[drabble] unbreakable shadows
Title: Unbreakable Shadows
Author: flightlesswish
Pairing(s): Kai / D.O.
Genre: Tragedy, Hurt/Comfort, MAMA!AU
Rating: PG
Length: 596 words
Warning(s): None
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story. I write fiction not reality.
UNBREAKABLE SHADOWS
“Do you know this man?”
Kyungsoo looks up from the dusts he’s been staring at on the tabletop, eyes open wide. The man in a black suit over a crisp white shirt in front of him shows him a photograph, which looks neither too old nor too new, of the side-profile of a man. The question sounds funny to Kyungsoo, but he decides not voice it out.
The man in the photograph is leaning against the wall in what Kyungsoo observes as a desolate place somewhere, quite possibly somewhere most people would consider dangerous; his face straightly facing the camera. The sun is sinking behind him, its light falls warmly on the man’s features. He doesn’t look any older than Kyungsoo himself - maybe one or two years younger. His eyes are cold and guarded, expression gives nothing away; but then again it’s familiar, all too familiar. It looks like the photograph was taken incognito, which doesn’t surprise Kyungsoo at the very least. Kyungsoo slowly takes in the features of the man in the photograph further; every curve and every line that makes up a ghost of lights trapped in a piece of glossed paper.
“I don’t know,” he decides after a moment. “I might have seen him somewhere, I might have not.”
“Always so diplomatic, Kyungsoo,” the man smiles and takes the photograph back. He carefully tucks the photograph behind his suit close to his heart, safe and hidden, as a secret should be. “Do you think that would give you any advantage this time?”
Kyungsoo stiffens. “I am telling the truth.”
“No doubt,” the man agrees, the cat-like smile never leaving his face, and pauses. It’s as if the man’s waiting for Kyungsoo to speak, which he doesn’t. The man lets out a quiet sigh and gets up, smile faltering. He side-eyes Kyungsoo. “You see, this man really loves to play hide-and-seek. He’s really good at running and hiding which makes it harder to catch him. We don’t know what exactly he can do either which is rather disturbing, don’t you think?” He says, a frown making its way on his face. “Do you know why it is, Kyungsoo?”
Kyungsoo says nothing.
“I’m afraid we have to request for your assistance this time, Kyungsoo.”
Silence.
“Zitao has been misbehaving recently, I heard,” the man adds, almost like an after thought. “I think we can do something about that -“
Kyungsoo slams his hand on the table. Small cracks are formed around his palm. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare touch him.”
The man doesn’t even flinch. Instead, a small, lazy smile blooms on his lips. “So, the man.”
“Yes,” Kyungsoo hisses. “Yes, dammit.”
“Good,” the man clasps his hand, satisfied. He leans forward and extends his hand towards the other male. “And you shall?”
Kyungsoo eyes the man coldly. The man raises his eyebrows, expectant.
“I will get him for you.” Kyungsoo says, hatred in every word. “You will leave Zitao alone,” he emphasizes, eyes glaring daggers.
The man simply smiles and draws back. “Very well. That’s all I need from you for now. You may leave the room, Kyungsoo.”
Kyungsoo is about to open the door on his way out when the man calls him again. “And, Kyungsoo?” Kyungsoo stops. “It’s control, Kyungsoo. This table is made from and by the best, you see. I’d rather you not break anything every time you come to visit me.”
Kyungsoo’s hand stiffens on the door handle. The implication behind the man’s words sends shiver through his spine.
This won’t be the last time.
There are others.
A/N: This was supposed to be the beginning of a one-shot that I started in April last year. I've written more than this, but I don't know if I would continue at this point, to be honest, so I thought I would just post this as a stand-alone drabble. I came up with a title just a few minutes ago. I'm in a massive writer's block right now; so massive that I'm starting to think that I wouldn't be able to write again. I don't know. I'm not sure. Anyways, thank you so much for reading this piece, it means a lot to me and I really appreciate it! :)
Author: flightlesswish
Pairing(s): Kai / D.O.
