The World Ends With You
Title: The World Ends With You
Chapter: 1/?
Pairings: ZhouRy (Main), many others
Rating: PG-16
Warning: Character Death, Angst, Apocalyptic Themes
Summary: Sequel to Till Death Do We Part. Zhou Mi had always been a failure of a necromancer. He botched up all his spells, brought back the wrong person, and the few times he had gotten it right, his ex boyfriend had taken it upon himself to send his successes back where they came from. But this didn’t stop him from trying… Until one day, the new boy next door happened to walk in on his ritual… And vanished into thin air. Determined to get Henry back, Zhou Mi set off for Korea, to find the only person he knew would be willing to help; Cho KyuHyun, his ex. But more people start disappearing, and the events set in motion would change all their lives, and the fate of the four worlds, forever.
A/N: Here's the first chapter~! Hope it lives up to expectations...
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Characters and Terms
Chapter One
“Just… A little bit more…” Slightly unsteady hands worked at sprinkling a careful amount of the delicate powder into the small bowl, already filled halfway with a mixture of different liquids and herbs. It was a very difficult recipe, not for cooking like some would assume (who would want to drink this? Their insides would explode), but for a spell.
It took a very special mix to call souls back. It wasn’t just about the potion, it was about the spell casting and the necromancer themselves, but there was still a great deal amount of preparation to be done.
BAM!
Unfortunately, Zhou Mi was about as skilled in potion making as he was in spell casting.
Coughing as he stepped away from the smoking bowl, he watched as the black smoke slowly cleared, revealing a half-melted bowl and completely evaporated contents. “Damn, there goes another bowl. Mother’s going to kill me.” Sighing dramatically, he zipped shut the small bag in his hands, containing a rare, expensive (and highly explosive) powder that was needed to turn the normally ordinary contents of the potion into something that could entice the dead to return to Earth. He always managed to mess up at that part. Put in too little, and the potion was useless. Put in too much, and it explodes. It was a very thin line, and his hands weren’t steady enough for something like this.
“Zhou Mi ge?”
Crap. The amateur necromancer hurriedly tossed the still smoking bowl into the trash and covered it, through a blanket over the table with all his ingredients and spell books. Once he was sure it was covered, he ran up from the basement and looked towards the living room. His full-length window was open, and sure enough, a tuff of fluffy brown hair was rocking back and forth just out of sight.
Going to the door, he opened it and smiled down at his cute little neighbor. “Good morning Henli.” The Canadian boy smiled up at him, eyes crinkling into half-moons and making Zhou Mi want to pinch those adorable cheeks.
“Good morning, Zhou Mi gege!” The other replied, in clumsy but understandable Mandarin. He’d moved into the neighborhood a few weeks ago, with practically no understanding of Mandarin, no friends, and little chance of fitting in. Everyone had been astonished when Henry Lau became instant friends with their eccentric neighbor, Zhou Mi, even through the language barrier. Now, he might still have very few friends and very little Mandarin skills, but he still made a point of doing his best in everything, something which Zhou Mi admired him for. He knew coming to a new country was difficult, especially if you didn’t know the language, but he’d never seen Henry give in to despair yet.
Today, Henry showed him a container in his arms, and proclaimed proudly, “My mother and I made cookies for her friends, and I saved some for you.”
Seeing the delicious looking cookies inside the container, Zhou Mi instantly forgot about the potion he had been in the middle of making. Henry didn’t know about the secret world he was involved him; he was an innocent human bystander. Sometimes he would wander too close to the basement in Zhou Mi’s house, and Mi would have to think of some way to distract him. He didn’t know why he was so anxious about Henry finding out. Perhaps because necromancy was so looked down upon, and he didn’t want Henry to look at him any different than usual. Hell, Zhou Mi’s boyfriend had left him because of his ‘hobby’… Well, that was cruel, when it was just as much Zhou Mi’s fault as it was his ex’s, but he couldn’t help but be resentful towards the other. Perhaps he was just being paranoid, when he knew Henry was a very accepting and understanding person, but he didn’t think he could handle another person leaving him like KyuHyun had.
“Aw, thank you so much Henli!” He exclaimed happily, poking the boys chubby cheeks. “Ge!” Henry complained, pouting, which only made him look like more of a hamster and made Zhou Mi poke him more.
