute ago.
Kyuhyun looked at Ryeowook’s eyes with a concern. He run his hand over Ryeowook’s hairs and nodded.
“Ok.” Kyuhyun mumbled, as he layed next to Ryeowook on the bed. As soon as Kyuhyun layed comfortable next to the shorter man, Ryeowook moved closed and buried his head in Kyuhyun’s chest once again. Kyuhyun sighed, then gently put his hand on Ryeowook’s arm, and pulled him closer. It was strange for Ryeowook to be like that with the stranger, yet he felt that he can do this with Kyuhyun. He felt that he is allowed, to seek a comfort in the other man. When Kyuhyun’s hand circled around him, Ryeowook immediately felt safe and secure. It was strange, because he never felt like that with anyone, yet Kyuhyun could make him feel it. There wass something in Kyuhyun that he never experienced with anyone, maybe because he wasn’t his client, or maybe because he simply wasn’t like the others. Something was off with Kyuhyun, but in a good way. In comfortable, soothing way that made Ryeowook relax and forgot about everything, when Kyuhyun in next to him.
“Thank you.” Ryeowook mumbled in Kyuhyun’s chest then drift to sleep. Kyuhyun sighed, as he looked at shorter male.
“It’s nothing. It’s always ok.” He quietly said, as he closed his eyes, falling asleep soon after.
Ryeowook woke up, hoping to feel the comfort and shelter that he had sought all his life, but instead of this, his stretched hand met a cold part of the bed. No trace of warm, comfort body of Kyuhyun. Nothing to hold onto as the dark of his past creeped in his mind once again, making him remember his dream, his horror.
He opened his eyes and sat up quickly. This quick move made him a little dizzy, but he shook his head a little, so the spinning stopped with the trace of his nightmare in his head. He looked around and sighed when he didn’t saw any trace of darkness from the previous night. The room was colored with orange and yellow, by the sun that was about to rise. He could feel the warm in his right part of the body, where the sun was touching his skin. He yawned and stood up. Stretched his arms up, making some of his bones cracking a sound, as they came to the right places. He felt that he had never rested that good in his life. Even if he had nightmare, the rest of his sleep- in comfort of Kyuhyun’s present, was like a bliss and bandage to his tormented mind, soul and body. Ryeowook chuckled at the thought about the soul. He maybe not believe it, but someday he will believe that soul, God and other thing exist. But for this, he needed hope. He needed something that can show him that he is worth something, that he exist for something. That this life in not all pain, but happiness too.
He exited the bedroom and his eyes immediately landed on Kyuhyun’s form. The taller man was standing next to the balcony door that was open. The morning wind was little chilly, swept inside the apartment; in the living room, kitchen, hall. Ryeowook could feel the playful touch of the cold wind on his bare feet, but he didn’t care right now. He looked at Kyuhyun’s stoic, straight form, that was basked in the morning sun. His skin slightly yellowish, made Ryeowook believe that Kyuhyun was almost glowing. The wind was tossing Kyuhyun’s hair slightly. Making Ryeowook image, the caress of the mother, that he had never experienced. His gaze fixated at the object in Kyuhyun’s hand and just then, he realized that the taller man was smoking.
As soon as he realized this, Kyuhyun turned is head lazily to him. His hand raised as he took the cigarette in his lips and took the drag. He blinked, as he inhaled the toxic smoke and focused on the morning view outside once again, without uttering even a word to Ryeowook.
Minutes passed as they hadn’t say a word to each other. Kyuhyun was smoking, eyes blurry, like he was in the other world, or too deep in thoughtfulness to care about anything else. He hadn’t even care about Ryeowook at this moment, who was looking at Kyuhyun like he was the most interesting thing on earth. Ryeowook’s eyes grazed the body shape of his rescuer. Kyuhyun was tall, more that head taller than Ryeowook. His hair short, yet the bangs and back hair was slightly too long. The perfect sculpture of Kyuhyun’s jaw line, made Ryeowook want to trace his hand and feels the jaw bones that were visible. The body completion- his face- white, almost porcelain white, as if Kyuhyun was a doll. His young face, that made Ryeowook wonder how old Kyuhyun actually was. Nose; not too small and not too big- perfectly composed with Kyuhyun’s whole face. His eyes landed on Kyuhyun’s lips and he halted his urge to feel them with his own’s. They were dark pink, slightly reddish, little chapped, but still sinful plump. Ryeowook wonder how soft and warm they felt if he could touch them or kiss them. He quickly pushed his thoughts aside, feeling that he shouldn’t think like that about Kyuhyun. Ryeowook would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel attracted to Kyuhyun. Not just because the latter saved him, but something else, something more, was made Ryeowook seek for Kyuhyun. He never felt any attraction to anyone. And felt almost always disgusted with his clients, but Kyuhyun was different. Whole world different, yet Ryeowook didn’t know why, how to put it into words and emotions. It was there, still hanging, waiting for a proper name.
