Preparations
Pairing: JongHo, side OnKey
Rating: PG
Genre: Fiction, Science Fiction
Disclaimer: I own anything but the story.
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Kibum didn't mind fresh, a bit revealing clothes perfect for too much heat, nor necklaces and earrings and other accessories, didn't mind either the make up or different things adorning his head... And he definitely loved attention on him. But it was different when you were surrounded by all this weirdos and, well, you could just wonder when the hell will they take their hands off of you.
He had spent the night awake from being in that unbearable position and the ache in his wrists and shoulders and some bruises and... Well, he had also worried a bit about the others. But him being awake had been definitely not because of that.
Kibum closed his eyes as a skilled female hand applied more makeup on his eyelids. As annoyed and tired as he might have been, he wasn't an idiot and he knew it was better not to put up a fight and play things nice since he was still at a disadvantage. He had decided that when a group of some of his captors had come back to get him after the sun had risen.
At first Kibum had kept alert, thinking they would be taking him with the others, or looking for a chance to make his scape, whatever happened first. But as he encountered with neither, and seeing his captors weren't threatening at the moment, his fighting spirit faded without much effort.
They took him inside what seemed like a villa in the jungle, some people staring at him and others not daring to look, being put inside of one of the houses as another jumpy boy came in to explain to the rest how to get him off of his outer shell-like skin (a method which involved sharp objects and gasping) and Kibum could just wonder.
So that's a bit of how he found himself sitting on the floor of a hut on top of some silky fabric, with feathers, shells and fur adorning his body. The motive behind all that still managed to evade his clever reasoning, and even though he was being calm and uninterested this one question he could not get off of his mind.
What were this guys up to?
As his future was still uncertain, he couldn't be completely indifferent yet.
Somewhere not so far from there, some other villagers watched a bit worried one Jinki having an attack, choking on his own saliva while trying to talk after seeing Minho for the first time in hours.
Minho's surprise turned gradually into concern seeing as how his leader was having a hard time getting himself together and still tried to talk between spasms.
"It's ok, don't try to talk yet" Minho's voice was calm as he approached the leader to palm his back a bit. While Jinki still tried to fight the convulsing urge on his throat, he was happy to see the other one was alright, but still wondered why was he in such an attire. Minho's clothing was much like what their captors wore. One second thought, it was just like what they wore.
"Why... What are you...? And Kibum...?" Jinki let out his thoughts (or at least tried) while trying to catch his breath again. Minho sighed. "I don't know about Kibum..." He said slowly, watching Jinki sulk a bit "But us both being here must mean he's also alright... Right?" Minho wasn't so sure once he thought about it, since the last thing he knew about the other two was them falling on top of each other...
"...Yah, Kibum is strong" Jinki smiled a bit again "he'll be all right... Speaking of which, what happened to your suit?" Jinki swore he could see a light blush appear on the other's face as he asked. Minho scratched his head a bit "well uh... It got kind of damaged so..." Jinki let out a small 'oh' and nodded.
"So, what do you think we're here for?" Minho and Jinki had shared what had happened to each other in the past hours (excluding body intrusions): Jinki and Kibum being captured and separated right after, not quite knowing what had been of Minho. But talking they discovered they had more or less experienced the same.
So now they were discussing their thoughts on the situation, ignoring the fact that they were on a hut and still being watched by some men "Well" Minho's arms were crossed over his chest, a frown on his face "I can't really tell... We don't seem to be in danger though... But that's still strange" "Yeah..." "And we don't have much time, this could get really bad" Jinki frowned, a bit confused as to what his partner was referring to "Why is that?" he asked after thinking about it a bit "Because, well, we're supposed to be back by tomorrow. But if we don't make it and the IRED can't contact us, they're sure to send a track team." Jinki's eyes widened, finally understanding what was worrying the younger boy. "And you know they don't come unprepared"
They stayed silent, both deep in their own thoughts. Minho knew they were between the sword and the wall, they needed a plan fast if they wanted to avoid complications.
They stepped out, delicate hand leading another one. Kibum wasn't all that comfortable but he let himself be led by the cute boy. He seemed insecure at first but once he directed a shy smile to Kibum, the taller boy felt like complying to whatever the other would ask of him. Maybe he just had hit Kibum's weak spot. One he didn't even know he had before.
He followed the boy to the center of the village, everyone seemed to be gathered there, everyone looking at him this time. Kibum looked around, confused, his gut urging him to get out of there, but he didn't. He kept walking and holding the other's hand. He looked at the boy instead, noticing he was also directing his eyes to him. Kibum carefully looked into the other's eyes, desperate to find any kind of feeling, any kind of clue that would give him a hint to know what was going on.
