[For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic;]
Rating: PG-13 (~language~)
Pairing: Kris-centric, wuhan if you squint through a telescope all the way from Pluto.
Genre: uh. horror-suspense? yeah. we'll go with that.
a/n: written because of reasons.
Kris would be the first to tell you, he doesn't believe in the supernatural. He is a 21 year old of cold, hard facts.
Science.
Spirits don't exist, and the only demons that roam the Earth are the rotten as shit people that inhabit Her. If you asked his best friends Zitao, Jongin, and a quite recent addition Chanyeol, they would tell you that Kris is someone you just don't scare.
"At all. Nothing, not ever." Jongin would enforce, a bit huffily.
So when the first call came in through his cell phone, Kris brushes everything off as a prank, most likely from Jongin and one of his dance club friends. After all the blonde is at home alone, his mother working the late shift, and why wouldn't Jongin try to pull something? He'd been doing it for five years now, always swearing after every failed attempt that he would get Kris someday.
Playfully of course.
A clap of thunder momentarily drowned out the shrill ring of the table side phone, and the movie on the television screen-- Easy A.
Unknown Caller…
"Uh-huh, unknown my ass," Kris sighed and pressed 'talk', pressing the phone to his ear. "Look, Kai, I just want to watch my movie, okay? I'll talk to you tomorrow." Not even waiting for Jongin to say anything, the boy hung up, resting the phone back in its cradle.
There, Kris thought, nestling into the couch once more, dark eyes trailing back to the television. The patter of the rain outside was soothing, calming the boy's nerves, so when the phone rang a second time a few minutes later, he merely shrugged it off.
The answering machine clicked on, and silence filtered in through the speaker.
Kris rolled his eyes. "Seriously, that's the best he can do?"
About thirty minutes later, half-way through a bag of popcorn and towards the middle of Easy A, the phone rang once more. Kris' eyes flickered to the clock on the wall, and figured it was his mother calling on her break at the hospital.
"Hey, Mom!" Kris answered, smile lighting up his face.
Silence.
"…Mom?"
"Ah, Kris, I'm so happy I've finally got a hold of you." The sweet, slightly young sounding voice of a boy met Kris' ears and his smile fell.
"Chanyeol, if Jongin paid you to do some weird shit or something tonight, I swear I'm gonna be pissed."
"Who? There must be a misunderstanding, my name is Luhan, and I only require about bit of your time." Kris contemplated the boy over the phone, not really sure if he was up for telling the telemarketer that it was waaaay too fucking late to be trying to sell him anything, but…something told him he should be fair to the boy over the phone and just listen.
"Oh, I'm sorry, man. My friends have been…prank calling me tonight and I thought you were them." The boy chuckled and Kris could almost hear him nodding. "That's alright, I completely understand." A moment of silence, and Kris' long fingers picked at the edge of the popcorn bowl for a while before prompting, "So…why exactly are you calling, Mr. Luhan? My mother is busy at the moment." Kris thought he caught a snippet of conversation in the background on the other boys end of the phone, but just as he caught it, it went silent again.
"Ah, right. I'll just get right down to business. How would you, Kris, like to have anything you'd ever want?"
The blonde snorted, rolling his eyes. "Anything I'd ever want, huh? Riches? Women? Power?"
"Anything. Everything."
"Uh-huh…"
"You could have the strength of twenty men, rule over everything, and quite possibly destroy any enemy that crosses your path with a flick of the wrist. Or, more than likely suited to your…situation, a better living for your mother and yourself."
Another familiar snippet of sound and Kris froze, his eyes widening slightly. When he didn't respond the Luhan continued. "Living in that shack of an apartment while your mother works over time, hours and hours, trying to make sure she can support the both of you must be hard to deal with, no? Well I can make it so that you two never have to worry; never have to work another graveyard shift again. You can have riches beyond your wildest dreams."
A smile seemed to slither into the boys voice, and dammit there were those voices again-
The movie.
It was echoing, a slight beat off, but it was there. On the other end of the phone.
Kris' breath caught slightly, and he jumped up from the couch, eyes scanning the room, darting to the securely locked door. "How do you know anything about my family? What do you want?"
Luhan laughed, a "meant to be friendly" noise, which sounded anything but.
