Behind the Sex - Chapter 16
Title: Behind the Sex
Fandom(s) : U-KISS
Pairing(s): KeMaru
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance
Warnings: Awful!English
Author's Notes: My second NaNoWriMo, and a rather bold decision, if I might say :)! Hopefully doesn't contain too much inaccuracies, and if it does, please ignore it? >_>?
Prologue :: Chapter 1 :: Chapter 2 :: Chapter 3 :: Chapter 4 :: Chapter 5 :: Chapter 6 :: Chapter 7
Chapter 8 :: Chapter 9 :: Chapter 10 :: Chapter 11 :: Chapter 12 :: Chapter 13 :: Chapter 14 :: Chapter 15
It was the third month already, Kibum mentally counted. The days just kept on passing by, so quickly that in a flash, he only has so little time left. But then again, he couldn’t possibly rush any process. Humans take time to warm up to people, take time to slowly reveal the little bits and pieces of themselves.
Wasn’t that one reason why they had six months?
“I’ll wait for you in the lobby until you’re done.” Kibum stated the usual thing he said, waving a little to Kevin before driving to the car park. The younger man smiled, then walking into the unfamiliar hotel his client had booked a room in, checking his phone for the room number he had been texted.
Kibum stepped on the pedal and drove to the car park, packing his items from the back seat since Kevin has been taking the front seat next to him. Kevin didn’t like sitting behind like they were really some chauffeur and passenger, preferring to sit in front and chat with the older man. Smiling at the thought, Kibum continued picking out his homework, catching up on the lectures he had missed for the past two days.
He wondered how long this appointment would take.
-
“You’re here.” A man smiled, reaching over to cup his face so suddenly Kevin had to manage his expression in the one second that he was shocked.
“Mm, did you wait long?” Kevin sweetly asked, slinging his arms around the man’s neck, leaning so naturally against him. The man didn’t reply, closing the door before carrying Kevin in his arms. He then moved further into the room, where Kevin realised, had another two people waiting.
Kevin widened his eyes, frightened. Quickly regaining his composure, he smiled calmly despite being unsure. “If there were the three of you, you would have to pay three times the price.”
There was a sweet tone which Kevin purposefully added, wanting to keep the atmosphere as light as possible.
“Sure.” They all nodded, agreeing.
That should be all, Kevin thought. Should get to his job already, then.
Except that what he expected wasn’t what happened. Three men climbed onto the bed the first man laid him on, each working on something to remove. One removed his shoes, the other unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt, while the last man undid his belt so swiftly one would think he was experienced.
“I told you he was an easy kitten.” The man removing his shoes hummed, helping the man removing his pants pull it down to his ankles and then off his feet. “He would do anything for money.”
Kevin didn’t like the tone in those words. Of course he was doing this for money. Who would do such a thing willingly? A part of him was nagging him, telling him this wasn’t what he meant. Then what did he mean? Aren’t they going to take turns to have sex with him?
Although from the current situation, that thought seemed to be slightly illogical.
Kevin probably had never been so busy before, having to tease one man’s erection with his tongue and stroke the other two man’s with his two hands. Rotating around periodically to make sure every man was tended to, he was about to faint from exhaustion when two men stood up.
He had thought they would leave for a while, so he could have proper sex with the last man. He thus continued deep-throating the man, tongue tracing zigzag patterns. He smirked slightly when the man grabbed his hair, moaning, and thought he was the real easy one. It was just a simple blowjob and he was getting all tensed over it.
Kevin frowned slightly, realising his hips were being held and raised such that he was bending forward on his knees. What were they doing?
The man before him started thrusting faster, and the hurried thrusts made him want to gag a little. He felt a prod at his entrance from the back, finally comprehending what was happening. They were going to do it all together.
That was…fine-
“Ummm!” Kevin’s painful scream was muffled by the erection still moving in and out of his mouth, as he felt not one, but two erections intruding him from behind. Tears instantly welled up in his eyes, the rough entering tearing him apart like a sharp knife being driven into his entrance. It sliced through his entire being and Kevin thought he was going to die, the pain indescribable but so clearly ripping him into two. They didn’t give him a chance to scream, a chance to even breathe, and the man before him was actually sighing happily at the vibrations Kevin’s inaudible screams were sending up his spine.
