Free Kittens 5
Title: Free Kittens
Author: Kimchifuu/Pixziestikxz
Genre: AU, !vampire
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: TofuHo [Minho and Jinki] (and HyunMin [Jong HYun and Taemin] but they come later, mkay? ♥)
Warning: Swearing. the works.
A/N: *headdesks*
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Jinki opens his eyes to meet a bright light; is he finally dead? He moans and closes his eyes once again. But they fly open again when he hears a familiar voice close by.
“So you’re awake now. How are you feeling?” Jinki lolls his head to the side and sees Minho.
“Choi Minho,” Jinki utters. He feels the want to lift his hand and touch the boy’s face, but he can’t move his arm. He groans and closes his eyes again.
Minho is taken back for a moment; how did Jinki know his name?
“H-how did you-“
“Nameplate” Jinki cuts him off, and opens his palm to reveal Minho’s golden nameplate. Jinki grabbed it when he saw it falling off Minho’s shirt earlier, and hasn’t let go of it since. Minho blinks a few times before he takes it and places it on the table beside his bed. He kneels down beside Jinki and places his hand against his forehead.
“You’re not sick. Well, at least you don’t have a fever.” Minho breathes out a sigh of relief and places his head on Jinki’s chest. He frowns when he hears no heartbeat, or doesn’t feel his chest going up and down. “B-but you’re-no. I think I’ve been in the rain for too long.” Minho sighs and shakes his head, before he gets up and takes the bowl of noodles he’s been cooling off for a while. He’d called Jong Hyun earlier to ask for permission to leave work early. Jong Hyun didn’t seem to care. He places the bowl on the table, beside his name tag, and smiles down at Jinki. “You should eat.”
“No. I’m not hungry.” Jinki smiles back, and finally realizes that he’s under a blanket. He almost forgot how it feels like to be dry after being under the rain for so long; he almost forgets how nice it feels. Then again, he finds out after looking back at his thoughts, he doesn’t really remember much at all. He hears Minho’s stomach growl, and laughs slightly. “You eat it.”
“No, you need it more than I do. Please, eat.” Minho shoves the bowl closer, and Jinki shakes his head. “Please,” Minho pleads again. “You’ve been under the rain all this time, haven’t you? I’ve seen you under that box, and those kids bringing you food.” Minho admits shyly, placing a hand on the back of his neck.
“So you have, haven’t you?” Jinki smiles amusedly. “I suppose you’d know by now that my name is Jinki.” Jinki grins, almost teasingly, and Minho nods. “Oh yeah, those two kids were so nice. Do you happen to know what happened to them?”
Minho bites his lip and stares down at Jinki. “They’re not here anymore. They’ve gone on to a better place.” He sighs, not liking the sound of the half truths in his statement, but he didn’t want to disappoint Jinki.
“Oh, I see.” Jinki trails off, somewhat sad to have lost his acquaintances.
“Yeah, now are you going to eat or do I need to force you to?” Minho grins, holding the bowl and a pair of chopsticks in his hand.
“I-I’m not hungry, really!” Jinki shakes his head again; the burning in his throat is still there, but by now he’s gotten just a bit used to it. “Some water would be fine, though.”
“No, you’re eating.” Minho takes a bit of noodles and shoves it in Jinki’s mouth before he can complain. Jinki winces and forces the food down his already constricted throat. Minho doesn’t miss that, and immediately grabs him a glass of water. Jinki drinks, and drinks, but the burning in his throat doesn’t go away. If anything, it only worsens. He lies on the bed, panting slightly, eyes half lidded, and Minho can only stand beside him and look down in worry. Maybe he should have taken Jinki to the hospital in the first place. Jinki groans and tilts his head to the side, exposing the side of his neck. Then, Minho’s worst fear is confirmed.
Jinki’s a vampire.
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“So, uh, Jinki, how old are you?”
“Twenty one, I think.” Jinki is still lying down on Minho’s bed, feeling quite guilty about taking up space and not being able to do anything. “A-are you sure you’re okay with me being here?” He asks restlessly, and Minho smiles at him and pats his shoulder.
“I’m sure.” He replies with a warm smile. But what I’m not so sure about is how many decades or centuries you’ve been twenty one, exactly. He sighs and gets up to pour himself a cup of water.
“If you don’t mind me asking, why were you living under a box?” Minho curls his fingers around the tall glass, smooth and cold and refreshing against his touch.
“B-because I had nowhere else to seek shelter in, that’s why.” Jinki gulps.
“I see. Well, I’ve lived here my whole life. The town is pretty small. I know almost every one. But I’m certain I’ve never seen you before. Where’d you come from before?”
Jinki blinks furiously and stares at the bland ceiling ahead of him. “I don’t know. I can’t remember.”
“Do you think you can stay here for just a bit more? I think I need to go somewhere.” Minho sighs and places the glass back on the counter. Jinki nods.
“I’ll be fine. Thanks.” He closes his eyes as he hears the door click shut.