24/7 [5/12]
Title: 24/7
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: WonKyu Siwon/Kyuhyun
Summary: Kyuhyun would love to say that his romance began in a coffee shop with shy smiles but it didn’t. It started with a kidnapping and his stalker.
Notes: AU.
He feels his heart drop.
Trepidation freezing him in his spot.
His hands are sweating and his mouth feels like it’s filled with cotton.
“Do you like it?” Siwon’s mouth grazes his ear. It makes him shudder involuntarily at the ticklish sensation. Just when had he gotten so close?
This was far too close.
To distract himself he lets his gaze sweep the room. Kyuhyun isn’t sure where to look anymore. There are photos of him walking to his flat, one where he’s taking notes during a lecture and even that time last Christmas when he’d cut his hair much shorter.
“It’s...” He can’t even form sentences at this point. He just feels trapped. Trapped by the smothering feeling that Siwon is creating.
To make it worse Siwon pulls him closer, hands splayed possessively over his stomach. “I was going to show you later when you felt more comfortable.
As Siwon is talking, he notices the balaclava. Kyuhyun’s not sure why his gaze keeps drifting over the thing until he realises just what’s next to it. A gun. The same one that shot Mr Kim. He trembles as his thoughts all mush into one word: ‘run’.
“Are you cold?”
Is this why Sungmin let him free? So that he’d see who Siwon really was? Then there’s a sick realisation that this man is his stalker and kidnapper that leaves Kyuhyun cold. It’s like someone’s poured a bucket of ice over him.
Siwon doesn’t react at his lack of response. Instead the man seems to take it as a yes and wraps him even tighter into his arms; moves them closer to one of the photos. He’s giving Kyuhyun one of his dimpled smiles that do little to assure him right now.
`“You looked really cute in this one.” Kyuhyun can only grimace at his scowling face in the photo. It’s one where he’s with one of his few friends back in Seoul. Changmin is pulling a funny face whilst he was feeling grumpy at being forced from his computer. It makes the hopelessness grow. He tries to pretend that none of these photos are him, that the scowling face is just some random strangers.
It isn’t working.
There’s a silence that seems to stretch on forever before Siwon speaks again.
“Kyuhyun.” The serious tone confuses him. He can feel his heart thud in adrenaline as Siwon rests his head on top of his. The man’s fingers brush gentle patterns on his stomach. The gesture is both intimate and oppressive.
“Who let you out?”
His stomach drops like a lead balloon. It’s not pleasant and the panic from earlier comes back. Eunhyuk’s bruise, Sungmin’s wrist…he doesn’t want more people hurt because of him.
“…I- no one did.”
Siwon seems to tense at his words but doesn’t release him. If anything the grip turns tighter, (and he wants to berate himself for noticing how warm and steady Siwon’s arms are at a time like this. Especially when it’s the arms of a murderer.) and Kyuhyun almost contemplates breaking the silence when Siwon lets out a quiet chuckle.
It makes him feel simultaneously scared and relieved at the same time.
“…I would never hurt you, you know that right?” Despite his brain telling him to ignore those words, because this man has killed someone innocent and probably wouldn’t hesitate, Kyuhyun can’t help but hear the sincerity in them. There’s a sureness there that makes him feel...safe. (The irony of those words almost makes him want to laugh in despair.)
But that’s also the problem entirely. Siwon may not hurt him but he’d probably kill Sungmin for letting him go.
So he doesn’t respond again. Just plays mute and instead continues to look blankly at the faces that surround him. Trying not to let his gaze wander to the incriminating weapon just to the left. He feels Siwon sigh and then those warm hands are pushing him towards the bed.
“What are you doing?!” Kyuhyun tries to sound less hysterical but knows he’s failed miserably. His body is tense as his hands grip at Siwon’s shoulders. How he turned so fast, he’ll never know.
Said man just furrows his brows and pushes just that little bit harder. “I’m tired and I’m sure you are too.” Kyuhyun bites back the words that want to come out: how he’s not tired at all, in fact he’s more awake than ever with panic and anxiety.