And the other looked at him with what Kibum would have thought to be disbelief, pity, but it was so different from the other gazes.
The boy gave a slight squeeze to his hand, before leading him towards some trunks that were arranged in the center of the crowd, carefully adorned. Kibum held his breath as he got closer.
Minho and Jinki found themselves looking at each other, confused. They communicated in a silent exchange of glances. The man talked again and they looked back at the entrance were he was. Two other men entered the hut and went towards Jinki and Minho, grabbing and leading them outside, the both of them still too confused to oppose to it.
Glancing at each other again they decided the best was to comply, so they let themselves be led. That was the first time they had a better chance to look around. The village was a set of huts and shacks a bit roughly set in the jungle.
Jinki looked at Minho, both had noticed everything was too calm. There was no one in sight. Uncomfortable feelings slowly creeping up their stomaches as they advanced, and Jinki could swear his heart was about to come out of his mouth along with other contents.
It didn't took long before they could see the reason for the calmness at the village. Everyone seemed to be gathered at one point, the closer rows to them slowly turning around and stepping back to let them trough. There, in the center, they could clearly see one slightly confused and very adorned Kibum, who turned in their direction as he noticed the people were moving.
Jinki gasped at the sight of Kibum, wanting to hurry towards him but being held back by strong arms. Kibum bit his lips as if to control himself from running towards his partners and hugging and hitting, probably raising his voice and later having to swallow his tears.
Jinki and Minho sat at each side of Kibum. The three of them looked at each other, and somehow, Minho's determined expression seemed to calm the other two a bit, focusing more on the situation.
"I'm glad you're all right" Jinki didn't seem to be able to stop himself from saying so, but still didn't look up at Kibum. "What do we do now?" was the other's answer, while they looked at some of the villagers come and go. Jinki sighed, as if he understood Kibum had just brushed aside his affectionate attempts, but still answered "Minho and I have thought of something but..." "Well, it's obviously risky" Minho's deep voice finished for him.
The crowd seemed expectant, chatting lively and giving the feeling of being like the bubbles floating and popping on boiling water. Just like the feeling spreading on Minho's, Jinki's and Kibum's stomaches.
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Author's Note: Sorry it's kinda short and uneventful u..u I was planning on making it longer but it turned out to be kinda hard to pull off and was taking too long so I decided to cut it here. Next one will be better )x
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Rating: PG
Genre: Fiction, Science Fiction
Disclaimer: I own anything but the story.
←Previous
Kibum didn't mind fresh, a bit revealing clothes perfect for too much heat, nor necklaces and earrings and other accessories, didn't mind either the make up or different things adorning his head... And he definitely loved attention on him. But it was different when you were surrounded by all this weirdos and, well, you could just wonder when the hell will they take their hands off of you.
He had spent the night awake from being in that unbearable position and the ache in his wrists and shoulders and some bruises and... Well, he had also worried a bit about the others. But him being awake had been definitely not because of that.
Kibum closed his eyes as a skilled female hand applied more makeup on his eyelids. As annoyed and tired as he might have been, he wasn't an idiot and he knew it was better not to put up a fight and play things nice since he was still at a disadvantage. He had decided that when a group of some of his captors had come back to get him after the sun had risen.
At first Kibum had kept alert, thinking they would be taking him with the others, or looking for a chance to make his scape, whatever happened first. But as he encountered with neither, and seeing his captors weren't threatening at the moment, his fighting spirit faded without much effort.
They took him inside what seemed like a villa in the jungle, some people staring at him and others not daring to look, being put inside of one of the houses as another jumpy boy came in to explain to the rest how to get him off of his outer shell-like skin (a method which involved sharp objects and gasping) and Kibum could just wonder.
So that's a bit of how he found himself sitting on the floor of a hut on top of some silky fabric, with feathers, shells and fur adorning his body. The motive behind all that still managed to evade his clever reasoning, and even though he was being calm and uninterested this one question he could not get off of his mind.
What were this guys up to?
As his future was still uncertain, he couldn't be completely indifferent yet.
Somewhere not so far from there, some other villagers watched a bit worried one Jinki having an attack, choking on his own saliva while trying to talk after seeing Minho for the first time in hours.
Minho's surprise turned gradually into concern seeing as how his leader was having a hard time getting himself together and still tried to talk between spasms.
"It's ok, don't try to talk yet" Minho's voice was calm as he approached the leader to palm his back a bit. While Jinki still tried to fight the convulsing urge on his throat, he was happy to see the other one was alright, but still wondered why was he in such an attire. Minho's clothing was much like what their captors wore. One second thought, it was just like what they wore.