The two behind, Kevin had no idea how they were doing it but he didn’t want to know either, started thrusting at a ragged pace. Every shove back in tore him a little more, and this pain was like electric current at fifteen amperes being driven through every cell in his body, electrifying every part and causing him to be unable to even move. He was motionless to their thrusts, and the pain. The pain hadn’t reached the point of numbness, at all. The intensity kept increasing, the burn, the friction no longer something that caused him a growing erection.
This was torture, every bit of it.
He couldn’t even scream, his mouth blocked by the stiff member in his mouth. His mouth was wide open in an attempt to yell for them to stop, but this seemed to only make the man before him pleased, liking the way Kevin’s teeth grazed across his length. Kevin could only limply clench both fists tightly about the bed sheets, feeling his useless tears fall as a weak protest against this treatment.
Why was he always so hopeless? Why would he never learn to save himself?
He could feel blood trickling out from the wounds inside him caused by the two man behind. As if the sight of blood aroused them more, they thrust faster, harder, without a care for Kevin’s agony.
Kevin yelled to his loudest when the man before him pulled out for that short moment. Kevin’s knees were slowly giving way, he was slowly losing strength - to fight, to scream, to breathe. He wasn’t even able to support his own weight anymore, sinking lower and closer to the bed, the only thing that wasn’t treating him roughly, that wasn’t treating him like he didn’t have a life.
Why wouldn’t these men understand that he was only a human, and there was no way he could handle three men, blinded by lust? How could they not realise-
Maybe they don’t care.
Kevin felt a hand brush away his tears, and he looked up emptily. What did he want? The man didn’t return the gaze, only focusing on his thrusts into Kevin’s mouth. Surely, Kevin didn’t expect him to look apologetic, right?
Nothing could save him now.
An acute attack of pain jolted through his being, another wound apparently opening due to the friction. He arched his back, the limited motion he was restricted to by the three men, as if isolating the pain. It could stay there, as long as it doesn’t reach his brain, as long as his brain doesn’t recognise it, maybe he wouldn’t feel it.
He remembered this familiar pain, images of the past haunts him, taunts him as he writhed in anguish. That snicker that man had while holding his small, frail body, those perverted eyes scanning his naked figure, that animalistic thrust while he clung onto the last of his life.
And the affliction stung harder, stronger than what he remembered right then. Like termites biting on his skin and leaving poison in its wake, the misery never ended.
Even his blood wasn’t enough lubricant to ease the burn that was scorching like a strong forest fire inside him, only making it worse. And Kevin pathetically laughed at himself. Despite the insincere fits of laughter being muffled, he laughed. He laughed at how the only thing he could do was cry, because at any one point of time, he only knew how to cry.
Useless. Useless being.
Kevin wasn’t sure when he started tuning out, but he was thankful that the numbness finally settled in. The three men came at the same time, riding out at a similar rhythm before leaving him on bed, bleeding.
A man climbed over him from behind to press a kiss on his cheek, while another brought a luggage full of money out from the side of the room he had left it. Kevin wasn’t able to witness the man unlocking the said luggage, giving it a strong swing and then emptying the contents all over Kevin. He could only smell the money falling over his naked form, seeing some fall onto the floor before his eyes.
He knew what they were trying to do. Humiliate him completely and let him see his worth before his eyes. Show him that he was such an easy prostitute, selling his body so casually to three men. He deserved this humiliation. Even he was ashamed of himself.
The three simultaneously thanked him for the sex, a voice resounding in the room, reminding Kevin of his pain.
“I’d sure find you again.”
The loud bang on the door five minutes later, after they washed and dressed up, was the trigger. Kevin couldn’t stop his tears, wailing loudly like a little baby. Sex had never been painful since the very first time. The very first time he knew about it, Kevin promised that was the first and the last time he would let any man hurt him sexually. He knew the pain well, too well, all too well. So well that he never wanted to feel it once more.
And he never thought it was possible for any man’s length to tear him apart. He was somewhat correct, because tonight, it had been two men’s erections.
