White Noise - Part 27
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Jonghyun awoke suddenly, coughing up dirty fucking lake water, rolling over so he could better throw it up. It splattered on a muddy ground, mixed with traces of blood he'd unknowingly just swallowed.
"Shit.." said a familiar voice, "Thought you were done for."
Jonghyun coughed up a few more drops before looked back over his shoulder and spotted a figure sillouhetted dramatically against the moon.
"Fuck.. Joon?"
"One and only." Joon frowned, "Jessica told me what happened. Then she told me I outta help you out."
"Nice of her." Jonghyun said with a scowl, pulling himself to his feet. He was covered in mud. Key was not going to be happy.
"She's not done with you, just warning. And what's this about hunters?"
Jonghyun glanced to the dead body of an older man that he was sure Joon had fed him, having a bit of trouble focusing on answering Joon's questions. He just said, "I need more blood.", and started walking without a clue where he was going.
"Uh.. hey. How about a thanks?" Joon asked, following along.
"You saved me cause you want something, right?" Jonghyun asked, expression serious. "What is it?"
"Let Onew go." Joon said, just as serious. "I know you and Key have him locked up wherever."
"Yeah," Jonghyun said, "If those hunters didn't save him already.." Jonghyun's brows creased as he thought of what may have happened to Key. "How long have I been gone?" he asked.
"Eh.. I don't even know, Jong. Jessica just told me tonight. You know she isn't big on details."
"If I see her, I will take her head off." Jonghyun warned Joon.
"Sure. Sure. So.. about Onew.."
"Fuck off."
Joon paused, sighing. "Yeah, I'll call you then."
The mud and water dripping off of Jonghyun wasn't gonna make Key happy, but hell if Jonghyun was gonna wait to change clothes before he came home. Tracking footprints across the carpet that they'd installed just months ago, Jonghyun went straight to the room Onew should have been chained in. Instead, Key was there, bleeding and chained and completely unmoving.
Jonghyun walked angrily to the bed, grabbing onto the bar of the headboard Key was chained to and violently snapping it from it's place. He let the bar dangle as he lifted Key carefully into his arms, walking to the kitchen which he found an unfortunately dried bloody mess in. He laid Key on their kitchen island and opened the refrigerator, taking out two packets, one which he ripped open with his fangs and held over Key's mouth - the other which he tore into himself.
Key twitched until his eyes opened, and he put his hand over Jonghyun's, guiding the packet closer to his mouth as he swallowed the blood down. As soon as Jonghyun noticed his consciousness, he finished a mouth full of blood and asked, "What happened to you?"
"Same question." Key said between gulps.
"I was locked in a car trunk under a lake."
It was a while before Key answered, because he was guzzling down the last of the blood in the package, but he finally said, "I was shot in the head and tortured. Ah.. and scarred." Key lifted a hand, pointing to the scratch by his eye. "By Lee Taemin."
"Those hunters.." Jonghyun scowled.
"Are going to wish they killed me." Key said, sitting up.
***
Taemin couldn't see anything. His long bangs clung to his cheeks by the sweat that dripped on them, and his chest heaved with deep breaths that were too loud because he needed to hear.
But he didn't, so when Jungmo suddenly grabbed him from behind, he jumped and squeaked.
Jungmo sighed, arms dropping from around Taemin. "I've come from behind the last three times. How can it surprise you so much?"
"I'm just so tired." Taemin breathed.
"Yeah.." Jungmo said, "You think you're always gonna have plenty of energy for this?"
"I stopped screaming though, so at least I improved, right?"
Jungmo twitched, "Is that because you've improved, or is it because you're getting used to me?"
Just then, a door opened and light filtered into the room. Jay flicked a light on, momentarily blinding the bedroom's two occupants. "Jungmo. You should get ready."
Taemin straightened up, "You two are playing tonight?"
"A little bit." Jungmo said with a sigh.
Taemin pouted, "No fair. You said I could come hear you next time.." then, he turned to Jungmo with a grin. "Or, can I?"
Jungmo and Jay exchanged looks, and then as usual, it was Jungmo who had to deliver bad news. "It just isn't safe enough. We wouldn't go if we didn't need the money. You know that."
So, Taemin turned on his cuteness, moving his hands together under his chin and leaning closely to the taller man. "Please~? I'll stay really close to the stage and if something happens, I'll just run up on it and you can save me."
"Sungmin will be here with you." Jungmo said, patting Taemin's shoulder. "And we won't be gone long, anyway. If you want, we'll play for you when we get back."
Taemin pouted, looking overly disappointed in hopes of course that one or the other would break. "It's not the same, Moomoo~."
"You need to get ready." Jay said quietly, stepping from the room.
Jungmo stepped to the door, looking back at Taemin with a sigh. "Stay and work out, okay? Remember. The arms."
"Weak stupid arms." Taemin muttered, watching Jungmo leave the room.
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