They went inside the house, Zhou Mi nudging the door closed behind his friend. His parents were both out as usual, leaving Zhou Mi full run of the house. Hah, if only they knew what exactly their son was up to while they were gone. Henry instantly went into the kitchen to put the cookies out on a plate; in the few weeks they’d been neighbors, he knew Zhou Mi’s house inside-out… All except for the basement, for obvious reasons. Zhou Mi went into the living room, and a minute later Henry returned with the cookies.
“Ge, are you busy today?” Henry asked, sitting down beside him and handing him the plate of cookies. Zhou Mi thought for a moment. Tonight was the full moon, and he was planning to do his ritual tonight. His spells were always stronger during the full moon, and he’d been trying for months to get his latest spell to work. Maybe tonight would be the night he’d finally bring back a demon.
It was a very advanced spell, that he knew. Advanced, and dangerous, but he knew just the spot. Their small village was right next to a small forest, and there was a spot far in where people rarely went. He’d shown Henry around there a few times, but aside from his chubby-cheeked neighbor, only he went there. He was probably not trained enough to attempt such a spell, but he couldn’t resist. There were very few necromancers around, and even less who could successfully summon a demon from Hell. He wanted to be one of the few.
“I’m free for the afternoon,” He replied, watching Henry’s eyes sparkle. “Ge, want to go see a movie with me?”
“But you don’t understand half of what they say,” Zhou Mi pointed out. Henry shrugged. “I’ll get by somehow,” he replied happily. Zhou Mi chuckled, unable to say no to that pleading face. “Alright. Lets go,” He said, popping a cookie into his mouth before standing.
He could always finish that potion later
*****
“Here he is, LeeTeuk,” ChangMin appeared in the doorway, hauling a brown-haired spirit after him. “He was looking through the Windows again.”
LeeTeuk turned around and immediately started to scold the one being dragged. “Hae, I told you to stop looking at him! It’s just going to torment you even more if you see him on a regular basis.” DongHae pouted cutely, hoping it would get him on the others good graces again. “I’m sorry, LeeTeuk hyung! I just couldn’t help it!”
“You know why Jae doesn’t want you to return to Earth even though you’re almost done your training? Because he’s worried you’ll go running to KiBum.” DongHae, deceased for a year now, was in the middle of training to be a Spirit Guide. He’d yet to earn what LeeTeuk called his ‘wings’, but he was still well on his way.
“To be fair LeeTeuk hyung, it doesn’t sound right for you to forbid him from seeing KiBum when everyone knows you see KangIn on a regular basis,” ChangMin pointed out.
“I’m not the one forbidding him, it’s Jae. He keeps saying something about it ‘not being the right time’, you know how he gets.” LeeTeuk sighed. “I wish he’d tell us just what’s going on. He’s been in ‘mysterious psychic’ mode all week, and won’t tell anyone what’s got him so worked up.”
“He’s probably just grumpy,” DongHae replied, pouting. JaeJoong and YunHo had broken up two weeks ago, everyone knew about it. Apparently it wasn’t unusual, and everyone assumed they’d be back together again before the end of the month, because although JaeJoong said YunHo was a self-absorbed idiot and YunHo said JaeJoong was far too cold and mysterious to possibly have a relationship with, they always gravitated back towards one another before long.
“I don’t think so. I think he really knows something, and isn’t telling us on purpose. I know things usually resolve themselves without his interference, but it would really help sometimes if he’d just let us know exactly what we’re getting ourselves into!” LeeTeuk sighed, then shook his head. “Anyways, that’s not the point. DongHae, no more watching KiBum for a while, alright?” DongHae was always happiest while watching KiBum, but LeeTeuk knew the other would usually cry himself to sleep after, and it broke his heart to see his former charge so upset.
“Alright,” DongHae mumbled, and ChangMin chose not to mention how DongHae crossed his fingers behind his back. He thought with a sigh that he’d probably find DongHae at the Windows again before the day was up.
“So, now that that’s out of the way,” LeeTeuk announced, standing up and brushing the imaginary dust off his pants. “You still up for learning to fly?”
DongHae grinned widely, scolding instantly forgotten. “You bet!” ChangMin watched the newest Spirit Guide-in-training tackle his superior to the ground, laughing. Heaven was never a boring place with Lee DongHae around.
*****
“It’s been a year, Min. No one’s seem him.” The two stood outside the police station, looking at the list of missing people. Or, looking at one person in particular.
“I just don’t get it, Kyu,” SungMin murmured, resting his head against his boyfriends shoulder. He was right there right us. How could he have vanished like that? Wookie didn’t see him run off, nor did YeSung.”