A flash past his head, and he was painfully reminded that he had another appointment. What next? Was it going to be a party of five men? He tried moving his leg, and panicked when he couldn’t. Please don’t let him become crippled, please. He never chose this life, please don’t torture him anymore.
He tried pulling onto the leg, realising he could at least still feel his toes slightly.
No, he wasn’t going to the next man this way. Kibum, he had to tell Kibum to cancel it. So he reached, despite the pain rushing through his nerves once more, for his phone to give the older man a call.
Kibum picked up the call rather lightly, about to ramble that he was going to wait for Kevin in the lift lobby when Kevin screamed his name.
“Kevin?” Kibum frowned at the other end of the conversation, worried. “What is it?”
“C-Cancel the next appointment. A-And leave me alone. I want to stay here for a while.” Kevin shakily said, eyeing a fifty thousand won note with disgust. Kevin angrily threw it, watching it gently swayed its way down to the floor.
“Kevin, what’s wrong?” Kibum quickly packed his stuff, not understanding but realising that the situation must be horrible.
“I can’t m-move.” The younger sobbed sorrowfully, wishing Kibum would come over and make him feel better. He didn’t know how the older man was going to do that, but he really didn’t want to face this alone.
“Where are you? I’ll come over immediately.”
-
Kibum had called the brothel and told them Kevin wasn’t able to go to the next appointment because he was hurt, so much that he couldn’t move. They plainly said they would explain to the customer and all he has to do is make sure Kevin gets well before tomorrow, so that he doesn’t have to cancel any appointments.
They didn’t even ask what happened. Kibum stared at his phone for a second, having a better idea of what sort of life Kevin had. He didn’t like it.
Of course Kibum had realised if Kevin couldn’t move, Kevin couldn’t open the door for him. Watching a young woman push the trolley containing many tissue boxes and clean bed sheets, he then went up to her fearlessly and started using one of the few tactics he had mastered to lure the master card out of her.
Running to the room number Kevin had sent him, he thought about the things that could have happened. Kevin didn’t say, apparently very affected by the issue. What was it? What could anyone do to paralyse Kevin?
And at the moment, when all logical thoughts flew out of his head with Kevin as his primary concern, Kibum didn’t realise that he lost his identity as a student studying psychology. He was a man that was protective of Kevin. Emotions had long taken over the logic in his head, and his supposed job to analyse the different Kevin he saw in different situations disintegrated. A part of him didn’t mind giving up his dream for Kevin. He wanted to be there for the younger man, he wanted to alter what had been planned for Kevin and Kevin alone.
But no, not yet. He couldn’t do a thing, no, he shouldn’t do a thing about it.
Kibum’s heart pumped loudly, a second turned into what felt like an hour as he waited for the door to signal it was unlocked. He then pushed open the door, walking along the walkway. Did he want to see this? What would he see? His legs, however, brought him to see the scene he never wanted to see again.
Blood dripping from Kevin’s bloody entrance, staining the white sheets surrounding him. Kevin’s limbs, awkwardly positioned, the younger man hardly moving. Money messily fallen over him, almost like a blanket covering Kevin. The only sign of life was the shaking evident from his shoulders - Kevin was still crying.
Kibum rushed before Kevin’s eyes, hands cupping the small face, gently wiping the fresh tears that kept rolling down his pale cheeks. This was what he didn’t want to see once more. Those lifeless eyes, barely seeing him even though Kibum was right before him.
“It…hurts…” Kevin whispered inaudibly, and Kibum bit his lower lip forcefully to stop himself from crying. “Th-Three of…”
He had promised to take care of Kevin’s future. Kevin was never supposed to end up this way. This thought suddenly angered him, fist clenched with a furious tremble. Those three men, Kibum effortlessly inferred, they better pay for their deed. Kibum didn’t mean money. Money wouldn’t fix this broken body, this broken heart. They better pay with their lives-
“Ki…bum…it…hurts…”
With tears in his own eyes, Kibum helped Kevin into his arms, carrying the younger into the bathroom. He wasn’t sure if this was going to be correct, but whatever it was, Kibum had to wash away the blood before it dries up. Maybe he could wash away any possible bacteria at the same time, and maybe the water could soothe the pain.
