White Noise - Part 4
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Jessica tore the sleeve of Minho's school blazer. Well, see, the blood from his hand was dripping down under it, and apparently she was far too impatient to roll it up. No, she ripped it, entirely off, and he frowned at her for it.
The rain was loud enough to almost drown out her voice when she spoke to him, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
He didn't respond. He thought it was pretty damn awful. He leaned his head back, shutting his eyes, "Something's up with Onew again." he told her.
Then, he felt her - wet and heavy, lie forward against him. They were chest to chest, nose to nose, and his eyes shot open. She didn't seem to be paying much attention to him though. She was reaching behind herself, feeling around for something obviously, and shifting awkwardly in his lap as she did so.
His face reddened. "What are you getting?"
She leaned back once again, away from him much to his relief, and revealed a tiny roll of bandages. "Gotta tie that hand up." she said, simply.
He frowned - "Is that all you have? Don't you have alcohol or.."
"My knife is clean." she said, setting the bloody thing down between the seats. "Well, it was. Now, what about Onew?"
"He's just so... upset."
Jessica chuckled in a way that made Minho feel like a small child who'd said something utterly ridiculous but 'naive' and 'cute'.
"You better get used to that. He was given to Jonghyun and Key... remember?" She sighed now, ripping a good strip of the bandage from the roll, and carefully taking Minho's hand. "We'll head to Seoul now, when I'm done the patching. We'll save him soon."
"You're really going to help me save him?" Minho asked, watching her cover the bloody damage to his palm.
"I like to think of it as pissing Jonghyun and Key off, rather than helping you."
She tied the bandage in a tight knot, the roughness with which she did this making Minho wince, but he was soon relieved as she moved from his lap and into her own seat, saying, "There~. All better."
When she restarted the car, boyband music played once again - which muffled the sound of the rain a bit, at least. Though honestly, Minho was tired, and he'd have a better chance falling asleep listening to the rain than listening to the beat of pop music. Not that he was going to complain.
He tilted his head back and closed his eyes yet again, and at first he only thought unhappy thoughts. He'd left his cell phone.. he couldn't even remember where now, but he thought probably the classroom. He needed to tell his mom what was going on, even if she wouldn't believe him. And, Jessica had ruined his blazer.
He willed himself to force away the irritating thoughts, and at least attempt those happy ones. His unexpectedly tired mind actually managed a few, and one (of Onew singing and dancing along with a boyband) actually managed to steal the briefest smile from his lips before he successfully drifted off.
***
Minho's roommate was exceedingly average, and it was amazing that he'd even got into this school, but his parents weren't quite as average as him. He didn't have any friends, although that may be because he didn't put much effort into it. His introduction to Minho had been a brief "hey" before he blasted his headphones (which were useless, since Minho could hear the music clearly anyway) and went back to playing Starcraft, which he was perhaps not quite as "average" at.
Now, he was kind of unaveragely dead, because he hadn't known where Minho was even though Minho was "usually here by now", and that pissed Jonghyun off. So, dead roommate was laying with a heavily bleeding throat, and Jonghyun was trashing the dorm room for evidence of Minho's whereabouts, but finding nothing.
"Key," he eventually said over the cell phone, "He isn't here."
He listened to silence, while he was sure Key was collecting himself before he said "Stay, in case he comes back. We'll find him, or he'll find us. It's only a matter of time."
Even so, Jonghyun heard the edge to Key's voice. "I'll let you go," he said, "I've got a body to clean up before sunrise. Hey... don't kill him."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
Something just in the way Key hung up made Jonghyun wonder if he was going to come pretty close, though.
***
It was pouring, and there was too often the occasional boom of thunder that would make Taemin jump a foot in the air. He knew all too well, after all, what could happen to people at this time of night.
When he first walked into the boy's dormitory at Minho's school, a guy in the seating area started to tell him no girl's were allowed at this time of night, but stopped himself - not before it was too late, unfortunately.
Taemin pouted adorably at him, of course, but stuck his nose in the air proudly as he walked to the stairs. He was by far not the first person to mistake him for a girl with his new style, and it's not like he wasn't asking for it by being a boy who wears makeup. His hair, which he'd darkened in color and grown out quite a bit over the last few months, was in a sloppy and wet ponytail. His pants were tight, and the fishnet on his arms made them look particularly slender. Yeah. He was asking for it.
When he reached the door that 'his research' had called Minho's room, he quietly knocked. He really didn't want to bother Minho so late at night, but at this point, especially so late at night - he really had no one else to go to.
No one answered, unsurprisingly, so he sighed and tried the knob. Most fortunately, it was unlocked. He slowly pushed the door open.
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