To push his strange thought aside, Ryeowook looked at Kyuhyun’s eyes. There were dark brown, currently blurred, by Kyuhyun’s thoughtfulness, but covered a secrets in them when they gazed at Ryeowook’s one. Ryeowook couldn’t stop looking at this eyes. There was a charm in them, like they were pulling him, trying to read Ryeowook’s every emotion, yet in the same time, keeping his own secrets. Making sure not to show too much of unnecessary feelings, that would make Ryeowook think that Kyuhyun had some feelings grew for him, that Kyu cared for him, which was not true. Yet Ryeowook couldn’t stop wonder why the taller man saved him.
Ryeowook looked, as Kyuhyun took the cigarette in his mouth and took the drag. Cheeks hollowed lightly and second later grey smoke escape Kyuhyun’s lips. The scene so calm and enchanting, as if in slow motion. Ryeowook couldn’t stop looking.
“You are smoking.” Ryeowook said stupidly, after, like forever, making Kyuhyun chuckle, as he looked at the smaller man. His head turned lazy to the side. Kyu’s eyes looked bored, yet slightly amused.
“Mmmhmm.” Kyuhyun hummed. He took the last drag. Then stabbed the reminding cigarette in the ashtray on the balcony floor. Ryeowook noticed the huge amount of cigarettes’ buds there, as if Kyuhyun spent almost all his time, smoking.
“Morning toxic. I smoke only in mornings and when my mind is too crumbled with thoughts.” Kyuhyun added after his hum. And Ryeowook wondered how much truth was in it. The ashtray was telling him opposite.
“I see.” Ryeowook said, looking at the ashtray, then snapped his head up, when Kyuhyun closed the balcony.
“Want a breakfast?” Kyuhyun asked, as he headed to the kitchen.
“Yes please.” Ryeowook said, as he sat on the kitchen island. He felt like a burden all of sudden. He shouldn’t be here. Instead he should be dead, swallowed by the water. But this thought immediately vanished, replaced by comfort and warm, that surround his heart all of sudden. As if some invisible force embraced him, giving him support and secure. He glanced at Kyuhyun, looking for the source of it, but the taller man was absorbed completely by his cooking. This warm made him forget about his suicide attempt. It was strange that this gloomy thoughts would appear, then vanish suddenly when he is next to Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun hummed and made a pancakes quickly, after Ryeowook’s answer. Ryeowook noticed that the pancake mass was in the bowl already.
After a few minutes, Kyuhyun put a fresh and still hot pancakes before Ryeowook, who started to eat them immediately.
“Good?” Kyuhyun asked, propping his hip on the kitchen island, observing how Ryeowook is eating from above.
“Yes!” Ryeowook said with full mouth. He was wonderinf if he too, could try to cook something. He had never cooked anything, because his mother was afraid that her ‘stupid’ son would burn the oven or their house.
“You are not eating?” Ryeowook asked, then took a bite of pancake. The corner of his mouth had small amount of jam in the corner.
“I ate already.” Kyuhyun answer, as he leaned his hand and took the jam from Ryeowook’s lips with his thumb, then licked the reminded jam afterwards. Ryeowook’s eyes widen slightly as this movement, but he didn’t say anything.
“Oh…I see.” Ryeowook said little awkwardly. He took the last bite and chewed.
“Beside I’m going to work in a minute.” Kyuhyun pushed himself from the kitchen island and turned around when Ryeowook stopped him.
“Work? What about me?” Ryeowook asked quickly, then bit his lip lightly, when he realized how inappropriate it was. He was clinging to Kyuhyun, even if he knew he shouldn’t. He felt that he was a burned.
“You are staying here.” Kyuhyun flatly said, looking at Ryeowook for a second, then turned around. The shorter man looked down, little sad. He didnn’t want to stay here alone. He was sure that his depressing state and thoughts of the past and suicide attempt will comeback as soon as he would be left alone. He needed someone right now. Someone who will be with him, because Ryeowook knew, that he couldn’t face his horror alone. He will crush.
