White Noise - Part 11
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It was snowing at night. Onew wore a thick white coat and grinned up at the sky, holding his arms out while he spun and jumped around. "It's fun~" he said, laughing, "It's so much fun!"
There was a pause, and as he dropped his arms and held still, he spoke as if responding to someone.
"I missed the snow." He turned around, "It never even makes me cold, I like it so much."
"Onew."
The man stepped behind him, the one who he'd become bonded to. Onew looked over his shoulder at him just once and started to run away, but the man pulled on his arm and he lost balance, slipping on the icy sidewalk and dropping onto his chin.
When the man knelt down in front of him, he lifted him a bit roughly by his shoulders until he knelt as well, then he leaned forward to lick across the bleeding wound under his mouth. Onew cringed, looking into the man's eyes. "Stop doing that."
"Healing you?"
"The pain. And then the cure."
The words dropped onto Minho's mind like weights and woke him up instantly.
He'd slept on his brother's bed, because his brother passed out on his couch shortly after Minho had got there. Minseok had been even more out of it than Minho had suspected. It was lucky that he'd even gotten the address right.
"The pain, and then the cure." Minho said aloud, wondering why those words meant so much to him. When he thought about it, it pretty much wrapped up Onew's and his relationship.
Minho looked at the digital clock on his brother's nightstand to read 12:00pm, and he decided he was really over the whole irregular sleep thing.
He pulled himself out of bed, wearing some of Minseok's pajamas, and walked to the living room. Minseok was sitting up on his couch, not sleeping on it, fully dressed and looking totally alert. "Hey, sleepy." he greeted, his attention remaining on the news. "What brings you to Seoul, huh?"
Minho walked in, sitting next to Minseok. "Vampires."
Minseok was fast to give him a worried look, which Minho simply returned with a serious expression. "I'm serious."
"Yeah, yeah, speaking of that, mom is really upset about you not showing up to your appointment. She called me this morning to complain about it. She said Taemin called her too, getting her all worried..."
"Taemin called her?" Minho asked, tensing up.
"Yeah, he left a number for you. I wrote it down by the phone." Minseok pointed towards his kitchen, and Minho shot up and into it. Minseok frowned, getting up and following him. "Wait a minute."
Minho had already picked up the phone, so Minseok pushed the receiver back onto the hook. "What's going on?"
"My bonded is being tortured. Right now I need to save him."
"The bonded.. yeah, that whole.. I thought you were gonna take your meds, Minho."
"You know me." Minho said, turning fully to Minseok. "You know that I'm not insane. You know that." Minho held up his bandaged hand, "At the very least, you know I wouldn't do this to myself."
Minseok blinked, apparently only just now noticing it. "What happened?"
Minho shook his head, "This is kind of an emergency. I need to talk to someone who I know will believe me."
After a moment, Minseok took his hand off his phone, and nodded. "Even if you aren't insane though, you're totally weird."
Minho cringed, picking up the receiver once again. "I know."
On the fourth ring, he got a tired sounding, "Hello?"
"Taemin. It's me."
"MINHO!!!!!!"
***
When Onew woke up, he thought it odd that someone was holding onto him. When he realized who it was, he flipped himself over so fast that his head hit the headboard, and poor Jonghyun went rolling off the bed.
"AH! What the fuck!?"
"You tell me what the fuck!" Onew yelled, rubbing his head.
Jonghyun stood up from the floor, glaring at Onew. "You wanna wake up Key? I'm sure he'd go easy on you if you interrupted his beauty sleep."
"Why are you sleeping with me?"
"Because Key kicked me out!"
"Don't wake him up!!"
"YOU don't wake him up!"
They glared at each other for a long silent moment, and then Onew rolled onto his back while Jonghyun got back in bed. "I hate you." he said.
"I remember." Onew said, and then added with a snarl, "I hate you as well. Difference being, I'm not going to let my life revolve around it."
Jonghyun didn't reply. It was quiet, but not the peaceful kind. Tension hung thick in the air, and neither of them even started to close their eyes. Finally, Jonghyun asked, "Did Key really love your sire?"
"I have no idea." Onew said.
Jonghyun scoffed, sounding annoyed, "You're useless."
Onew sighed, and then said, "He says he did.... I only really remember him this one time, before I killed my sire. He told me I should die." Onew turned over on the bed, looking at the back of Jonghyun's head. "My sire was the first thing Key wanted that he couldn't have, I think. I think he still is. He had to blame somebody."
"Key is a drama queen." Jonghyun muttered.
"Like you aren't."
"You deserve whatever I do to you."
"Maybe." Onew admitted, "But that doesn't mean I'm gonna let you do it."
"Good job escaping so far." Jonghyun said with a laugh.
"Don't cuddle me." Onew said, turning over once again.
"... i'd rather cuddle a porcupine..."
Eventually, their muttered word battle fell silent, as the two slept again.
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