"Why... What are you...? And Kibum...?" Jinki let out his thoughts (or at least tried) while trying to catch his breath again. Minho sighed. "I don't know about Kibum..." He said slowly, watching Jinki sulk a bit "But us both being here must mean he's also alright... Right?" Minho wasn't so sure once he thought about it, since the last thing he knew about the other two was them falling on top of each other...
"...Yah, Kibum is strong" Jinki smiled a bit again "he'll be all right... Speaking of which, what happened to your suit?" Jinki swore he could see a light blush appear on the other's face as he asked. Minho scratched his head a bit "well uh... It got kind of damaged so..." Jinki let out a small 'oh' and nodded.
"So, what do you think we're here for?" Minho and Jinki had shared what had happened to each other in the past hours (excluding body intrusions): Jinki and Kibum being captured and separated right after, not quite knowing what had been of Minho. But talking they discovered they had more or less experienced the same.
So now they were discussing their thoughts on the situation, ignoring the fact that they were on a hut and still being watched by some men "Well" Minho's arms were crossed over his chest, a frown on his face "I can't really tell... We don't seem to be in danger though... But that's still strange" "Yeah..." "And we don't have much time, this could get really bad" Jinki frowned, a bit confused as to what his partner was referring to "Why is that?" he asked after thinking about it a bit "Because, well, we're supposed to be back by tomorrow. But if we don't make it and the IRED can't contact us, they're sure to send a track team." Jinki's eyes widened, finally understanding what was worrying the younger boy. "And you know they don't come unprepared"
They stayed silent, both deep in their own thoughts. Minho knew they were between the sword and the wall, they needed a plan fast if they wanted to avoid complications.
They stepped out, delicate hand leading another one. Kibum wasn't all that comfortable but he let himself be led by the cute boy. He seemed insecure at first but once he directed a shy smile to Kibum, the taller boy felt like complying to whatever the other would ask of him. Maybe he just had hit Kibum's weak spot. One he didn't even know he had before.
He followed the boy to the center of the village, everyone seemed to be gathered there, everyone looking at him this time. Kibum looked around, confused, his gut urging him to get out of there, but he didn't. He kept walking and holding the other's hand. He looked at the boy instead, noticing he was also directing his eyes to him. Kibum carefully looked into the other's eyes, desperate to find any kind of feeling, any kind of clue that would give him a hint to know what was going on.
And the other looked at him with what Kibum would have thought to be disbelief, pity, but it was so different from the other gazes.
The boy gave a slight squeeze to his hand, before leading him towards some trunks that were arranged in the center of the crowd, carefully adorned. Kibum held his breath as he got closer.
Minho and Jinki found themselves looking at each other, confused. They communicated in a silent exchange of glances. The man talked again and they looked back at the entrance were he was. Two other men entered the hut and went towards Jinki and Minho, grabbing and leading them outside, the both of them still too confused to oppose to it.
Glancing at each other again they decided the best was to comply, so they let themselves be led. That was the first time they had a better chance to look around. The village was a set of huts and shacks a bit roughly set in the jungle.
Jinki looked at Minho, both had noticed everything was too calm. There was no one in sight. Uncomfortable feelings slowly creeping up their stomaches as they advanced, and Jinki could swear his heart was about to come out of his mouth along with other contents.
It didn't took long before they could see the reason for the calmness at the village. Everyone seemed to be gathered at one point, the closer rows to them slowly turning around and stepping back to let them trough. There, in the center, they could clearly see one slightly confused and very adorned Kibum, who turned in their direction as he noticed the people were moving.
Jinki gasped at the sight of Kibum, wanting to hurry towards him but being held back by strong arms. Kibum bit his lips as if to control himself from running towards his partners and hugging and hitting, probably raising his voice and later having to swallow his tears.
Jinki and Minho sat at each side of Kibum. The three of them looked at each other, and somehow, Minho's determined expression seemed to calm the other two a bit, focusing more on the situation.
"I'm glad you're all right" Jinki didn't seem to be able to stop himself from saying so, but still didn't look up at Kibum. "What do we do now?" was the other's answer, while they looked at some of the villagers come and go. Jinki sighed, as if he understood Kibum had just brushed aside his affectionate attempts, but still answered "Minho and I have thought of something but..." "Well, it's obviously risky" Minho's deep voice finished for him.
The crowd seemed expectant, chatting lively and giving the feeling of being like the bubbles floating and popping on boiling water. Just like the feeling spreading on Minho's, Jinki's and Kibum's stomaches.
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Author's Note: Sorry it's kinda short and uneventful u..u I was planning on making it longer but it turned out to be kinda hard to pull off and was taking too long so I decided to cut it here. Next one will be better )x
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