“C-can I go with y-you?” Ryeowook asked shyly. Kyuhyun turned to him, and Ryeowook saw the shadow of disbelieve and familiarities in his eyes for a second, then they turned to unmoved one. Ryeowook wondered why he felt that Kyuhyun was asked this question earlier. As if Ryeowook wasn’t the only one who asked Kyuhyun this.
“N…” Kyuhyun started, then bit his lip lightly, as if debating with himself. Kyuhyun glanced at Ryeowook and saw how hopeful the shorter man was. With a short sigh he said; “Yes.”
He was completely shocked when he turned to look at Ryoewook. After taking the shorter man to his apartment, Ryeowook just cried or looked dejected, but this expression made Kyuhyun have the hope for better. Ryeowook’s lips twitched a little and smiled slightly after Kyuhyun’s answer. Kyuhyun knew that others wouldn’t even see the smile in Ryeowook’s face, but it was there. This small curve in the corners was the first step to made Ryeowook alive once again. And he will make sure to bring the shorter man to live again.
“You have 20 min to be ready or else, I’m going without you.” Kyuhyun added, making Ryeowook stood up quickly and rush to the bathroom. Kyuhyun sighed when he realized that Ryeowook didn’t take a change of clothes. He was wearing the clothes that Kyuhyun gives him yesterday, that the taller man was using for sleep. He went to bedroom and took a new set of cloths. He knew that they will be a little too big, but he can’t let Ryeowook wear his old clothes. They were almost tore apart, with visible holes, just like homeless people would wear. And Ryeowook wasn’t homeless anymore.
He went to the bathroom and just like yesterday, he putted the cloth on the floor. Then he went and tidied up the sofa; moving the blanket and pillow in their respect places. He wonder if Ryeowook noticed that Kyuhyun didn’t have spare room and sleep on the sofa or not.
His thought were interrupted by Ryeowook, who stepped from the bathroom. Kyuhyun glanced at him, as he approached the shorter man. The sleeves and pants were little too long, yet not that big, to look strange.
“We will go to the mall after my work. You need a new cloths.” Kyuhyun said, then went to the hall, to wear his shoes. Ryeowook done the same. Luckily, his shoes wasn’t that damaged and he could still wear them. He was about to reject, but Kyuhyun added quickly. “No protest. I will not share everything with you, especially not my underwear.” This sentence was told with stern voice, yet Ryeowook could feel the slight amused tone in it. He nodded his head, and they exit the apartment.
Next chapter
Author: ita90
Pairing: KyuWook
Genre: angst!comfort, romance, fantasy
Warning: none?
Disclaimer: I own only my story, but I want to own the boys too T.T
Summary: In the midst of a rainy evening, a man with nothing to lose, found himself a step from a suicide. But instead of killing himself, he was rescued by the man, who said a simple: follow me.
Yet this simple: follow me, turned out to be one of the longest journey in his life. He followed the stranger into a battle with the past and with something he would never thought exist.
Previous chapter
III Unnamed comfort
“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart. ”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
He tossed in the bed. Sweat covered his face and torso, as he mumbled some incoherent words. He frowned his brows and started kicking around himself, as the nightmare creeped in his dream. He was surrounded in the small dim room by the men that raped him. He could feel one of them kneeling next to him, then starting touching his arm, going higher. He whimpered, petrified and screamed in his sleep, when his shirt was suddenly tored. Tears showed in the corners of his closed eyes, then fell quickly, when the man in his dream touched his naked body. He looked up, as he screamed for help, at the person who caused all this, at his best friend. The boy was looking at him with cold eyes, full of hate. He screamed desperately, when someone removed his pants. He could feel their hands on him; filthy, sickly horrible. He wanted to escape, but couldn’t. He pushed one of them, but others steadied him. He felt one of them parting his legs, but then, suddenly, everything stopped.
“Ryeowook!” He heard a soothing voice calling him. And just before he woke up, he saw his ex best friend eyes, full of satisfaction and hatred, as he looked at him.
“Wake up, Ryeowook!” Someone shouted, making Ryeowook woke up from his nightmare. He opened his eyes, still crying, and saw Kyuhyun, who was shaking him lightly. Kyuhyun somehow managed to made Ryeowook sit in the bed, when he was asleep.