"Now that is a bit difficult to explain. But I can answer that if you'll agree to give me a just a bit of your time…"
Cautiously, the tall boy made his way to the window, peeking out from behind the curtains, seeing nothing but the street ahead, darkness, and his neighbors parked cars.
"You're not going to find me out there, Kris."
The voice seemed to rumble deep within the boy, sending a shudder up his spine, and he tried to compose himself.
He could just hang up, and call Jongin's cell and tell him he's won, and Kris is scared shitless right now and to end this sick joke.
And that's when Kris' cell phone rang, playing SNSD's “Twinkle”, causing Kris to jump out of his skin.
Dancing Machine Kai calling…
Kris mashes the talk button. "Okay, you win, Jongin. I'm scared, okay? Now can you please call of your little Happy Virus or whoever is doing the prank calling?"
"Wha…Kris, Chanyeol's staying over at my house tonight so is Zitao. What's your problem, hyung? None of us have been calling you."
Kris could distinctly hear Zitao and Chanyeol's greetings from Jongin's end, and he blanches.
Thunder snaps through everything, seeming to shake the house and Kris collectively, and that voice, that laugh- this Luhan person- is clear, filtering out of Kris' house phone.
"Is there a problem, Kris? Not exactly who you were hoping I was?"
And at the same time, Jongin's voice is calling out to the blonde, getting more frantic because Kris isn't answering, he can't bring himself to.
"O-oh God…" his cell phone falls from his hand and catches the edge of the table, the back and battery tumbling to the carpet. He pulls the house phone away from his ear, thinking he can take the number from the caller I.D. and trace it, somehow-
But the funny thing is, the phone screen is blank. The phone is dead.
Kris could hear Luhan's dark laugh, and he shakily pressed the phone back to his ear, his whole being frozen.
"What t-the fuck do you want from me? What a-are you?"
Luhan tsk's and hums patiently, "I am exactly who I told you, Kris. I just need you to agree in allowing me to take a few moments of your time."
Kris checked the door again, before kneeling down and using his free hand, putting his cell back together as fast as he could and turned it on, so that he can call the police. "If I d-do will you leave me alone?"
Luhan hums thoughtfully, causing the receiver to vibrate slightly against Kris' cheek, and silently the boy is pleading for this to just be a joke, but something inside told him otherwise.
Finally, the man answers.
"I will."
Kris releases a breath, and tried his hardest to keep from breaking down, and he nodded, realizing that the other couldn't see, but couldn't give a fuck. "Y-yes, okay, you h-have my time. Just say w-whatever you need to and l-leave me alone! I don't know who o-or what you are, but just l-leave!"
"Well thank you, Kris. See? That wasn't so hard now was it? But I do believe I have a previous engagement, so I'll have to leave the deal negotiations for a little while later. I just needed to secure and appointment with you. So many people in your town to make deals with, you know."
Kris sobbed slightly at Luhan's response, curling back into the couch, clutching his cell phone tight as it took its damn good time loading.
"Now don't be like that, Kris, we'll have plenty of time to get to know each other in due time. I'll be seeing you soon."
Luhan chuckled once more, before the phone went silent completely.
Kris was sitting on the couch, sobbing quietly as he stared at the phone, Jongin's ringtone playing as his cell was finally brought back to life.
And Kris went to answer his friend's more than likely panicked and worried call, wiping at his eyes, but missed it by just a split second.
56 Missed Calls...
That caught Kris a bit off guarded, as his phone hadn't been off for no more than a minute. With a shaking hand, he re-dialed his best friends number.
“KRIS, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?! WE'VE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR ALMOST TWO HOURS! CHANYEOL AND ZITAO ARE HEADING TO YOUR HOUSE NOW.”
Kris sobbed incoherencies, which panicked Jongin even more, prompting him to ask if he was hurt or in trouble. As the blonde grappled with his composer, tell Jongin he had the freakiest phone call, a chill ran up his spine.
“J-Jongin, how long d-did you say i-it's been?”
“What? Kris, it's been two hours, what are you--”
Kris' face paled and he swallowed thickly, phone trembling in his grip.
Just as a frantic pounding came at the door, both Zitao's and Chanyeol's voice called out his name from the other side, a soft, sweet voice purred in Kris' free ear.