Genre: Tragedy, Hurt/Comfort, MAMA!AU
Rating: PG
Length: 596 words
Warning(s): None
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story. I write fiction not reality.
UNBREAKABLE SHADOWS
“Do you know this man?”
Kyungsoo looks up from the dusts he’s been staring at on the tabletop, eyes open wide. The man in a black suit over a crisp white shirt in front of him shows him a photograph, which looks neither too old nor too new, of the side-profile of a man. The question sounds funny to Kyungsoo, but he decides not voice it out.
The man in the photograph is leaning against the wall in what Kyungsoo observes as a desolate place somewhere, quite possibly somewhere most people would consider dangerous; his face straightly facing the camera. The sun is sinking behind him, its light falls warmly on the man’s features. He doesn’t look any older than Kyungsoo himself - maybe one or two years younger. His eyes are cold and guarded, expression gives nothing away; but then again it’s familiar, all too familiar. It looks like the photograph was taken incognito, which doesn’t surprise Kyungsoo at the very least. Kyungsoo slowly takes in the features of the man in the photograph further; every curve and every line that makes up a ghost of lights trapped in a piece of glossed paper.
“I don’t know,” he decides after a moment. “I might have seen him somewhere, I might have not.”
“Always so diplomatic, Kyungsoo,” the man smiles and takes the photograph back. He carefully tucks the photograph behind his suit close to his heart, safe and hidden, as a secret should be. “Do you think that would give you any advantage this time?”
Kyungsoo stiffens. “I am telling the truth.”
“No doubt,” the man agrees, the cat-like smile never leaving his face, and pauses. It’s as if the man’s waiting for Kyungsoo to speak, which he doesn’t. The man lets out a quiet sigh and gets up, smile faltering. He side-eyes Kyungsoo. “You see, this man really loves to play hide-and-seek. He’s really good at running and hiding which makes it harder to catch him. We don’t know what exactly he can do either which is rather disturbing, don’t you think?” He says, a frown making its way on his face. “Do you know why it is, Kyungsoo?”
Kyungsoo says nothing.
“I’m afraid we have to request for your assistance this time, Kyungsoo.”
Silence.
“Zitao has been misbehaving recently, I heard,” the man adds, almost like an after thought. “I think we can do something about that -“
Kyungsoo slams his hand on the table. Small cracks are formed around his palm. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare touch him.”
The man doesn’t even flinch. Instead, a small, lazy smile blooms on his lips. “So, the man.”
“Yes,” Kyungsoo hisses. “Yes, dammit.”
“Good,” the man clasps his hand, satisfied. He leans forward and extends his hand towards the other male. “And you shall?”
Kyungsoo eyes the man coldly. The man raises his eyebrows, expectant.
“I will get him for you.” Kyungsoo says, hatred in every word. “You will leave Zitao alone,” he emphasizes, eyes glaring daggers.
The man simply smiles and draws back. “Very well. That’s all I need from you for now. You may leave the room, Kyungsoo.”
Kyungsoo is about to open the door on his way out when the man calls him again. “And, Kyungsoo?” Kyungsoo stops. “It’s control, Kyungsoo. This table is made from and by the best, you see. I’d rather you not break anything every time you come to visit me.”
Kyungsoo’s hand stiffens on the door handle. The implication behind the man’s words sends shiver through his spine.
This won’t be the last time.
There are others.
A/N: This was supposed to be the beginning of a one-shot that I started in April last year. I've written more than this, but I don't know if I would continue at this point, to be honest, so I thought I would just post this as a stand-alone drabble. I came up with a title just a few minutes ago. I'm in a massive writer's block right now; so massive that I'm starting to think that I wouldn't be able to write again. I don't know. I'm not sure. Anyways, thank you so much for reading this piece, it means a lot to me and I really appreciate it! :)