“Are you ok?” Kyuhyun asked concerned, as he took his one hand, that was holding Ryeowook, and stroked his hair.
Ryeowook looked at him with petrified expression. Wide eyes; dull, empty, looking at Kyuhyun’s.
“Ryeowook pull yourself.” Kyuhyun said, as he wipped away the tears that was still falling from Ryeowook’s eyes.
“Ryeowook look at me.” Kyuhyun demanded, knowing that Ryeowook’s eyes were fixed at him, yet, doesn’t looking truly at him. Kyuhyun felt like he was holding a doll. An empty crust of human body.
Almost a quarter passed, when Ryeowook’s eyes, still unfocused, started to work, while Ryeowook came back to his senses.
“Are you ok?” Kyuhyun asked, holding Ryeowook’s arm. All this time, he had been weeping away Ryeowook’s tears, that didn’t want to stop falling.
At this words, Ryeowook started sobbing lauder. He buried himself in Kyuhyun’s chest, and cried hysterically. It was just a nightmare, but he could still feel their dirty hands on him. He could still feel like it was real. He knew, he shouldn’t act weak next to Kyuhyun, but couldn’t help himself. He needed comfort from someone.
“Shhh.” Kyuhyun hushed him, hugging Ryeowook back. His hand stroked Ryeowook’s back, giving a comfort that he needed. A comfort that he seeked for.
Ryeowook chocked the sob, as he tightened the hold. Kyuhyun started to rock them a little, making Ryeowook relax after, almost an hour, of hysterical crying.
“Shh…It’s ok now.” Kyuhyun stroked Ryeowook’s hair gently. He pulled Ryeowook on the bed, trying to make him sleep again, but the shorter man was holding tightly to his t-shirt, making him unable to sit straight.
“S-stay.” Ryeowook whispered, as he looked at Kyuhyun, who was hovering over him from the side. His eyes puffy and red from tears that stopped falling only a few minute ago.
Kyuhyun looked at Ryeowook’s eyes with a concern. He run his hand over Ryeowook’s hairs and nodded.
“Ok.” Kyuhyun mumbled, as he layed next to Ryeowook on the bed. As soon as Kyuhyun layed comfortable next to the shorter man, Ryeowook moved closed and buried his head in Kyuhyun’s chest once again. Kyuhyun sighed, then gently put his hand on Ryeowook’s arm, and pulled him closer. It was strange for Ryeowook to be like that with the stranger, yet he felt that he can do this with Kyuhyun. He felt that he is allowed, to seek a comfort in the other man. When Kyuhyun’s hand circled around him, Ryeowook immediately felt safe and secure. It was strange, because he never felt like that with anyone, yet Kyuhyun could make him feel it. There wass something in Kyuhyun that he never experienced with anyone, maybe because he wasn’t his client, or maybe because he simply wasn’t like the others. Something was off with Kyuhyun, but in a good way. In comfortable, soothing way that made Ryeowook relax and forgot about everything, when Kyuhyun in next to him.
“Thank you.” Ryeowook mumbled in Kyuhyun’s chest then drift to sleep. Kyuhyun sighed, as he looked at shorter male.
“It’s nothing. It’s always ok.” He quietly said, as he closed his eyes, falling asleep soon after.
Ryeowook woke up, hoping to feel the comfort and shelter that he had sought all his life, but instead of this, his stretched hand met a cold part of the bed. No trace of warm, comfort body of Kyuhyun. Nothing to hold onto as the dark of his past creeped in his mind once again, making him remember his dream, his horror.
He opened his eyes and sat up quickly. This quick move made him a little dizzy, but he shook his head a little, so the spinning stopped with the trace of his nightmare in his head. He looked around and sighed when he didn’t saw any trace of darkness from the previous night. The room was colored with orange and yellow, by the sun that was about to rise. He could feel the warm in his right part of the body, where the sun was touching his skin. He yawned and stood up. Stretched his arms up, making some of his bones cracking a sound, as they came to the right places. He felt that he had never rested that good in his life. Even if he had nightmare, the rest of his sleep- in comfort of Kyuhyun’s present, was like a bliss and bandage to his tormented mind, soul and body. Ryeowook chuckled at the thought about the soul. He maybe not believe it, but someday he will believe that soul, God and other thing exist. But for this, he needed hope. He needed something that can show him that he is worth something, that he exist for something. That this life in not all pain, but happiness too.