“Now, Kris. How about that a deal?”
fin.
Pairing: Kris-centric, wuhan if you squint through a telescope all the way from Pluto.
Genre: uh. horror-suspense? yeah. we'll go with that.
a/n: written because of reasons.
Kris would be the first to tell you, he doesn't believe in the supernatural. He is a 21 year old of cold, hard facts.
Science.
Spirits don't exist, and the only demons that roam the Earth are the rotten as shit people that inhabit Her. If you asked his best friends Zitao, Jongin, and a quite recent addition Chanyeol, they would tell you that Kris is someone you just don't scare.
"At all. Nothing, not ever." Jongin would enforce, a bit huffily.
So when the first call came in through his cell phone, Kris brushes everything off as a prank, most likely from Jongin and one of his dance club friends. After all the blonde is at home alone, his mother working the late shift, and why wouldn't Jongin try to pull something? He'd been doing it for five years now, always swearing after every failed attempt that he would get Kris someday.
Playfully of course.
A clap of thunder momentarily drowned out the shrill ring of the table side phone, and the movie on the television screen-- Easy A.
Unknown Caller…
"Uh-huh, unknown my ass," Kris sighed and pressed 'talk', pressing the phone to his ear. "Look, Kai, I just want to watch my movie, okay? I'll talk to you tomorrow." Not even waiting for Jongin to say anything, the boy hung up, resting the phone back in its cradle.
There, Kris thought, nestling into the couch once more, dark eyes trailing back to the television. The patter of the rain outside was soothing, calming the boy's nerves, so when the phone rang a second time a few minutes later, he merely shrugged it off.
The answering machine clicked on, and silence filtered in through the speaker.
Kris rolled his eyes. "Seriously, that's the best he can do?"
About thirty minutes later, half-way through a bag of popcorn and towards the middle of Easy A, the phone rang once more. Kris' eyes flickered to the clock on the wall, and figured it was his mother calling on her break at the hospital.
"Hey, Mom!" Kris answered, smile lighting up his face.
Silence.
"…Mom?"
"Ah, Kris, I'm so happy I've finally got a hold of you." The sweet, slightly young sounding voice of a boy met Kris' ears and his smile fell.
"Chanyeol, if Jongin paid you to do some weird shit or something tonight, I swear I'm gonna be pissed."
"Who? There must be a misunderstanding, my name is Luhan, and I only require about bit of your time." Kris contemplated the boy over the phone, not really sure if he was up for telling the telemarketer that it was waaaay too fucking late to be trying to sell him anything, but…something told him he should be fair to the boy over the phone and just listen.
"Oh, I'm sorry, man. My friends have been…prank calling me tonight and I thought you were them." The boy chuckled and Kris could almost hear him nodding. "That's alright, I completely understand." A moment of silence, and Kris' long fingers picked at the edge of the popcorn bowl for a while before prompting, "So…why exactly are you calling, Mr. Luhan? My mother is busy at the moment." Kris thought he caught a snippet of conversation in the background on the other boys end of the phone, but just as he caught it, it went silent again.
"Ah, right. I'll just get right down to business. How would you, Kris, like to have anything you'd ever want?"
The blonde snorted, rolling his eyes. "Anything I'd ever want, huh? Riches? Women? Power?"
"Anything. Everything."
"Uh-huh…"
"You could have the strength of twenty men, rule over everything, and quite possibly destroy any enemy that crosses your path with a flick of the wrist. Or, more than likely suited to your…situation, a better living for your mother and yourself."
Another familiar snippet of sound and Kris froze, his eyes widening slightly. When he didn't respond the Luhan continued. "Living in that shack of an apartment while your mother works over time, hours and hours, trying to make sure she can support the both of you must be hard to deal with, no? Well I can make it so that you two never have to worry; never have to work another graveyard shift again. You can have riches beyond your wildest dreams."
A smile seemed to slither into the boys voice, and dammit there were those voices again-
The movie.
It was echoing, a slight beat off, but it was there. On the other end of the phone.
Kris' breath caught slightly, and he jumped up from the couch, eyes scanning the room, darting to the securely locked door. "How do you know anything about my family? What do you want?"
Luhan laughed, a "meant to be friendly" noise, which sounded anything but.
