[In Debt] 5/?
Title: In Debt [5/?]
Pairing: Kangsung, Kyumin (girl Min), broken Yewook, eventual KyuSung
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU (mafia~ish), dark[ish] elements, genderswitch
Summary: KyuSung centric part, nuff said. More emphasis on the main couple, yeah? (:
A/N: Prompted by pinefir!! *hugs her* If only I had her ideas, then I would seriously end up writing all day and night and forget my studies. I'm GOING TO SHOOT CHUUUU. *rawr* Comment or no, I thank you for reading. *bows*
Kyuhyun looked at the man in front of his eyes. A steady stream of tears leaked from his hollow spheres as Yesung shifted his gaze somewhere else, his blank, diluted pupils aimlessly wandered in the room.
“Jongwoon-sshi…” Kyuhyun hesistantly took a step forward, not wanting to scare the man.
Kyuhyun was observant and witty, both qualities essential to his life in the underground society. Yesung’s rage, something that deeply contrasts his timid personality, alone was an obvious indicator. Underneath the bed were scattered bills, scrunched up and tossed aside as if they meant nothing. White pills dotted the floor like specks of first snow. On the contrary, the envelope of cash was no where to be seen.
The man was unstable, fragile and broken. The white bottle of sleeping pills casted, threatening to roll off the counter top and crash onto the floor, aside on his drawer was more than enough evidence.
“Can you just go away?” Yesung threw himself underneath his blanket.
“No.” Kyuhyun replied closely as he took another step towards the shivering lump. Yesung shifted down further into the bed, as if he could dig a hole into the mattress and hide away forever, sealing himself from his troubles, from the outside world, from the pain, from the induced stress.
“Jongwoon-sshi.” Kyuhyun said calmly in a monotonic voice, wary of his voice that might startle the man. His state of a mind was like a wounded animal, wary of the world for what it’s done to him, scared and nervous of everything.
“Can you…” Yesung whimpered through sobs, “Please, just leave me alone.”
Kyuhyun closed his eyes and injected a deep breath of fresh air into his lungs. He had observed enough people throw themselves down a rejected path. He had witnessed enough people toss their dreams aside, their families and their careers flushed down the toilet because they couldn’t pick themselves up. He had seen too many people beat themselves up for it, trashing their morals and self esteem as if they were meaningless, their dignity long ago sold to the devil.
One more was already too many. And he was the cause of it, the root of their demise.
Kyuhyun sometimes hated his job. Could he even call it a job? He lived life like a rat scurrying between streets. Constantly he had to protect himself from the system of justice of the world above them. His neck was constantly out there, an easy target for any opposing groups to pick off if need be.
Kyuhyun had no choice, but he, Jongwoon, was different. Even when he first laid his eyes upon the man, his insecure state of mind despite being in his house, there had been something special, something precious in him that doesn’t deserve to be casted aside into nothingness. Jongwoon was someone he did not want to see this happen to. The man has a heart of gold, an artistic voice made for music, yet there was a fire in the man’s eyes.
“Yeah, and let you continue to ingest sleeping pills until you die.”
“Shut up.” The anger vanished from his voice, leaving nothing but broken sorrow in its place.
“No, I won’t shut up.” Kyuhyun said softly as he sat on the bed beside the shaking man. Deep down he knew that Jongwoon was a fighter, from the very first instance when he had sexually intimidated him and the smaller man refused. “Why are you being like this?”
“Shut up, just shut up.” Yesung pounded his fist into his pillow. He fisted it again and again. “Shut up. You don’t even know me.”
It was true. Kyuhyun didn’t know Jongwoon at all. Aside from a few basic facts and a coarsely outlined profile about his subject, Kyuhyun actually had no idea about this man. He was another faceless client, a file number that would be casted away into a box.
“I don’t need to know you to know that you’re hurting.” Kyuhyun bit his bottom lip as he suppressed his own tainted memories. Memories buried deep at the back of his mind that he had tried so hard to forget. Memories that shaped who he was today.
“Who the fuck are you anyways. Get away from me.” Yesung delivered a kick that sent Kyuhyun sprawling off the bed. The small man packed more of a punch than Kyuhyun had anticipated, much like their first meeting when he sexually rejected Kyuhyun.
“You. Let’s go.” Kyuhyun forcefully tore off the blanket, exposing the screaming man to the air.