Inevitably he’s forced onto the bed; Siwon is stronger than him after all. He closes his eyes and tries to think more rationally. He’s filled with apprehension especially with the kiss still fresh in his mind. He almost jumps up with shock when calloused fingers stroke his face. He feels it trace his eyes, mouth before resting on his cheek.
“Kyuhyun I just want to protect you.”
“…ah!” His eyes open as he grips the sheets too tightly and his wrist flares in pain. He’s met with concerned brown eyes that stare at him so, so earnestly. Siwon shifts about until he’s cradling Kyuhyun in his arms.
“You need to rest.”
He doesn’t make another noise. Just clenches his eyes shut again to fade out the faces that stare all around him, to forget about what he’s just found and to block out Siwon’s arms that are like manacles around him.
And sure enough he loses consciousness.
--
When he wakes up he feels disorientated. His brain catching up with him as he stares blankly at the ceiling. This is almost becoming routine he thinks.
There’s a warm arm curled around his waist and Kyuhyun’s reminded of just where he is. Siwon’s words make no sense, all of this protecting stupidity, if anything the man is the crazy one.
He’s not sure what to do with the realisation that he’s wrapped in the embrace of a killer. In fact he doesn’t want to even think about it anymore lest he becomes sick.
Kyuhyun’s not sure what to do anymore. Why is he still alive? Why is this happening to him? Why?
All of these questions.
(Although there’s a part of him that’s whispering that maybe the answer is that he kind of wants to save Siwon himself.
Killing habits and all.
Like some sort of demented Martyr that wants to help crazy people.
That’s the thought that terrifies him the most. The thought that makes him want to cry as his mind wonders if given the chance to escape, could he?)
--tbc.
…I’m slightly freaking out at my History mock on Wednesday T.T ahhh. Depending on how that went I might update on Tuesday instead of Monday O-O;;;;
Anyways…I hope you liked this chapter! :D there’s a surprise guest for Kyuhyun next chapter~ I hope you’ll look forward to it ^.^
Thank you for reading~
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: WonKyu Siwon/Kyuhyun
Summary: Kyuhyun would love to say that his romance began in a coffee shop with shy smiles but it didn’t. It started with a kidnapping and his stalker.
Notes: AU.
He feels his heart drop.
Trepidation freezing him in his spot.
His hands are sweating and his mouth feels like it’s filled with cotton.
“Do you like it?” Siwon’s mouth grazes his ear. It makes him shudder involuntarily at the ticklish sensation. Just when had he gotten so close?
This was far too close.
To distract himself he lets his gaze sweep the room. Kyuhyun isn’t sure where to look anymore. There are photos of him walking to his flat, one where he’s taking notes during a lecture and even that time last Christmas when he’d cut his hair much shorter.
“It’s...” He can’t even form sentences at this point. He just feels trapped. Trapped by the smothering feeling that Siwon is creating.
To make it worse Siwon pulls him closer, hands splayed possessively over his stomach. “I was going to show you later when you felt more comfortable.
As Siwon is talking, he notices the balaclava. Kyuhyun’s not sure why his gaze keeps drifting over the thing until he realises just what’s next to it. A gun. The same one that shot Mr Kim. He trembles as his thoughts all mush into one word: ‘run’.
“Are you cold?”
Is this why Sungmin let him free? So that he’d see who Siwon really was? Then there’s a sick realisation that this man is his stalker and kidnapper that leaves Kyuhyun cold. It’s like someone’s poured a bucket of ice over him.
Siwon doesn’t react at his lack of response. Instead the man seems to take it as a yes and wraps him even tighter into his arms; moves them closer to one of the photos. He’s giving Kyuhyun one of his dimpled smiles that do little to assure him right now.
`“You looked really cute in this one.” Kyuhyun can only grimace at his scowling face in the photo. It’s one where he’s with one of his few friends back in Seoul. Changmin is pulling a funny face whilst he was feeling grumpy at being forced from his computer. It makes the hopelessness grow. He tries to pretend that none of these photos are him, that the scowling face is just some random strangers.