“YeSung didn’t see much of anything, considering he was on the other side of the hill most of the time,” KyuHyun remarked drily. SungMin frowned at him. “It’s not his fault the wind knocked him over. And he would have seen if Hyukkie had ran across the hill, right?” KyuHyun had to nod in agreement.
A year ago, the duo and a bunch of their friends had been involved in a supernatural fight which was still painful to talk about to this day. And during the fight, while SungMin lay dying, DongHae fought the poltergeist who had attacked him and KyuHyun, and KiBum along with his brother for guidance aiming the gun that would settle the fight once and for all, one of their friends had vanished. At first, they’d thought he’d run off thanks to all the negative feelings running through the air, but when ChangMin failed to turn up his whereabouts, they had marked Lee EunHyuk down as a ‘missing person’. One that still hadn’t been found to this day.
“It’s as if he vanished off the face of the Earth,” SungMin murmured. Looking absently at the many other faces on the poster, he focused on one in particular. “Hey, wasn’t he in our school?” He pointed at a face near the end of the poster.
“…?” KyuHyun looked at the face on the poster. “Yeah, wasn’t he in YeSung’s class? YeSung told us about him disappearing a month ago,” KyuHyun said, wrapping one arm around SungMin’s waist.
“Choi SiWon,” SungMin read off the poster. “Poor guy. There’s a strange amount of missing people, huh? There never used to be so much all at once before.”
“The city must be becoming more dangerous,” KyuHyun replied with a sigh. “Come on, lets go. Where’s everyone else?”
SungMin thought for a moment. “YeSung and RyeoWook are out on a date. It’s their one year anniversary. KiBum’s at the library, again, and KangIn’s out partying with friends.” He looked at KyuHyun. “Why has KiBum been spending so much time in the library again? He stopped doing that after DongHae…” He trailed off, choking on a lump in his throat. KyuHyun hugged him sadly, feeling the boy shaking in his grip. Even after all this time, SungMin still blamed himself for DongHae’s death, although there had been nothing he could have done.
“I think he’s looking up information on the supernatural,” KyuHyun replied softly once SungMin was calm again. “He misses Hae just as much as the rest of us, if not more. Just last week he asked me about necromancy, since my ex is one.”
SungMin frowned slightly; he didn’t particularly like it when KyuHyun talked about Zhou Mi, but didn’t mention how jealous he felt that the unknown Chinese male was a part of the supernatural world KyuHyun had grown up a part of. “And what did you tell him?” SungMin asked softly.
“I told him it was black magic, and forbidden. And that it didn’t always work, and even if he did bring DongHae back, because that was obviously what he was thinking, if he botched it up he could wind up with a zombie body and no soul. Dating Zhou Mi, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen every way there possibly is to mess up a spell.” He stroked SungMin’s hair gently. “He’s going to bring the house down one day.”
“I wish I could sense ghosts as clearly as you and he can,” SungMin murmured. “I’m nowhere as gifted as him.”
“Gifted at what? Destroying things?” KyuHyun chuckled, kissing SungMin’s forehead. “Don’t worry. I’d have you over him any day.” He’d given up ghost hunting so he could stay with SungMin. His family hadn’t like it too much, but after a bit of bitterness, they’d agreed to let their son pick the life he wanted. If he sensed a ghost causing havoc in the city, he’d still check it out, but usually called for LeeTeuk or ChangMin (who still bended the rules every now and then to see him) to take care of it instead of using his own methods. His gun and spiral darts hadn’t left the box under his bed in a year.
“By the way, speaking of YeWook’s anniversary, isn’t it ours in a week?” KyuHyun murmured, looking down just in time to see SungMin smile. “Yup.”
“I’ve got a present for you,” KyuHyun said, as they finally left the police station, walking down the street. “What is it?” SungMin pestered, eyes wide and sparkling.
“You’ll have to wait to see.”
“Kyu! You’re mean!”
“I know.”
SungMin’s laughter echoed through the street. A shiver passed through KyuHyun suddenly, as his boyfriend sneezed. “What was that?” SungMin asked, by now realizing that when he sneezed and KyuHyun shivered at the exact same time, it was something supernatural.
“I… I’m not sure…” KyuHyun trailed off, looking around and frowned. “It’s gone now, whatever it is.” Feeling a passing chill, SungMin held KyuHyun’s arm tightly, as they resumed walking in silence.