“What the fuck is your problem.” Yesung sank onto the mattress, exposed and raw. his barrier gone, leaving him unprotected.
“We’re going out.” Kyuhyun dug through his closet and tossed a coat at the man.
“No, you can’t make me.” Yesung gripped the bed sheet as Kyuhyun lifted him off with ease. Reluctantly, he put on his coat as Kyuhyun grabbed his wrist, the same wrist that he had motioned for sexual contact as he locked the door.
Yesung sniffled a bit, ridding the residues of his tears from his face. Kyuhyun forcefully pulled him out of the elevator and the building.
“Where are we going?” Yesung whispered while the pair waited for the crosswalk to turn green.
“Shut up.” Kyuhyun gripped his wrists tighter as he dragged the unwilling man along the street, attracting the glances of nearby pedestrians as they cleared a way for the pair.
After ten minutes snaking through the busy commercial area, Kyuhyun felt the man give in as he slowly accepted his touch. Rather than pulling and dragging, their pair held wrists and soon they were at the pier. Small ferry boats were in the distance, coming and leaving the bay. Above them, a pair of seagulls flew past, a precise destination in mind.
“You’re hurting me…” Jongwoon looked down onto the ground, the triangular tiles stacked in a symmetrical pattern. Kyuhyun released his wrist as a gust of wind roared across the open body of water. Both men shriveled up from the cold, neither of them had worn enough to be exposed to the cooler oceanic air. The faint hint of the salt wafted up their nasal canals, coating their receptors with the pungent smell.
“Why did you bring me here?” A hint of bitterness coated Jongwoon’s voice.
“Let it out.”
“Let what out?” Jongwoon turned away, obviously understanding what he had meant.
“Everything. Youngwoon-sshi. All your problems. Let it all out into the ocean.” Kyuhyun placed a hand on the man’s shoulder and beckoned him towards the bay. The calm waters looked inviting and patient.
“Ho-How?”
“Like this.” Kyuhyun faced the bay and closed his eyes, feeling his body transcend into nothing but thoughts. “FUCKKKKKKKKKKK YOU SHIN DONG HEE. I’m fucking sick and tired of your fat ugly ass. YAAHHH and that high maintenance bitch and her brother. FUCKKKK. I’m SICKKKKKKKK OF THIS LIFE. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”
Yesung blinked at Kyuhyun when he turned to face him again.
“KIM YOUNG WOON. WHAT DID I DO WRONGGGGG.” Jongwoon tightened his grip on cylindrical metal, his hands rotating towards him as his skin tore at the polished, gleaming surface. “KIM YOUNG WOONNNNN. Kim Young Woon… why won’t you tell me what I did wrong. Do I not deserve an answer? What do I mean to you… am I worthless?”
His body looked lighter, purged from the bottled up emotions. His eyes radiated a certain twinkle as he looked over at Kyuhyun, tipping his head silently. The wind carried his appreciation as Kyuhyun nodded back at him, the silence between them more than enough to communicate their mutual gratitude.
Jongwoon suddenly exploded into a coughing fit, the cold air clashing with his burning throat. Another blast of wind swept across the pier, slicing and numbing their skin as the gust soared in between the thin layers of fabric.
Jongwoon curled up even tighter as Kyuhyun walked behind the smaller man, somewhat shielding him from the petrifying coldness before the smaller man buckled, as if his energy sapped out of him in mere moments.
His pale knuckles held onto the silver bar, the death grip keeping him slightly upright as the top half of his body collided against Kyuhyun. His whole body gave way as Kyuhyun caught him in his embrace.
“Jongwoon-sshi! Jongwoon-sshi!!” Kyuhyun called out as he tore off his jacket, wrapping it around the weak, flimsy man. His hand grazed over the other’s flesh, his temperature burning against Kyuhyun’s cold skin.
Hoisting the weak man onto his back, Kyuhyun carried him back through town, garnering him even more glances from pedestrians on their trip back.
Jongwoon held onto the back collar of his shirt while he bounced up and down on Kyuhyun. He could smell his hair, the faint wisps of lavender shampoo arising from his well nourished curls. He closed his eyes and finally drifted off to peaceful slumber for the first time in weeks.
The smell of lavender eased his delicate body as the warm violet took him into it’s embrace, wrapping his frail soul in a purple blanket of warmth.