Call Me Alice
Pairing: kaisoo
Rating: PG-13
Genre: football meets alice in wonderland au (love me right au)
Length: 600 words
Warning: [Spoiler (click to open)]violence, disturbing content
Summary: It's a wonder how a white rabbit snuck into the locker room.
Jongin groans, yanking his uniform up and over his head. The number 88 spills on the floor.
A sharp pain crawls up his back, each vertebra a rung on the ladder. When tears threaten to spill out of his eyes, he blinks them back. They haven't even reached the semi-finals yet.
He doesn't have time for this.
It's two days away from their next game against some school on the east side known for its defense. As the wide receiver, Jongin needs to weave around players and run ribbons on the field. He needs to be faster, more agile. Better.
The clock tells him it's 9:27 pm, and the silence tangling with his sweat tells him that his teammates have vacated the locker room hours ago. Jongin should be home. He should be working on his trig homework, pricking his fingers on scalene triangles. He should be picking up Jjangu, kissing his nose and scratching his belly as Monggu and Jjangah whine for the same treatment.
Instead, he sits on a sweaty bench and leans back against his locker, catching his breath as pain drags its claws along his spine. Jongin closes his eyes. If only.
When he feels soft lips press against his neck, Jongin's eyelids fly open.
He looks down, his gaze meeting the wide-eyed, almost inhuman, stare of a complete stranger. Jongin's heart jumps, and he jerks away, banging the back of his head against his locker. The world slams into him and spins out of orbit, out of focus. He groans.
The stranger crawls over Jongin's body, now lying down on the bench.
"You're late, Alice," he murmurs against Jongin's neck. His left hand draws circles across Jongin's chest. "Now how are you going to pay for that?"
"Who are you?" Jongin asks, more like croaks.
"Some call me the White Rabbit, but you will know me as Kyungsoo. Remember who I am," he says, dragging his finger up Jongin's chest and stopping at his pulse point, "because I'll be the one to drag you down the rabbit hole."
"What-"
Before Jongin can respond, Kyungsoo grabs his right shoulder, still sore from practice, and yanks him up. His fingernails dig into Jongin's flesh as he steers him toward the shower area. Striding past the shower heads, Kyungsoo kicks the door open to one of the bathroom stalls, Jongin quivering in his grip.
Kyungsoo shoves him down, leaving Jongin face-to-face with the toilet bowl.
"So tell me, Alice," Kyungsoo says, a lilt in his voice, as he unfastens his watch and slips it off of his wrist. Even when it plops into the toilet, it continues to tick in an agitated rhythm, "do you know what time it is?"
Jongin shivers.
"Then why don't you take a look?"
Kyungsoo slams Jongin's head down into the toilet bowl. Startled, Jongin gasps, air bubbles pushing past his lips. When he tries to draw in a breath, water burns its way down his lungs instead. Jongin thrashes, his arms flailing about, but Kyungsoo holds his head down, his body pressed against his back to trap him.
He's drowning, he realizes. Dying.
Jongin is dying, and his teammates will find him the next morning, body soaking up the bathroom floor. And later, Jjangu will paw at Jongin's door until his sisters pick up the toy poodle and take him away from the empty room.
As water fills his lungs, Jongin finds himself thrashing less and less, although Kyungsoo's grip on his head doesn't waver. His face is smashed against the side of the toilet bowl, and maybe it's due to premortem hallucinations, all the neurons firing in his brain like the finale of a fireworks show, but he swears he still hears the ticking of Kyungsoo's watch.
Tick, tick, it taunts.
Tick, tick, toc-
A/N: The working title for this fic was touch(down the rabbit hole). This concludes another episode of Awful Fic Titles. x
Rating: PG-13
Genre: football meets alice in wonderland au (love me right au)
Length: 600 words
Warning: [Spoiler (click to open)]violence, disturbing content
Summary: It's a wonder how a white rabbit snuck into the locker room.
Jongin groans, yanking his uniform up and over his head. The number 88 spills on the floor.
A sharp pain crawls up his back, each vertebra a rung on the ladder. When tears threaten to spill out of his eyes, he blinks them back. They haven't even reached the semi-finals yet.
He doesn't have time for this.
It's two days away from their next game against some school on the east side known for its defense. As the wide receiver, Jongin needs to weave around players and run ribbons on the field. He needs to be faster, more agile. Better.
The clock tells him it's 9:27 pm, and the silence tangling with his sweat tells him that his teammates have vacated the locker room hours ago. Jongin should be home. He should be working on his trig homework, pricking his fingers on scalene triangles. He should be picking up Jjangu, kissing his nose and scratching his belly as Monggu and Jjangah whine for the same treatment.
Instead, he sits on a sweaty bench and leans back against his locker, catching his breath as pain drags its claws along his spine. Jongin closes his eyes. If only.
When he feels soft lips press against his neck, Jongin's eyelids fly open.
He looks down, his gaze meeting the wide-eyed, almost inhuman, stare of a complete stranger. Jongin's heart jumps, and he jerks away, banging the back of his head against his locker. The world slams into him and spins out of orbit, out of focus. He groans.
The stranger crawls over Jongin's body, now lying down on the bench.
"You're late, Alice," he murmurs against Jongin's neck. His left hand draws circles across Jongin's chest. "Now how are you going to pay for that?"
"Who are you?" Jongin asks, more like croaks.
"Some call me the White Rabbit, but you will know me as Kyungsoo. Remember who I am," he says, dragging his finger up Jongin's chest and stopping at his pulse point, "because I'll be the one to drag you down the rabbit hole."
"What-"
Before Jongin can respond, Kyungsoo grabs his right shoulder, still sore from practice, and yanks him up. His fingernails dig into Jongin's flesh as he steers him toward the shower area. Striding past the shower heads, Kyungsoo kicks the door open to one of the bathroom stalls, Jongin quivering in his grip.
Kyungsoo shoves him down, leaving Jongin face-to-face with the toilet bowl.
"So tell me, Alice," Kyungsoo says, a lilt in his voice, as he unfastens his watch and slips it off of his wrist. Even when it plops into the toilet, it continues to tick in an agitated rhythm, "do you know what time it is?"
Jongin shivers.
"Then why don't you take a look?"
Kyungsoo slams Jongin's head down into the toilet bowl. Startled, Jongin gasps, air bubbles pushing past his lips. When he tries to draw in a breath, water burns its way down his lungs instead. Jongin thrashes, his arms flailing about, but Kyungsoo holds his head down, his body pressed against his back to trap him.
He's drowning, he realizes. Dying.
Jongin is dying, and his teammates will find him the next morning, body soaking up the bathroom floor. And later, Jjangu will paw at Jongin's door until his sisters pick up the toy poodle and take him away from the empty room.
As water fills his lungs, Jongin finds himself thrashing less and less, although Kyungsoo's grip on his head doesn't waver. His face is smashed against the side of the toilet bowl, and maybe it's due to premortem hallucinations, all the neurons firing in his brain like the finale of a fireworks show, but he swears he still hears the ticking of Kyungsoo's watch.
Tick, tick, it taunts.
Tick, tick, toc-
A/N: The working title for this fic was touch(down the rabbit hole). This concludes another episode of Awful Fic Titles. x