Chapter: 1/?
Pairings: ZhouRy (Main), many others
Rating: PG-16
Warning: Character Death, Angst, Apocalyptic Themes
Summary: Sequel to Till Death Do We Part. Zhou Mi had always been a failure of a necromancer. He botched up all his spells, brought back the wrong person, and the few times he had gotten it right, his ex boyfriend had taken it upon himself to send his successes back where they came from. But this didn’t stop him from trying… Until one day, the new boy next door happened to walk in on his ritual… And vanished into thin air. Determined to get Henry back, Zhou Mi set off for Korea, to find the only person he knew would be willing to help; Cho KyuHyun, his ex. But more people start disappearing, and the events set in motion would change all their lives, and the fate of the four worlds, forever.
A/N: Here's the first chapter~! Hope it lives up to expectations...
Trailer
Characters and Terms
Chapter One
“Just… A little bit more…” Slightly unsteady hands worked at sprinkling a careful amount of the delicate powder into the small bowl, already filled halfway with a mixture of different liquids and herbs. It was a very difficult recipe, not for cooking like some would assume (who would want to drink this? Their insides would explode), but for a spell.
It took a very special mix to call souls back. It wasn’t just about the potion, it was about the spell casting and the necromancer themselves, but there was still a great deal amount of preparation to be done.
BAM!
Unfortunately, Zhou Mi was about as skilled in potion making as he was in spell casting.
Coughing as he stepped away from the smoking bowl, he watched as the black smoke slowly cleared, revealing a half-melted bowl and completely evaporated contents. “Damn, there goes another bowl. Mother’s going to kill me.” Sighing dramatically, he zipped shut the small bag in his hands, containing a rare, expensive (and highly explosive) powder that was needed to turn the normally ordinary contents of the potion into something that could entice the dead to return to Earth. He always managed to mess up at that part. Put in too little, and the potion was useless. Put in too much, and it explodes. It was a very thin line, and his hands weren’t steady enough for something like this.
“Zhou Mi ge?”
Crap. The amateur necromancer hurriedly tossed the still smoking bowl into the trash and covered it, through a blanket over the table with all his ingredients and spell books. Once he was sure it was covered, he ran up from the basement and looked towards the living room. His full-length window was open, and sure enough, a tuff of fluffy brown hair was rocking back and forth just out of sight.
Going to the door, he opened it and smiled down at his cute little neighbor. “Good morning Henli.” The Canadian boy smiled up at him, eyes crinkling into half-moons and making Zhou Mi want to pinch those adorable cheeks.
“Good morning, Zhou Mi gege!” The other replied, in clumsy but understandable Mandarin. He’d moved into the neighborhood a few weeks ago, with practically no understanding of Mandarin, no friends, and little chance of fitting in. Everyone had been astonished when Henry Lau became instant friends with their eccentric neighbor, Zhou Mi, even through the language barrier. Now, he might still have very few friends and very little Mandarin skills, but he still made a point of doing his best in everything, something which Zhou Mi admired him for. He knew coming to a new country was difficult, especially if you didn’t know the language, but he’d never seen Henry give in to despair yet.
Today, Henry showed him a container in his arms, and proclaimed proudly, “My mother and I made cookies for her friends, and I saved some for you.”
Seeing the delicious looking cookies inside the container, Zhou Mi instantly forgot about the potion he had been in the middle of making. Henry didn’t know about the secret world he was involved him; he was an innocent human bystander. Sometimes he would wander too close to the basement in Zhou Mi’s house, and Mi would have to think of some way to distract him. He didn’t know why he was so anxious about Henry finding out. Perhaps because necromancy was so looked down upon, and he didn’t want Henry to look at him any different than usual. Hell, Zhou Mi’s boyfriend had left him because of his ‘hobby’… Well, that was cruel, when it was just as much Zhou Mi’s fault as it was his ex’s, but he couldn’t help but be resentful towards the other. Perhaps he was just being paranoid, when he knew Henry was a very accepting and understanding person, but he didn’t think he could handle another person leaving him like KyuHyun had.
“Aw, thank you so much Henli!” He exclaimed happily, poking the boys chubby cheeks. “Ge!” Henry complained, pouting, which only made him look like more of a hamster and made Zhou Mi poke him more.
