23. Damaged (Kevin)
Somehow I always write well at ridiculous hours? Okay. I'll roll with it. Inspired by the opening of "Take me Away" by U-Kiss (you know, with the sirens and the piano and it sounded sad as hell to me ;_;)
WC: Over 1000
Rating: PG-13 for violence.
Focus: Kevin
Type: Oneshot
DAMAGED
Laying against the cold of the pavement, Kevin wanted nothing more than to get out of this hell he was living. Seeing the lights from the street bleed together, he couldn’t tell how much of it was because of his tears, and how much was from the fact that he hurt so badly that the pain was bringing on delirium. Five months ago, Kevin considered himself to be rather happy. He had the life every American boy wanted. He was content with his schooling, living in California, where the city’s busy and the babes were pretty, although Kevin never much cared for them. Growing up in a loving home, with a family that was always supportive of him as he traveled from audition to audition, until one finally asked him to come to Korea. They would give him a month to tie up loose ends at home, before moving to Korea, where he would become a trainee.
Saying goodbye was harder than he thought it’d be. The day he left, he was a wreck. He slowly began realizing the fact that he’d be leaving behind not only his family, but his friends, including a boy who Kevin was never sure was gay or not, but was cute anyway; his school, the site of most of his memories, and any other remainders of his old life. But, with his chin held high, he boarded the plane into the great unknown, and hopefully it would lead him to even better places.
But, getting there, he realized the dark side to the agreements he had made. He was put on strict diets, to get his figure to be the exact size the management wanted it to be. He was trained hard in dance lessons, any misstep would result in extra time added on to the end, and being slightly clumsy in the beginnings of his training, the lessons would often extend a full half hour, sometimes even a full hour beyond their scheduled end.
Finally, his fellow trainees. After all, if it weren’t for those assholes, he wouldn’t be in the situation he was in. Every time he would screw up in dance lessons, they’d stare at him, dirty looks, letting him know that he was the reason they all got screwed, and they’d never live it down.
Well, all of them except one would do that. His name was Eli. The same height as Kevin, built more strongly, but not overdone; with dark hair and enticing eyes, the kind that you could stare at and whole stories would play themselves out in his gaze. The two of them roomed near each other, and the fact that Eli always made his gaze more an assurance that everything would be okay, were what got Kevin to pay attention to Eli. The more attention he paid to Eli, however, the more he began to realize...Eli was hot.
He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but he couldn’t stop staring at Eli. The way he walked, the way he moved, the way he looked in the tight tank tops he’d always wear to lessons...so, he began to approach Eli on breaks, and in the dorm. The two began to talk more, exchanging information, and hanging out once in a while.
One night in particular, however, Eli seemed different than normal. He seemed...almost closer. It was a nice closeness, though. Eli seemed inviting, however Kevin couldn’t quite figure out what Eli was trying to say, so he decided on the only solution he could think of.
He kissed Eli. Slowly leaning in, he closed his eyes and leaned in, to receive a quick peck and strong hands pushing him off.
“...what was that?” Eli blinked, not quite sure what to make of the man who just kissed him.
“I’m...” Kevin stared at the ground in embarrassment, stuttering in a complete loss of eloquence. “...I’m...I-I-I’m...sorry.”
Without a word, Eli departed. Kevin began to follow at a slower pace. Even though it’d be an awkward end to the “date,” taking the same path home, they lived in the same place. The next night, after lessons with a particularly cold Eli, Kevin found himself wandering the streets for something to eat. He found a nearby vendor, selling cheap food alongside the street, and he paid the man, took the bag and began to walk back home. Hearing the clatter of footsteps around him, he contributed it to a busy sidewalk, late night, everyone rushing to get home. Upon further thought, however, he noticed four different sets of footsteps, all matching almost the exact same pace as him.
Seeing the shadows surrounding his own silhouette, Kevin began to walk faster, as the figures made pace, until Kevin finally attempted to break into a full-fledged sprint, to be held back by two pairs of strong arms, as the figures pushed him back into a dark alley, near the street but dark enough that no one could see what was happening.
“Heard you like Eli, huh, fag?” yelled one of the men, his face covered by a bandana, though the eyes seemed somewhat familiar. The man pushed him into a second, larger man, Kevin couldn’t see him, but he felt him as the figure wrapped his arms around the upper half of his body, a knife coming to his throat.
“Scream and you’re dead, fucking flamer.” the third boy yelled. “You’d better not squirm either, or it’s only gonna hurt worse....now, do it.” Signaling to the fourth boy, he brandished a fist into Kevin’s abdomen, knocking all the breath out of him. Kevin already felt dizzy from the first hit, but another blow came, soon he was thrown on the ground, and four feet all came at different points, until a siren was heard and the boys scattered.
Laying against the asphalt, Kevin wondered if this is what was intended for him. What kind of god would let someone be damaged so brutally, both inside and out? Ripping him out of a perfect life, to be hated, misunderstood, beaten and left to die by god-knows-who. The last months beginning to replay in his head, he felt the tears falling, Kevin trying to control his breathing, the fact it hurt to breathe rhythmically, let alone in syncopation, with short catches and uncontrollable fits, was making it practically unbearable. From the sheer amount of pain, Kevin began to feel himself slip out of consciousness as a faint siren was heard at the very edge of his ear’s reach.