He exited the bedroom and his eyes immediately landed on Kyuhyun’s form. The taller man was standing next to the balcony door that was open. The morning wind was little chilly, swept inside the apartment; in the living room, kitchen, hall. Ryeowook could feel the playful touch of the cold wind on his bare feet, but he didn’t care right now. He looked at Kyuhyun’s stoic, straight form, that was basked in the morning sun. His skin slightly yellowish, made Ryeowook believe that Kyuhyun was almost glowing. The wind was tossing Kyuhyun’s hair slightly. Making Ryeowook image, the caress of the mother, that he had never experienced. His gaze fixated at the object in Kyuhyun’s hand and just then, he realized that the taller man was smoking.
As soon as he realized this, Kyuhyun turned is head lazily to him. His hand raised as he took the cigarette in his lips and took the drag. He blinked, as he inhaled the toxic smoke and focused on the morning view outside once again, without uttering even a word to Ryeowook.
Minutes passed as they hadn’t say a word to each other. Kyuhyun was smoking, eyes blurry, like he was in the other world, or too deep in thoughtfulness to care about anything else. He hadn’t even care about Ryeowook at this moment, who was looking at Kyuhyun like he was the most interesting thing on earth. Ryeowook’s eyes grazed the body shape of his rescuer. Kyuhyun was tall, more that head taller than Ryeowook. His hair short, yet the bangs and back hair was slightly too long. The perfect sculpture of Kyuhyun’s jaw line, made Ryeowook want to trace his hand and feels the jaw bones that were visible. The body completion- his face- white, almost porcelain white, as if Kyuhyun was a doll. His young face, that made Ryeowook wonder how old Kyuhyun actually was. Nose; not too small and not too big- perfectly composed with Kyuhyun’s whole face. His eyes landed on Kyuhyun’s lips and he halted his urge to feel them with his own’s. They were dark pink, slightly reddish, little chapped, but still sinful plump. Ryeowook wonder how soft and warm they felt if he could touch them or kiss them. He quickly pushed his thoughts aside, feeling that he shouldn’t think like that about Kyuhyun. Ryeowook would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel attracted to Kyuhyun. Not just because the latter saved him, but something else, something more, was made Ryeowook seek for Kyuhyun. He never felt any attraction to anyone. And felt almost always disgusted with his clients, but Kyuhyun was different. Whole world different, yet Ryeowook didn’t know why, how to put it into words and emotions. It was there, still hanging, waiting for a proper name.
To push his strange thought aside, Ryeowook looked at Kyuhyun’s eyes. There were dark brown, currently blurred, by Kyuhyun’s thoughtfulness, but covered a secrets in them when they gazed at Ryeowook’s one. Ryeowook couldn’t stop looking at this eyes. There was a charm in them, like they were pulling him, trying to read Ryeowook’s every emotion, yet in the same time, keeping his own secrets. Making sure not to show too much of unnecessary feelings, that would make Ryeowook think that Kyuhyun had some feelings grew for him, that Kyu cared for him, which was not true. Yet Ryeowook couldn’t stop wonder why the taller man saved him.
Ryeowook looked, as Kyuhyun took the cigarette in his mouth and took the drag. Cheeks hollowed lightly and second later grey smoke escape Kyuhyun’s lips. The scene so calm and enchanting, as if in slow motion. Ryeowook couldn’t stop looking.
“You are smoking.” Ryeowook said stupidly, after, like forever, making Kyuhyun chuckle, as he looked at the smaller man. His head turned lazy to the side. Kyu’s eyes looked bored, yet slightly amused.
“Mmmhmm.” Kyuhyun hummed. He took the last drag. Then stabbed the reminding cigarette in the ashtray on the balcony floor. Ryeowook noticed the huge amount of cigarettes’ buds there, as if Kyuhyun spent almost all his time, smoking.
“Morning toxic. I smoke only in mornings and when my mind is too crumbled with thoughts.” Kyuhyun added after his hum. And Ryeowook wondered how much truth was in it. The ashtray was telling him opposite.
“I see.” Ryeowook said, looking at the ashtray, then snapped his head up, when Kyuhyun closed the balcony.
“Want a breakfast?” Kyuhyun asked, as he headed to the kitchen.