"Now that is a bit difficult to explain. But I can answer that if you'll agree to give me a just a bit of your time…"
Cautiously, the tall boy made his way to the window, peeking out from behind the curtains, seeing nothing but the street ahead, darkness, and his neighbors parked cars.
"You're not going to find me out there, Kris."
The voice seemed to rumble deep within the boy, sending a shudder up his spine, and he tried to compose himself.
He could just hang up, and call Jongin's cell and tell him he's won, and Kris is scared shitless right now and to end this sick joke.
And that's when Kris' cell phone rang, playing SNSD's “Twinkle”, causing Kris to jump out of his skin.
Dancing Machine Kai calling…
Kris mashes the talk button. "Okay, you win, Jongin. I'm scared, okay? Now can you please call of your little Happy Virus or whoever is doing the prank calling?"
"Wha…Kris, Chanyeol's staying over at my house tonight so is Zitao. What's your problem, hyung? None of us have been calling you."
Kris could distinctly hear Zitao and Chanyeol's greetings from Jongin's end, and he blanches.
Thunder snaps through everything, seeming to shake the house and Kris collectively, and that voice, that laugh- this Luhan person- is clear, filtering out of Kris' house phone.
"Is there a problem, Kris? Not exactly who you were hoping I was?"
And at the same time, Jongin's voice is calling out to the blonde, getting more frantic because Kris isn't answering, he can't bring himself to.
"O-oh God…" his cell phone falls from his hand and catches the edge of the table, the back and battery tumbling to the carpet. He pulls the house phone away from his ear, thinking he can take the number from the caller I.D. and trace it, somehow-
But the funny thing is, the phone screen is blank. The phone is dead.
Kris could hear Luhan's dark laugh, and he shakily pressed the phone back to his ear, his whole being frozen.
"What t-the fuck do you want from me? What a-are you?"
Luhan tsk's and hums patiently, "I am exactly who I told you, Kris. I just need you to agree in allowing me to take a few moments of your time."
Kris checked the door again, before kneeling down and using his free hand, putting his cell back together as fast as he could and turned it on, so that he can call the police. "If I d-do will you leave me alone?"
Luhan hums thoughtfully, causing the receiver to vibrate slightly against Kris' cheek, and silently the boy is pleading for this to just be a joke, but something inside told him otherwise.
Finally, the man answers.
"I will."
Kris releases a breath, and tried his hardest to keep from breaking down, and he nodded, realizing that the other couldn't see, but couldn't give a fuck. "Y-yes, okay, you h-have my time. Just say w-whatever you need to and l-leave me alone! I don't know who o-or what you are, but just l-leave!"
"Well thank you, Kris. See? That wasn't so hard now was it? But I do believe I have a previous engagement, so I'll have to leave the deal negotiations for a little while later. I just needed to secure and appointment with you. So many people in your town to make deals with, you know."
Kris sobbed slightly at Luhan's response, curling back into the couch, clutching his cell phone tight as it took its damn good time loading.
"Now don't be like that, Kris, we'll have plenty of time to get to know each other in due time. I'll be seeing you soon."
Luhan chuckled once more, before the phone went silent completely.
Kris was sitting on the couch, sobbing quietly as he stared at the phone, Jongin's ringtone playing as his cell was finally brought back to life.
And Kris went to answer his friend's more than likely panicked and worried call, wiping at his eyes, but missed it by just a split second.
56 Missed Calls...
That caught Kris a bit off guarded, as his phone hadn't been off for no more than a minute. With a shaking hand, he re-dialed his best friends number.
“KRIS, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?! WE'VE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR ALMOST TWO HOURS! CHANYEOL AND ZITAO ARE HEADING TO YOUR HOUSE NOW.”
Kris sobbed incoherencies, which panicked Jongin even more, prompting him to ask if he was hurt or in trouble. As the blonde grappled with his composer, tell Jongin he had the freakiest phone call, a chill ran up his spine.
“J-Jongin, how long d-did you say i-it's been?”
“What? Kris, it's been two hours, what are you--”
Kris' face paled and he swallowed thickly, phone trembling in his grip.
Just as a frantic pounding came at the door, both Zitao's and Chanyeol's voice called out his name from the other side, a soft, sweet voice purred in Kris' free ear.
“Now, Kris. How about that a deal?”
fin.