Please, just make him feel better. Kibum prayed, blinking his tears away and sniffling slightly. Why did Kevin have to go through this the second time?
Kevin wrapped his arms around Kibum’s neck tightly, afraid to fall, afraid to leave this slight comfort he was left with. Kibum didn’t let him go either, turning on both the hot and cold water tap to get a flow of warm water filling up the bath tub. Holding Kevin steadily in his arms, he gently lowered the younger boy when the water level was high enough, not releasing Kevin despite that. Kevin probably couldn’t even sit, and Kibum didn’t want to test this theory out.
Even if his muscles only had this much capabilities, to hold Kevin for this amount of time, he didn’t want to put Kevin down. This muscle strain was probably only one tenth of what Kevin was going through. Kevin, noticing the subtle tremble, leaned his weight closer to Kibum’s chest in hopes of easing the burden.
He would have told Kibum to let go, but he didn’t have the strength to say he was fine.
He wasn’t fine.
The gory red shade of his blood that coloured the otherwise transparent bath of water was the first indication. The coppery smell invading their sense of smell was the second. The sharp pain when Kibum’s fingers brush across his abused entrance was the third.
“I’m sorry, I’ll try to be more careful.” Kibum winced as Kevin flinched, feeling the pain from the shallow breathing. He gently lured out the blood clot that was apparent, needing to make sure there was as little possibility of infection as it was possible. He didn’t want to imagine what worse situation can arise from this.
“Thank you.” Kevin muttered, exhausted. Whatever Kibum was: a customer, a driver, a friend, Kevin wished he could stay by his side like this. Kibum’s presence was comforting, and he wanted the older man to not leave like he was just another passer-by in his ever-changing life.
No one ever cared for him so much.
He could have been left to rot, and he wouldn’t mind. He had lived his life this way for fourteen years. Solitary, lonely, and if you would want to nicely put it, independent. For fourteen years, men come, men go. Regulars sent him gifts, jewelleries, clothes, and then they live on with their lives, as if Kevin had never been a part of it. There had never been an emotional attachment, because there was never a need. In this job, you take whatever man who comes. In this job, you let go whatever man who goes.
Kibum crossed that specific boundary, trampled over the line. And a secret part of him felt loved. He liked this feeling, he wanted this feeling to stay. This feeling eased the sore, warmed his heart and it was like he was in his mother’s embrace once more.
He hugged the older man’s body closer, sobbing quietly. This gentleness, a huge contrast to the previous rowdiness. This gentleness, luring him to sleep.
Kibum might be just being nice, but as long as this could go on, Kevin would do anything to keep it.
-
Kibum had sent Kevin quietly back to his dormitory, covering his form with a blanket. Placing a gentle kiss on the younger’s forehead, he wished him a good night, almost the exact situation fourteen years ago.
He didn’t want to leave Kevin in the dormitory alone at first, wanting to make sure Kevin’s wounds would be all right and that he could cope with the pain the next morning. The doctor had cringed at the wounds so deep in, having to remove the blood clots Kibum couldn’t and fix whatever he could. Prescribing some painkillers and ointment for the wound, he spoke to Kibum and warned him to prevent Kevin from any sexual activity for at least three days.
Kevin had been sleeping so peacefully, and Kibum was thankful the younger could at least sleep. At least there was something to take away the pain. Without waking the younger up, he then drove back to the brothel and placed him on his comfortable bed.
In the end, he was chased out since the brothel had rules that without the verbal consent of the prostitute, no one was to stay in the dormitory.
Kibum thought about the issue as he sat on his bed, smiling softly. It wasn’t as bitter as he thought it would be, neither was it the happy sort. Just, a smile, at the realisation that their paths were really made to cross.
Fourteen years ago, now fourteen years later. Would Kibum leave Kevin once more into fate’s cruel hands? Was Kevin really just a mere subject for his project?
Kibum groaned, a migraine biting his head.
Would it be wise to let instincts take over his actions?