They went inside the house, Zhou Mi nudging the door closed behind his friend. His parents were both out as usual, leaving Zhou Mi full run of the house. Hah, if only they knew what exactly their son was up to while they were gone. Henry instantly went into the kitchen to put the cookies out on a plate; in the few weeks they’d been neighbors, he knew Zhou Mi’s house inside-out… All except for the basement, for obvious reasons. Zhou Mi went into the living room, and a minute later Henry returned with the cookies.
“Ge, are you busy today?” Henry asked, sitting down beside him and handing him the plate of cookies. Zhou Mi thought for a moment. Tonight was the full moon, and he was planning to do his ritual tonight. His spells were always stronger during the full moon, and he’d been trying for months to get his latest spell to work. Maybe tonight would be the night he’d finally bring back a demon.
It was a very advanced spell, that he knew. Advanced, and dangerous, but he knew just the spot. Their small village was right next to a small forest, and there was a spot far in where people rarely went. He’d shown Henry around there a few times, but aside from his chubby-cheeked neighbor, only he went there. He was probably not trained enough to attempt such a spell, but he couldn’t resist. There were very few necromancers around, and even less who could successfully summon a demon from Hell. He wanted to be one of the few.
“I’m free for the afternoon,” He replied, watching Henry’s eyes sparkle. “Ge, want to go see a movie with me?”
“But you don’t understand half of what they say,” Zhou Mi pointed out. Henry shrugged. “I’ll get by somehow,” he replied happily. Zhou Mi chuckled, unable to say no to that pleading face. “Alright. Lets go,” He said, popping a cookie into his mouth before standing.
He could always finish that potion later
*****
“Here he is, LeeTeuk,” ChangMin appeared in the doorway, hauling a brown-haired spirit after him. “He was looking through the Windows again.”
LeeTeuk turned around and immediately started to scold the one being dragged. “Hae, I told you to stop looking at him! It’s just going to torment you even more if you see him on a regular basis.” DongHae pouted cutely, hoping it would get him on the others good graces again. “I’m sorry, LeeTeuk hyung! I just couldn’t help it!”
“You know why Jae doesn’t want you to return to Earth even though you’re almost done your training? Because he’s worried you’ll go running to KiBum.” DongHae, deceased for a year now, was in the middle of training to be a Spirit Guide. He’d yet to earn what LeeTeuk called his ‘wings’, but he was still well on his way.
“To be fair LeeTeuk hyung, it doesn’t sound right for you to forbid him from seeing KiBum when everyone knows you see KangIn on a regular basis,” ChangMin pointed out.
“I’m not the one forbidding him, it’s Jae. He keeps saying something about it ‘not being the right time’, you know how he gets.” LeeTeuk sighed. “I wish he’d tell us just what’s going on. He’s been in ‘mysterious psychic’ mode all week, and won’t tell anyone what’s got him so worked up.”
“He’s probably just grumpy,” DongHae replied, pouting. JaeJoong and YunHo had broken up two weeks ago, everyone knew about it. Apparently it wasn’t unusual, and everyone assumed they’d be back together again before the end of the month, because although JaeJoong said YunHo was a self-absorbed idiot and YunHo said JaeJoong was far too cold and mysterious to possibly have a relationship with, they always gravitated back towards one another before long.
“I don’t think so. I think he really knows something, and isn’t telling us on purpose. I know things usually resolve themselves without his interference, but it would really help sometimes if he’d just let us know exactly what we’re getting ourselves into!” LeeTeuk sighed, then shook his head. “Anyways, that’s not the point. DongHae, no more watching KiBum for a while, alright?” DongHae was always happiest while watching KiBum, but LeeTeuk knew the other would usually cry himself to sleep after, and it broke his heart to see his former charge so upset.
“Alright,” DongHae mumbled, and ChangMin chose not to mention how DongHae crossed his fingers behind his back. He thought with a sigh that he’d probably find DongHae at the Windows again before the day was up.
“So, now that that’s out of the way,” LeeTeuk announced, standing up and brushing the imaginary dust off his pants. “You still up for learning to fly?”
DongHae grinned widely, scolding instantly forgotten. “You bet!” ChangMin watched the newest Spirit Guide-in-training tackle his superior to the ground, laughing. Heaven was never a boring place with Lee DongHae around.
*****
“It’s been a year, Min. No one’s seem him.” The two stood outside the police station, looking at the list of missing people. Or, looking at one person in particular.
“I just don’t get it, Kyu,” SungMin murmured, resting his head against his boyfriends shoulder. He was right there right us. How could he have vanished like that? Wookie didn’t see him run off, nor did YeSung.”