“Yes please.” Ryeowook said, as he sat on the kitchen island. He felt like a burden all of sudden. He shouldn’t be here. Instead he should be dead, swallowed by the water. But this thought immediately vanished, replaced by comfort and warm, that surround his heart all of sudden. As if some invisible force embraced him, giving him support and secure. He glanced at Kyuhyun, looking for the source of it, but the taller man was absorbed completely by his cooking. This warm made him forget about his suicide attempt. It was strange that this gloomy thoughts would appear, then vanish suddenly when he is next to Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun hummed and made a pancakes quickly, after Ryeowook’s answer. Ryeowook noticed that the pancake mass was in the bowl already.
After a few minutes, Kyuhyun put a fresh and still hot pancakes before Ryeowook, who started to eat them immediately.
“Good?” Kyuhyun asked, propping his hip on the kitchen island, observing how Ryeowook is eating from above.
“Yes!” Ryeowook said with full mouth. He was wonderinf if he too, could try to cook something. He had never cooked anything, because his mother was afraid that her ‘stupid’ son would burn the oven or their house.
“You are not eating?” Ryeowook asked, then took a bite of pancake. The corner of his mouth had small amount of jam in the corner.
“I ate already.” Kyuhyun answer, as he leaned his hand and took the jam from Ryeowook’s lips with his thumb, then licked the reminded jam afterwards. Ryeowook’s eyes widen slightly as this movement, but he didn’t say anything.
“Oh…I see.” Ryeowook said little awkwardly. He took the last bite and chewed.
“Beside I’m going to work in a minute.” Kyuhyun pushed himself from the kitchen island and turned around when Ryeowook stopped him.
“Work? What about me?” Ryeowook asked quickly, then bit his lip lightly, when he realized how inappropriate it was. He was clinging to Kyuhyun, even if he knew he shouldn’t. He felt that he was a burned.
“You are staying here.” Kyuhyun flatly said, looking at Ryeowook for a second, then turned around. The shorter man looked down, little sad. He didnn’t want to stay here alone. He was sure that his depressing state and thoughts of the past and suicide attempt will comeback as soon as he would be left alone. He needed someone right now. Someone who will be with him, because Ryeowook knew, that he couldn’t face his horror alone. He will crush.
“C-can I go with y-you?” Ryeowook asked shyly. Kyuhyun turned to him, and Ryeowook saw the shadow of disbelieve and familiarities in his eyes for a second, then they turned to unmoved one. Ryeowook wondered why he felt that Kyuhyun was asked this question earlier. As if Ryeowook wasn’t the only one who asked Kyuhyun this.
“N…” Kyuhyun started, then bit his lip lightly, as if debating with himself. Kyuhyun glanced at Ryeowook and saw how hopeful the shorter man was. With a short sigh he said; “Yes.”
He was completely shocked when he turned to look at Ryoewook. After taking the shorter man to his apartment, Ryeowook just cried or looked dejected, but this expression made Kyuhyun have the hope for better. Ryeowook’s lips twitched a little and smiled slightly after Kyuhyun’s answer. Kyuhyun knew that others wouldn’t even see the smile in Ryeowook’s face, but it was there. This small curve in the corners was the first step to made Ryeowook alive once again. And he will make sure to bring the shorter man to live again.
“You have 20 min to be ready or else, I’m going without you.” Kyuhyun added, making Ryeowook stood up quickly and rush to the bathroom. Kyuhyun sighed when he realized that Ryeowook didn’t take a change of clothes. He was wearing the clothes that Kyuhyun gives him yesterday, that the taller man was using for sleep. He went to bedroom and took a new set of cloths. He knew that they will be a little too big, but he can’t let Ryeowook wear his old clothes. They were almost tore apart, with visible holes, just like homeless people would wear. And Ryeowook wasn’t homeless anymore.
He went to the bathroom and just like yesterday, he putted the cloth on the floor. Then he went and tidied up the sofa; moving the blanket and pillow in their respect places. He wonder if Ryeowook noticed that Kyuhyun didn’t have spare room and sleep on the sofa or not.
His thought were interrupted by Ryeowook, who stepped from the bathroom. Kyuhyun glanced at him, as he approached the shorter man. The sleeves and pants were little too long, yet not that big, to look strange.
“We will go to the mall after my work. You need a new cloths.” Kyuhyun said, then went to the hall, to wear his shoes. Ryeowook done the same. Luckily, his shoes wasn’t that damaged and he could still wear them. He was about to reject, but Kyuhyun added quickly. “No protest. I will not share everything with you, especially not my underwear.” This sentence was told with stern voice, yet Ryeowook could feel the slight amused tone in it. He nodded his head, and they exit the apartment.
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