-
School...;~; It's not even school, it's the people. :(
Fandom(s) : U-KISS
Pairing(s): KeMaru
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance
Warnings: Awful!English
Author's Notes: My second NaNoWriMo, and a rather bold decision, if I might say :)! Hopefully doesn't contain too much inaccuracies, and if it does, please ignore it? >_>?
Prologue :: Chapter 1 :: Chapter 2 :: Chapter 3 :: Chapter 4 :: Chapter 5 :: Chapter 6 :: Chapter 7
Chapter 8 :: Chapter 9 :: Chapter 10 :: Chapter 11 :: Chapter 12 :: Chapter 13 :: Chapter 14 :: Chapter 15
It was the third month already, Kibum mentally counted. The days just kept on passing by, so quickly that in a flash, he only has so little time left. But then again, he couldn’t possibly rush any process. Humans take time to warm up to people, take time to slowly reveal the little bits and pieces of themselves.
Wasn’t that one reason why they had six months?
“I’ll wait for you in the lobby until you’re done.” Kibum stated the usual thing he said, waving a little to Kevin before driving to the car park. The younger man smiled, then walking into the unfamiliar hotel his client had booked a room in, checking his phone for the room number he had been texted.
Kibum stepped on the pedal and drove to the car park, packing his items from the back seat since Kevin has been taking the front seat next to him. Kevin didn’t like sitting behind like they were really some chauffeur and passenger, preferring to sit in front and chat with the older man. Smiling at the thought, Kibum continued picking out his homework, catching up on the lectures he had missed for the past two days.
He wondered how long this appointment would take.
-
“You’re here.” A man smiled, reaching over to cup his face so suddenly Kevin had to manage his expression in the one second that he was shocked.
“Mm, did you wait long?” Kevin sweetly asked, slinging his arms around the man’s neck, leaning so naturally against him. The man didn’t reply, closing the door before carrying Kevin in his arms. He then moved further into the room, where Kevin realised, had another two people waiting.
Kevin widened his eyes, frightened. Quickly regaining his composure, he smiled calmly despite being unsure. “If there were the three of you, you would have to pay three times the price.”
There was a sweet tone which Kevin purposefully added, wanting to keep the atmosphere as light as possible.
“Sure.” They all nodded, agreeing.
That should be all, Kevin thought. Should get to his job already, then.
Except that what he expected wasn’t what happened. Three men climbed onto the bed the first man laid him on, each working on something to remove. One removed his shoes, the other unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt, while the last man undid his belt so swiftly one would think he was experienced.
“I told you he was an easy kitten.” The man removing his shoes hummed, helping the man removing his pants pull it down to his ankles and then off his feet. “He would do anything for money.”
Kevin didn’t like the tone in those words. Of course he was doing this for money. Who would do such a thing willingly? A part of him was nagging him, telling him this wasn’t what he meant. Then what did he mean? Aren’t they going to take turns to have sex with him?
Although from the current situation, that thought seemed to be slightly illogical.
Kevin probably had never been so busy before, having to tease one man’s erection with his tongue and stroke the other two man’s with his two hands. Rotating around periodically to make sure every man was tended to, he was about to faint from exhaustion when two men stood up.
He had thought they would leave for a while, so he could have proper sex with the last man. He thus continued deep-throating the man, tongue tracing zigzag patterns. He smirked slightly when the man grabbed his hair, moaning, and thought he was the real easy one. It was just a simple blowjob and he was getting all tensed over it.
Kevin frowned slightly, realising his hips were being held and raised such that he was bending forward on his knees. What were they doing?
The man before him started thrusting faster, and the hurried thrusts made him want to gag a little. He felt a prod at his entrance from the back, finally comprehending what was happening. They were going to do it all together.
That was…fine-
“Ummm!” Kevin’s painful scream was muffled by the erection still moving in and out of his mouth, as he felt not one, but two erections intruding him from behind. Tears instantly welled up in his eyes, the rough entering tearing him apart like a sharp knife being driven into his entrance. It sliced through his entire being and Kevin thought he was going to die, the pain indescribable but so clearly ripping him into two. They didn’t give him a chance to scream, a chance to even breathe, and the man before him was actually sighing happily at the vibrations Kevin’s inaudible screams were sending up his spine.