“YeSung didn’t see much of anything, considering he was on the other side of the hill most of the time,” KyuHyun remarked drily. SungMin frowned at him. “It’s not his fault the wind knocked him over. And he would have seen if Hyukkie had ran across the hill, right?” KyuHyun had to nod in agreement.
A year ago, the duo and a bunch of their friends had been involved in a supernatural fight which was still painful to talk about to this day. And during the fight, while SungMin lay dying, DongHae fought the poltergeist who had attacked him and KyuHyun, and KiBum along with his brother for guidance aiming the gun that would settle the fight once and for all, one of their friends had vanished. At first, they’d thought he’d run off thanks to all the negative feelings running through the air, but when ChangMin failed to turn up his whereabouts, they had marked Lee EunHyuk down as a ‘missing person’. One that still hadn’t been found to this day.
“It’s as if he vanished off the face of the Earth,” SungMin murmured. Looking absently at the many other faces on the poster, he focused on one in particular. “Hey, wasn’t he in our school?” He pointed at a face near the end of the poster.
“…?” KyuHyun looked at the face on the poster. “Yeah, wasn’t he in YeSung’s class? YeSung told us about him disappearing a month ago,” KyuHyun said, wrapping one arm around SungMin’s waist.
“Choi SiWon,” SungMin read off the poster. “Poor guy. There’s a strange amount of missing people, huh? There never used to be so much all at once before.”
“The city must be becoming more dangerous,” KyuHyun replied with a sigh. “Come on, lets go. Where’s everyone else?”
SungMin thought for a moment. “YeSung and RyeoWook are out on a date. It’s their one year anniversary. KiBum’s at the library, again, and KangIn’s out partying with friends.” He looked at KyuHyun. “Why has KiBum been spending so much time in the library again? He stopped doing that after DongHae…” He trailed off, choking on a lump in his throat. KyuHyun hugged him sadly, feeling the boy shaking in his grip. Even after all this time, SungMin still blamed himself for DongHae’s death, although there had been nothing he could have done.
“I think he’s looking up information on the supernatural,” KyuHyun replied softly once SungMin was calm again. “He misses Hae just as much as the rest of us, if not more. Just last week he asked me about necromancy, since my ex is one.”
SungMin frowned slightly; he didn’t particularly like it when KyuHyun talked about Zhou Mi, but didn’t mention how jealous he felt that the unknown Chinese male was a part of the supernatural world KyuHyun had grown up a part of. “And what did you tell him?” SungMin asked softly.
“I told him it was black magic, and forbidden. And that it didn’t always work, and even if he did bring DongHae back, because that was obviously what he was thinking, if he botched it up he could wind up with a zombie body and no soul. Dating Zhou Mi, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen every way there possibly is to mess up a spell.” He stroked SungMin’s hair gently. “He’s going to bring the house down one day.”
“I wish I could sense ghosts as clearly as you and he can,” SungMin murmured. “I’m nowhere as gifted as him.”
“Gifted at what? Destroying things?” KyuHyun chuckled, kissing SungMin’s forehead. “Don’t worry. I’d have you over him any day.” He’d given up ghost hunting so he could stay with SungMin. His family hadn’t like it too much, but after a bit of bitterness, they’d agreed to let their son pick the life he wanted. If he sensed a ghost causing havoc in the city, he’d still check it out, but usually called for LeeTeuk or ChangMin (who still bended the rules every now and then to see him) to take care of it instead of using his own methods. His gun and spiral darts hadn’t left the box under his bed in a year.
“By the way, speaking of YeWook’s anniversary, isn’t it ours in a week?” KyuHyun murmured, looking down just in time to see SungMin smile. “Yup.”
“I’ve got a present for you,” KyuHyun said, as they finally left the police station, walking down the street. “What is it?” SungMin pestered, eyes wide and sparkling.
“You’ll have to wait to see.”
“Kyu! You’re mean!”
“I know.”
SungMin’s laughter echoed through the street. A shiver passed through KyuHyun suddenly, as his boyfriend sneezed. “What was that?” SungMin asked, by now realizing that when he sneezed and KyuHyun shivered at the exact same time, it was something supernatural.
“I… I’m not sure…” KyuHyun trailed off, looking around and frowned. “It’s gone now, whatever it is.” Feeling a passing chill, SungMin held KyuHyun’s arm tightly, as they resumed walking in silence.