WC: Over 1000
Rating: PG-13 for violence.
Focus: Kevin
Type: Oneshot
DAMAGED
Laying against the cold of the pavement, Kevin wanted nothing more than to get out of this hell he was living. Seeing the lights from the street bleed together, he couldn’t tell how much of it was because of his tears, and how much was from the fact that he hurt so badly that the pain was bringing on delirium. Five months ago, Kevin considered himself to be rather happy. He had the life every American boy wanted. He was content with his schooling, living in California, where the city’s busy and the babes were pretty, although Kevin never much cared for them. Growing up in a loving home, with a family that was always supportive of him as he traveled from audition to audition, until one finally asked him to come to Korea. They would give him a month to tie up loose ends at home, before moving to Korea, where he would become a trainee.
Saying goodbye was harder than he thought it’d be. The day he left, he was a wreck. He slowly began realizing the fact that he’d be leaving behind not only his family, but his friends, including a boy who Kevin was never sure was gay or not, but was cute anyway; his school, the site of most of his memories, and any other remainders of his old life. But, with his chin held high, he boarded the plane into the great unknown, and hopefully it would lead him to even better places.
But, getting there, he realized the dark side to the agreements he had made. He was put on strict diets, to get his figure to be the exact size the management wanted it to be. He was trained hard in dance lessons, any misstep would result in extra time added on to the end, and being slightly clumsy in the beginnings of his training, the lessons would often extend a full half hour, sometimes even a full hour beyond their scheduled end.
Finally, his fellow trainees. After all, if it weren’t for those assholes, he wouldn’t be in the situation he was in. Every time he would screw up in dance lessons, they’d stare at him, dirty looks, letting him know that he was the reason they all got screwed, and they’d never live it down.
Well, all of them except one would do that. His name was Eli. The same height as Kevin, built more strongly, but not overdone; with dark hair and enticing eyes, the kind that you could stare at and whole stories would play themselves out in his gaze. The two of them roomed near each other, and the fact that Eli always made his gaze more an assurance that everything would be okay, were what got Kevin to pay attention to Eli. The more attention he paid to Eli, however, the more he began to realize...Eli was hot.
He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but he couldn’t stop staring at Eli. The way he walked, the way he moved, the way he looked in the tight tank tops he’d always wear to lessons...so, he began to approach Eli on breaks, and in the dorm. The two began to talk more, exchanging information, and hanging out once in a while.
One night in particular, however, Eli seemed different than normal. He seemed...almost closer. It was a nice closeness, though. Eli seemed inviting, however Kevin couldn’t quite figure out what Eli was trying to say, so he decided on the only solution he could think of.
He kissed Eli. Slowly leaning in, he closed his eyes and leaned in, to receive a quick peck and strong hands pushing him off.
“...what was that?” Eli blinked, not quite sure what to make of the man who just kissed him.
“I’m...” Kevin stared at the ground in embarrassment, stuttering in a complete loss of eloquence. “...I’m...I-I-I’m...sorry.”
Without a word, Eli departed. Kevin began to follow at a slower pace. Even though it’d be an awkward end to the “date,” taking the same path home, they lived in the same place. The next night, after lessons with a particularly cold Eli, Kevin found himself wandering the streets for something to eat. He found a nearby vendor, selling cheap food alongside the street, and he paid the man, took the bag and began to walk back home. Hearing the clatter of footsteps around him, he contributed it to a busy sidewalk, late night, everyone rushing to get home. Upon further thought, however, he noticed four different sets of footsteps, all matching almost the exact same pace as him.
Seeing the shadows surrounding his own silhouette, Kevin began to walk faster, as the figures made pace, until Kevin finally attempted to break into a full-fledged sprint, to be held back by two pairs of strong arms, as the figures pushed him back into a dark alley, near the street but dark enough that no one could see what was happening.
“Heard you like Eli, huh, fag?” yelled one of the men, his face covered by a bandana, though the eyes seemed somewhat familiar. The man pushed him into a second, larger man, Kevin couldn’t see him, but he felt him as the figure wrapped his arms around the upper half of his body, a knife coming to his throat.
“Scream and you’re dead, fucking flamer.” the third boy yelled. “You’d better not squirm either, or it’s only gonna hurt worse....now, do it.” Signaling to the fourth boy, he brandished a fist into Kevin’s abdomen, knocking all the breath out of him. Kevin already felt dizzy from the first hit, but another blow came, soon he was thrown on the ground, and four feet all came at different points, until a siren was heard and the boys scattered.
Laying against the asphalt, Kevin wondered if this is what was intended for him. What kind of god would let someone be damaged so brutally, both inside and out? Ripping him out of a perfect life, to be hated, misunderstood, beaten and left to die by god-knows-who. The last months beginning to replay in his head, he felt the tears falling, Kevin trying to control his breathing, the fact it hurt to breathe rhythmically, let alone in syncopation, with short catches and uncontrollable fits, was making it practically unbearable. From the sheer amount of pain, Kevin began to feel himself slip out of consciousness as a faint siren was heard at the very edge of his ear’s reach.