The two behind, Kevin had no idea how they were doing it but he didn’t want to know either, started thrusting at a ragged pace. Every shove back in tore him a little more, and this pain was like electric current at fifteen amperes being driven through every cell in his body, electrifying every part and causing him to be unable to even move. He was motionless to their thrusts, and the pain. The pain hadn’t reached the point of numbness, at all. The intensity kept increasing, the burn, the friction no longer something that caused him a growing erection.
This was torture, every bit of it.
He couldn’t even scream, his mouth blocked by the stiff member in his mouth. His mouth was wide open in an attempt to yell for them to stop, but this seemed to only make the man before him pleased, liking the way Kevin’s teeth grazed across his length. Kevin could only limply clench both fists tightly about the bed sheets, feeling his useless tears fall as a weak protest against this treatment.
Why was he always so hopeless? Why would he never learn to save himself?
He could feel blood trickling out from the wounds inside him caused by the two man behind. As if the sight of blood aroused them more, they thrust faster, harder, without a care for Kevin’s agony.
Kevin yelled to his loudest when the man before him pulled out for that short moment. Kevin’s knees were slowly giving way, he was slowly losing strength - to fight, to scream, to breathe. He wasn’t even able to support his own weight anymore, sinking lower and closer to the bed, the only thing that wasn’t treating him roughly, that wasn’t treating him like he didn’t have a life.
Why wouldn’t these men understand that he was only a human, and there was no way he could handle three men, blinded by lust? How could they not realise-
Maybe they don’t care.
Kevin felt a hand brush away his tears, and he looked up emptily. What did he want? The man didn’t return the gaze, only focusing on his thrusts into Kevin’s mouth. Surely, Kevin didn’t expect him to look apologetic, right?
Nothing could save him now.
An acute attack of pain jolted through his being, another wound apparently opening due to the friction. He arched his back, the limited motion he was restricted to by the three men, as if isolating the pain. It could stay there, as long as it doesn’t reach his brain, as long as his brain doesn’t recognise it, maybe he wouldn’t feel it.
He remembered this familiar pain, images of the past haunts him, taunts him as he writhed in anguish. That snicker that man had while holding his small, frail body, those perverted eyes scanning his naked figure, that animalistic thrust while he clung onto the last of his life.
And the affliction stung harder, stronger than what he remembered right then. Like termites biting on his skin and leaving poison in its wake, the misery never ended.
Even his blood wasn’t enough lubricant to ease the burn that was scorching like a strong forest fire inside him, only making it worse. And Kevin pathetically laughed at himself. Despite the insincere fits of laughter being muffled, he laughed. He laughed at how the only thing he could do was cry, because at any one point of time, he only knew how to cry.
Useless. Useless being.
Kevin wasn’t sure when he started tuning out, but he was thankful that the numbness finally settled in. The three men came at the same time, riding out at a similar rhythm before leaving him on bed, bleeding.
A man climbed over him from behind to press a kiss on his cheek, while another brought a luggage full of money out from the side of the room he had left it. Kevin wasn’t able to witness the man unlocking the said luggage, giving it a strong swing and then emptying the contents all over Kevin. He could only smell the money falling over his naked form, seeing some fall onto the floor before his eyes.
He knew what they were trying to do. Humiliate him completely and let him see his worth before his eyes. Show him that he was such an easy prostitute, selling his body so casually to three men. He deserved this humiliation. Even he was ashamed of himself.
The three simultaneously thanked him for the sex, a voice resounding in the room, reminding Kevin of his pain.
“I’d sure find you again.”
The loud bang on the door five minutes later, after they washed and dressed up, was the trigger. Kevin couldn’t stop his tears, wailing loudly like a little baby. Sex had never been painful since the very first time. The very first time he knew about it, Kevin promised that was the first and the last time he would let any man hurt him sexually. He knew the pain well, too well, all too well. So well that he never wanted to feel it once more.
And he never thought it was possible for any man’s length to tear him apart. He was somewhat correct, because tonight, it had been two men’s erections.
