Oneshot - My Friend
Sungmin/Kyuhyun / Sungmin/Jungmo
NC17/R
AU / Supernatural-ish / Romance
It was a rainy afternoon when I first met him. Coated in dust and grime, soaked to the bone under the harsh water; only a garbage lid resting against the side of a wall being its shelter. He stared at me, defiance and hunger clearing ringing in the dark black orbs, but something else was also there. I held the umbrella with one hand, and a grocery bag in the other. The rain continued to pound to the earth, unforgiving and cold.
The small creature and me had a single similarity. We were both alone…
I stood there for another minute before deciding. That was the day I met my new best friend…
“Be a good boy,” I call, slinging my messenger bag over my shoulder. “And try not to scratch the sofa please.”
I smirk as a lazily grumbled “meow” answers me. Locking the doors, I leave with a light heart. Yawning as I reach the elevator from my fourth floor condo, I stretch my neck and try to remember the last time I had a decent nights sleep. Working as a local newspaper photographer by day, and a bartender by night, it wasn’t unusual for me to have odd sleeping patterns.
“It’s not like somebody’s home waiting for me…” I murmur, scratching my head. I then realize the fault of those words as I think of my beloved friend. I grin. “He would‘ve bitten me for that.”
Whistling, I leisurely get to the basement garage of the building and go to my car. With a happy feeling that I haven’t had in a long time, I drive off.
“Want to hit the karaoke bar with us Sungmin?” Jungmo says, snaking a slim arm around my waist.
I purse my lips and hang my apron for the night. An image of a disapproving, and hungry, cat flashes before my eyes. I stifle a laugh and turn to Jungmo with apologetic eyes. “Sorry, not tonight.”
Jungmo gasps in mock shock. “The Lee Sungmin turning down a night of singing?” He puts a hand on my forehead, my personal space being invaded by his face. “Do you need to see a doctor?”
I scowl and push him away. “Shut up, I’m just not up to it.”
Jungmo grins and shrugs. “Oh well, too bad for Hyukjae. The only reason he was coming tonight was because he heard you were coming.” He smirks. “Maybe he’ll pick up someone else.”
I roll my eyes and wave him off. “Have fun.”
I sigh and roll onto my back, various pictures littering every space available on the bed. Looking to the clock, I groan as I read 4:38 in the morning; another sleepless night. As I was about to get up, something jumps up beside me and decides to climb on top of my stomach; staring at me with arrogant onyx eyes.
I grin and raise a lazy hand, scratching the soft spot behind the ear. Soon enough a content purr resounds throughout the bare room, making my grin broader.
“You’re the only one who knows the real me, you know that?” I whisper, moving to scratch beneath the chin.
I swore that if the cat could speak, it would be saying, ‘No duh, who else would?’
I smile and move to the stomach, it rolls onto its back and stretches it’s long limbs. He truly was a magnificent cat; a gorgeous color of midnight blue-black with a small white patch at the crease where the ear meets the head. But the most beautiful thing about this creature were it’s eyes; blacker then black, and expressive.
“Sometimes I wish…” My hand stills as I stare at the cat on my stomach, it lifts its head as if to say, ‘WHY did you stop…’
I smile and shake my head. “Sometimes I wish, what it would be like if you were human.” I stare at the cat with sad eyes. If this cat was human, he and I would never be apart.
The cat stares at me with those eyes; piercing, black eyes. ‘You’re an idiot’ would be what he would be saying. I wince as he decides to bite my hand and jump off to the floor. I look over, nursing my bitten hand, to see him sitting patiently on the floor; licking he’s front paw and staring at me with a calculating gaze.
“Okay, I’m sorry, it was a stupid thought.” I mutter, feeling more idiotic as I talk to a cat. I smile sheepishly, “Come back up, please?”
The cat tilts his head to the side, as if actually understanding me. He licks its paw once more as he decides to jump back up. I grin as he starts to rub against my face and lick my neck. I kiss his nose and thumb the small pendant around his neck.
‘Hyaku…’
I groan as a hot tongue intrudes my mouth, my back pressed further into the single couch as a hand snakes up my bare chest to clasp on my shoulder.
“We… we shouldn’t be doing this.” I whisper, my breath coming in haggard gasps. My body tenses as light fingers feather across my navel; right above the band of my jeans.
Jungmo slowly licks down my jaw line before taking my lips again. “Why shouldn’t we be?”
“It.. It’s not right.” I mutter, pulling away. I stare into his honest eyes, the eyes of my only true friend, and see that what he thinks is not the same as what I do. “You---You’re my friend.”
He’s eyes sadden ever so slightly. “But your body is saying something different.” He moves his hips, grinding them against mine.
I stifle a moan. “No… No…”
The fingers, which were teasing the button of my jeans, slide past the clothes and wrap the cold fingers around myself. A long moan escapes my ravished lips. Just as his hands were about to move, a startled scream erupts from Jungmo. I peek open my closed eyes to see him scrambling off of me… with a very irritated cat attached to his back.
After scrambling and tripping over random junk in the living room, I finally detach Hyaku’s claws from Jungmo’s very red, and very bleeding, back.
“Hyaku… why did you do this?” I mutter, giving the locked cat a look. He stares back at me with disapproving eyes, and turns to Jungmo and bares his teeth. I sigh. “I’m sorry, you feeling okay?” I rub more ointment on Jungmo’s back, his scratches turning a dull red.