It isn’t working.
There’s a silence that seems to stretch on forever before Siwon speaks again.
“Kyuhyun.” The serious tone confuses him. He can feel his heart thud in adrenaline as Siwon rests his head on top of his. The man’s fingers brush gentle patterns on his stomach. The gesture is both intimate and oppressive.
“Who let you out?”
His stomach drops like a lead balloon. It’s not pleasant and the panic from earlier comes back. Eunhyuk’s bruise, Sungmin’s wrist…he doesn’t want more people hurt because of him.
“…I- no one did.”
Siwon seems to tense at his words but doesn’t release him. If anything the grip turns tighter, (and he wants to berate himself for noticing how warm and steady Siwon’s arms are at a time like this. Especially when it’s the arms of a murderer.) and Kyuhyun almost contemplates breaking the silence when Siwon lets out a quiet chuckle.
It makes him feel simultaneously scared and relieved at the same time.
“…I would never hurt you, you know that right?” Despite his brain telling him to ignore those words, because this man has killed someone innocent and probably wouldn’t hesitate, Kyuhyun can’t help but hear the sincerity in them. There’s a sureness there that makes him feel...safe. (The irony of those words almost makes him want to laugh in despair.)
But that’s also the problem entirely. Siwon may not hurt him but he’d probably kill Sungmin for letting him go.
So he doesn’t respond again. Just plays mute and instead continues to look blankly at the faces that surround him. Trying not to let his gaze wander to the incriminating weapon just to the left. He feels Siwon sigh and then those warm hands are pushing him towards the bed.
“What are you doing?!” Kyuhyun tries to sound less hysterical but knows he’s failed miserably. His body is tense as his hands grip at Siwon’s shoulders. How he turned so fast, he’ll never know.
Said man just furrows his brows and pushes just that little bit harder. “I’m tired and I’m sure you are too.” Kyuhyun bites back the words that want to come out: how he’s not tired at all, in fact he’s more awake than ever with panic and anxiety.
Inevitably he’s forced onto the bed; Siwon is stronger than him after all. He closes his eyes and tries to think more rationally. He’s filled with apprehension especially with the kiss still fresh in his mind. He almost jumps up with shock when calloused fingers stroke his face. He feels it trace his eyes, mouth before resting on his cheek.
“Kyuhyun I just want to protect you.”
“…ah!” His eyes open as he grips the sheets too tightly and his wrist flares in pain. He’s met with concerned brown eyes that stare at him so, so earnestly. Siwon shifts about until he’s cradling Kyuhyun in his arms.
“You need to rest.”
He doesn’t make another noise. Just clenches his eyes shut again to fade out the faces that stare all around him, to forget about what he’s just found and to block out Siwon’s arms that are like manacles around him.
And sure enough he loses consciousness.
--
When he wakes up he feels disorientated. His brain catching up with him as he stares blankly at the ceiling. This is almost becoming routine he thinks.
There’s a warm arm curled around his waist and Kyuhyun’s reminded of just where he is. Siwon’s words make no sense, all of this protecting stupidity, if anything the man is the crazy one.
He’s not sure what to do with the realisation that he’s wrapped in the embrace of a killer. In fact he doesn’t want to even think about it anymore lest he becomes sick.
Kyuhyun’s not sure what to do anymore. Why is he still alive? Why is this happening to him? Why?
All of these questions.
(Although there’s a part of him that’s whispering that maybe the answer is that he kind of wants to save Siwon himself.
Killing habits and all.
Like some sort of demented Martyr that wants to help crazy people.
That’s the thought that terrifies him the most. The thought that makes him want to cry as his mind wonders if given the chance to escape, could he?)
--tbc.
…I’m slightly freaking out at my History mock on Wednesday T.T ahhh. Depending on how that went I might update on Tuesday instead of Monday O-O;;;;
Anyways…I hope you liked this chapter! :D there’s a surprise guest for Kyuhyun next chapter~ I hope you’ll look forward to it ^.^
Thank you for reading~