A flash past his head, and he was painfully reminded that he had another appointment. What next? Was it going to be a party of five men? He tried moving his leg, and panicked when he couldn’t. Please don’t let him become crippled, please. He never chose this life, please don’t torture him anymore.
He tried pulling onto the leg, realising he could at least still feel his toes slightly.
No, he wasn’t going to the next man this way. Kibum, he had to tell Kibum to cancel it. So he reached, despite the pain rushing through his nerves once more, for his phone to give the older man a call.
Kibum picked up the call rather lightly, about to ramble that he was going to wait for Kevin in the lift lobby when Kevin screamed his name.
“Kevin?” Kibum frowned at the other end of the conversation, worried. “What is it?”
“C-Cancel the next appointment. A-And leave me alone. I want to stay here for a while.” Kevin shakily said, eyeing a fifty thousand won note with disgust. Kevin angrily threw it, watching it gently swayed its way down to the floor.
“Kevin, what’s wrong?” Kibum quickly packed his stuff, not understanding but realising that the situation must be horrible.
“I can’t m-move.” The younger sobbed sorrowfully, wishing Kibum would come over and make him feel better. He didn’t know how the older man was going to do that, but he really didn’t want to face this alone.
“Where are you? I’ll come over immediately.”
-
Kibum had called the brothel and told them Kevin wasn’t able to go to the next appointment because he was hurt, so much that he couldn’t move. They plainly said they would explain to the customer and all he has to do is make sure Kevin gets well before tomorrow, so that he doesn’t have to cancel any appointments.
They didn’t even ask what happened. Kibum stared at his phone for a second, having a better idea of what sort of life Kevin had. He didn’t like it.
Of course Kibum had realised if Kevin couldn’t move, Kevin couldn’t open the door for him. Watching a young woman push the trolley containing many tissue boxes and clean bed sheets, he then went up to her fearlessly and started using one of the few tactics he had mastered to lure the master card out of her.
Running to the room number Kevin had sent him, he thought about the things that could have happened. Kevin didn’t say, apparently very affected by the issue. What was it? What could anyone do to paralyse Kevin?
And at the moment, when all logical thoughts flew out of his head with Kevin as his primary concern, Kibum didn’t realise that he lost his identity as a student studying psychology. He was a man that was protective of Kevin. Emotions had long taken over the logic in his head, and his supposed job to analyse the different Kevin he saw in different situations disintegrated. A part of him didn’t mind giving up his dream for Kevin. He wanted to be there for the younger man, he wanted to alter what had been planned for Kevin and Kevin alone.
But no, not yet. He couldn’t do a thing, no, he shouldn’t do a thing about it.
Kibum’s heart pumped loudly, a second turned into what felt like an hour as he waited for the door to signal it was unlocked. He then pushed open the door, walking along the walkway. Did he want to see this? What would he see? His legs, however, brought him to see the scene he never wanted to see again.
Blood dripping from Kevin’s bloody entrance, staining the white sheets surrounding him. Kevin’s limbs, awkwardly positioned, the younger man hardly moving. Money messily fallen over him, almost like a blanket covering Kevin. The only sign of life was the shaking evident from his shoulders - Kevin was still crying.
Kibum rushed before Kevin’s eyes, hands cupping the small face, gently wiping the fresh tears that kept rolling down his pale cheeks. This was what he didn’t want to see once more. Those lifeless eyes, barely seeing him even though Kibum was right before him.
“It…hurts…” Kevin whispered inaudibly, and Kibum bit his lower lip forcefully to stop himself from crying. “Th-Three of…”
He had promised to take care of Kevin’s future. Kevin was never supposed to end up this way. This thought suddenly angered him, fist clenched with a furious tremble. Those three men, Kibum effortlessly inferred, they better pay for their deed. Kibum didn’t mean money. Money wouldn’t fix this broken body, this broken heart. They better pay with their lives-
“Ki…bum…it…hurts…”
With tears in his own eyes, Kibum helped Kevin into his arms, carrying the younger into the bathroom. He wasn’t sure if this was going to be correct, but whatever it was, Kibum had to wash away the blood before it dries up. Maybe he could wash away any possible bacteria at the same time, and maybe the water could soothe the pain.