He laughs lightly. “Guess even the cat rejects me.” I frown and open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off. “I’m fine. I should be the one apologizing.” He turns around, his face a mask of unexplained hurt. “I shouldn’t have forced myself like that… I just…” He looks away for a minute, then back to me. His eyes were earnest.
“I’ve liked you ever since I met you, and my feelings have just grown since then.” He smiles sadly and brushes my forehead. “But it’s obvious that you don’t have the same feelings.” He laughs when he sees the distress in my eyes. “It’s okay, I’m fine.”
‘No your not.’ I think, frowning. I reach a hand and touch his cheek, caressing his chin softly. I regret the action immediately when I see the flash of hurt behind the earnest eyes.
Jungmo gets up, grabbing his torn shirt and jacket. “I better get going, I don’t want to upset Haku anymore then I have.” He laughs, forcing on a smile.
“Hyaku,” I correct him. “And… are you sure?” I look to the floor, feeling horrid that I couldn’t, wouldn’t, be able to hold and comfort him. I would do anything in my power to keep Jungmo happy, but if it means to give him my feelings and body… it was next to impossible.
I watch with heartbroken eyes as I see his heartbroken form walk away and to the door. I will my body to move, for my voice to call out to him, but my body just clamps down and freezes. Just as Jungmo is out the door, he turns around once more and gives me a bright smile. “See you tomorrow night!” As if nothing has happened.
That night, for the first time, Hyaku stays locked in his cage as I cry myself to sleep, ignoring the meows and cries of plead and forgiveness.
Three weeks later, Jungmo finds me curled up in my room; eyes red and limp. When he asks me and shakes me what happened to me, I just smile weakly and shake my head.
“My best friend left me…”
He later finds Hyaku’s cage empty, and the small condo dead silent and still from a certain cat…
Hyaku never did come back, no matter how many times I went out; calling his name, putting up posters and leaving the front door slightly ajar so that when he does decide to come back, he’ll know that he’s still welcomed.
But no matter how much I waited, he never came back. His food bowl remains full, and my bed has never felt so big. It felt like my heart was torn not seeing his small face, those onyx black eyes, and not hearing his small attitude meows. I felt truly alone…
Eventually, everything goes back to its normal self. The same routine of taking photos by day and serving drinks by night remains the same. I return to my old self; even more quiet and solemn. But, the only thing that hasn’t changed was that I cry myself to sleep every night, wondering where, and why, my furry friend had disappeared.
From then on, it was hard to become close to anyone, even Jungmo. The fear of them eventually leaving me was enough to scare me to keep a distance.
I lay on my bed, staring at the dark, lightless ceiling of my room. For some reason, I couldn’t fall asleep, and something kept nagging me at the back of my head. I turn to face the windows, the cloudless night sky unblocking the bright shine of the full moon. My eyes soften as I remember how the first night he was with me; it was also a full moon.
Shaking away the thought, I decide to get some water. Two cups and a face wash later; I walk back to my room, my feet sliding across the hardwood. But I stop suddenly by the door, and frown. Something was telling to open the door slightly; just like how I did for the first week when Hyaku disappeared. Pondering whether or not to do it, I sigh and rub my temples.
I eventually fall asleep facing the moonlit window… and with the front door slightly ajar for my special someone.
A warm, soft hand caresses my forehead to my chin. I feel my body dip as another weight is added onto the bed, and feel the warmth of another body hovering over mine. Something at the back of my mind was telling me to scream for help, but something else, something more logical, was telling me to just stay there and enjoy the sudden warmth.
The same hand continues to brush down my body; past my neck, collarbones, chest and coming to a rest on my stomach. I squirm and let out a deep breath, my back arcing towards the incredible heat.
“Wake up,” came a deep husky voice beside my ear. Instead of jolting awake, like I would’ve, my eyes slowly flutter open and focus.
A handsome face, sharp chiseled features framed by black hair with moonlit skin, were the first things I see. My general reaction was to punch the stranger away, but my heart was telling me that I didn’t have to worry; I could trust this man.
“Who are you?” I whisper, my eyes blinking rapidly as a hand comes up to touch the mans face. I then look into his eyes, and the breath is knocked out of me.
Deep, dark onyx eyes stare into mine with piercing determination and bliss. I let out a breath and gulp. My mouth opens and my tongue moves on its own accord, “Hyaku…?” I whisper, my hand hovering over the man’s face.
Something like acknowledgement flashes in those dark, mesmerizing orbs. But it was enough for me to realize something.
The male leans into my outstretched palm and leans down on top of me, not completely to suffocate me, but enough that I could feel his heated body.
“Call me Kyuhyun,” he whispers, flashing a grin and licking my lips. I blush lightly and stare admiringly into the smoldering eyes.
“Kyuhyun…” I whisper, running a hand through the dark hair and tilting up to finally get a taste of the rosy lips.
I later realize that Kyuhyun had a birthmark right behind his ear; just like Hyaku’s white spot. And if that wasn’t an obvious statement by itself, the pendant around his wrist that read ‘Hyaku’ was enough to leave those questions answered.
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A/N: Okay, another oneshot without much plot! Enjoy! :D