Please, just make him feel better. Kibum prayed, blinking his tears away and sniffling slightly. Why did Kevin have to go through this the second time?
Kevin wrapped his arms around Kibum’s neck tightly, afraid to fall, afraid to leave this slight comfort he was left with. Kibum didn’t let him go either, turning on both the hot and cold water tap to get a flow of warm water filling up the bath tub. Holding Kevin steadily in his arms, he gently lowered the younger boy when the water level was high enough, not releasing Kevin despite that. Kevin probably couldn’t even sit, and Kibum didn’t want to test this theory out.
Even if his muscles only had this much capabilities, to hold Kevin for this amount of time, he didn’t want to put Kevin down. This muscle strain was probably only one tenth of what Kevin was going through. Kevin, noticing the subtle tremble, leaned his weight closer to Kibum’s chest in hopes of easing the burden.
He would have told Kibum to let go, but he didn’t have the strength to say he was fine.
He wasn’t fine.
The gory red shade of his blood that coloured the otherwise transparent bath of water was the first indication. The coppery smell invading their sense of smell was the second. The sharp pain when Kibum’s fingers brush across his abused entrance was the third.
“I’m sorry, I’ll try to be more careful.” Kibum winced as Kevin flinched, feeling the pain from the shallow breathing. He gently lured out the blood clot that was apparent, needing to make sure there was as little possibility of infection as it was possible. He didn’t want to imagine what worse situation can arise from this.
“Thank you.” Kevin muttered, exhausted. Whatever Kibum was: a customer, a driver, a friend, Kevin wished he could stay by his side like this. Kibum’s presence was comforting, and he wanted the older man to not leave like he was just another passer-by in his ever-changing life.
No one ever cared for him so much.
He could have been left to rot, and he wouldn’t mind. He had lived his life this way for fourteen years. Solitary, lonely, and if you would want to nicely put it, independent. For fourteen years, men come, men go. Regulars sent him gifts, jewelleries, clothes, and then they live on with their lives, as if Kevin had never been a part of it. There had never been an emotional attachment, because there was never a need. In this job, you take whatever man who comes. In this job, you let go whatever man who goes.
Kibum crossed that specific boundary, trampled over the line. And a secret part of him felt loved. He liked this feeling, he wanted this feeling to stay. This feeling eased the sore, warmed his heart and it was like he was in his mother’s embrace once more.
He hugged the older man’s body closer, sobbing quietly. This gentleness, a huge contrast to the previous rowdiness. This gentleness, luring him to sleep.
Kibum might be just being nice, but as long as this could go on, Kevin would do anything to keep it.
-
Kibum had sent Kevin quietly back to his dormitory, covering his form with a blanket. Placing a gentle kiss on the younger’s forehead, he wished him a good night, almost the exact situation fourteen years ago.
He didn’t want to leave Kevin in the dormitory alone at first, wanting to make sure Kevin’s wounds would be all right and that he could cope with the pain the next morning. The doctor had cringed at the wounds so deep in, having to remove the blood clots Kibum couldn’t and fix whatever he could. Prescribing some painkillers and ointment for the wound, he spoke to Kibum and warned him to prevent Kevin from any sexual activity for at least three days.
Kevin had been sleeping so peacefully, and Kibum was thankful the younger could at least sleep. At least there was something to take away the pain. Without waking the younger up, he then drove back to the brothel and placed him on his comfortable bed.
In the end, he was chased out since the brothel had rules that without the verbal consent of the prostitute, no one was to stay in the dormitory.
Kibum thought about the issue as he sat on his bed, smiling softly. It wasn’t as bitter as he thought it would be, neither was it the happy sort. Just, a smile, at the realisation that their paths were really made to cross.
Fourteen years ago, now fourteen years later. Would Kibum leave Kevin once more into fate’s cruel hands? Was Kevin really just a mere subject for his project?
Kibum groaned, a migraine biting his head.
Would it be wise to let instincts take over his actions?
-
School...;~; It's not even school, it's the people. :(