Rescue [5/?]
Chapter Five
I took a warm shower and brushed my teeth three times before pulling on a new pair of clothes. A pair of Levis jeans and a dress shirt with a plain white shirt underneath. I was lacing up my converse when I spotted Kibum in the office. I peeked into the door and watched him fixing up the desk; he was so organized and caring towards the room, like it was alive.
I knocked on the door and he smiled,” Come in.” I stepped in the room, pictures covered the walls, but they didn’t give off a feel of clutter. He picked up his wallet and stuffed it in his pocket,” Ready to go?” I nodded and he led me out of the room.
His hands were resting softly on mines in the car, the tingles wouldn’t stop coming, and they just kept going and going. They were unusual, coming from only my thigh, even though he wasn’t touching it. He glanced back at me before he smiled and laced his fingers in mine,” You okay? You seem a little pale.”
I nodded and he parked the car. We entered the supermarket and he gave me a list to look for. We went our separate ways before I took a look at the list, his neat flow handwriting was spread across the small sticky note: Jonghyun’s favorite snack and what he wants for lunch.
I grinned and went into the different aisles. I accidently bumped into a little girl, she gasped and held her mouth with the back of her hand,” O-oppa, mianhae!” She was desperately looking for a way to reach the candy bag on the top shelf, it was pretty high yet she was still willing to catch it. I reached my hand up and held it out to her, she grinned, bowing and leaving with a small thank you.
Ever since I was fifteen I’ve wanted a daughter, a cute little doll look alike with big brown eyes and plump lips like me. My lungs started tightening at the thought of it, it was painful, and I started coughing quietly into my hand. My mouth was so dry, I couldn’t even think about swallowing, I coughed some more before the imaginary gripping released.
That wasn’t the first time I’ve done that, it was about the tenth. I started ever since I became a prostitute in the club. It wasn’t easy to breathe but I went through it. The first time it happened was with Taemin…
His thrusts became more vicious as he whispered little nothings into my ear. His hands tightening around my waist as he carelessly pumped himself into me. Every time was hard and precise, his grip would surely leave a bruise behind, and all of his did. My lungs tightened as I picked up more air, it felt like it wouldn’t pass through, it couldn’t.
I felt so clogged, it was stuffy and he finally came into me. He pushed in a couple more before releasing and falling back on the futon, smacking my already red behind; he reached over to his jacket. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and started lighting them, blowing into my space. I coughed loudly and I could feel the hard pumping of my heart, the smoke wasn’t helping, he knew that. I needed him to stop,” M-master… please stop smoking, I-I can’t breathe…”
He scoffed, mockingly pouting in my direction,” Oh really? So I am going to stop smoking for a fucking toy slut like you? Think again. I paid for you, I am helping you get out of this shithole, the least you can do is spare me your girly whine and let me enjoy a smoke,” You’re the reason I’m here in this ‘shithole’ you are the one who traded me in.
He blew into my face once again, this time adding a chuckle before going at his fit again,” I have one hell of a life. I want to fuck my best friend so badly, just like I do to you, but he just doesn’t get my feelings. Stupid naive piece of shit, I don’t know anyone dumber than him, but I love him so fucking much. I guess that’s why I come here, to satisfy my needs; actually… it seems that I like torturing you more than anything, my little whore.”
“Do you have asthma or something? Shut the fuck up, stop coughing, you think this is easy to smoke when someone is coughing away a fucking storm?” He kicked me in the ribcage before putting his clothes back on, he smirked and teased me in a sing song voice,” I get to go home and talk a shower… Jonghyun gets to stay here and get his asshole ripped out, lalalah… See you tomorrow, bitch.”
I walked up to the bakery counter and pointed to two pieces of chocolate cake. The girl behind the door flicked the ends of her hair,” Do you want to try a sample? I’m sure no one has to know about it, oppa.” I nodded, my interest for her going down the toilet as I was handed a forkful of creamy cake; dessert was better than girls.
I continued to point to the two and she put them nicely in a box, her fingertips brushed against the back of my hand,” Please, do come again.” The sultry voice faded as I was pulled by the waist, I looked into those familiar feline eyes and was set at ease,” I really can’t leave you out of my sight, someone will kidnap you, you’re just like a kid that is vulnerable to strangers and candy. So what do you want for dinner?”
I held up the cake and he shook his head,” No no no. Not for dinner, something real, real food.” I shrugged and his walking sped up,” Okay then, we will eat spicy rice cakes.” He didn’t take my lack of talking to annoyance like Taemin did and I was grateful. I haven’t really talked in a long time, simple sentences were all I could muster out to Kibum and it made me nervous to be around him. I fiddled with my fingers and he held up a pack of already made food, stuffing it in the basket he made me hold.
His eyebrows curved and he was mumbling to himself before holding the two bags up,” Fried chicken or boiled?” I put on a nervous smile and pointed to the fried; he put the remaining bag in the basket and chuckled,” So cute.”
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Kibum pushed the door open with the side of his hip as he slipped the heavy bags off his thin wrists,” I think I’ll take a nap now… oh no I can’t. Hey Jonghyun mind passing me one of those cakes, I need to eat something now; we probably shouldn’t have shopped so much.”
I fished through the bags until I met a white box; I pulled it up and took out the pieces of cake, my mind asking Kibum if he could tell me where the plates were. “Bowls and plates are in the cabinet to your left.” I nodded and took the clear wrapping off both before entering the living room.
I gave him his plate and we both faced the windows, it was beautiful outside, the sun was setting into purple pink clouds, the building lights weren’t on yet. It was really pretty, but all I could think about was Kibum. The rays hit him perfectly, running over the soft parted lips and into the soft brown hair. I moved without thinking, my lips crashing onto his, he liked it I know he did.
I pushed him down into the couch and set the bowls onto the coffee table. I straddled the thin legs as I reached for another kiss, and I was gladly accepted, open mouth kisses were the best from Kibum. I lifted up his soft graphic shirt and lapped at the snowy skin, it was delicious, almost like there was a new flavor to a candy: Kibum.
Our lips parted and sunk into each other, they fit perfectly, like we were meant to be. I slid my hand down and silently unzipped his khakis, he flustered into the kiss,” J-Jonghyun… no we can’t.” He shuddered under my touch, but he still resisted, he pushed my hips off and sat back up. I couldn’t read his expression, did he not like it? I tried to move in closer, palming myself as I glazed my lips with my tongue, but he leaned the opposing way.
He shook his head and elbowed himself up, he was heading towards his bedroom in no time,” I can’t, I just can’t.”
He didn’t like me… did he only think about me as a prostitute? I felt embarrassment creep up to my cheeks as I ran towards the guest room for coverage. My breath hitched as I climbed into bed, I pulled the covers over my whole body before snuggling close to the light brown teddy bear. He was my friend here, one I talked to, I named him Bummie.
I kissed his nose, my tears falling into the soft fabric and soaking into little wet circles,” Why doesn’t he want me? Do you even want me, Bummie? I don’t think so… but I still love you, forever.” The air was muggy under the blanket, causing me to breathe a little faster, and there it was again, the pain and aching from my lungs. Why wouldn’t it go away?
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I felt a pair of warm hands run along the outline of my back, tracing every bump on my spine; I went deeper into the blankets. I didn’t want to see him, but here he was driving me insane with his voice, it was as sweet as honey,” Jonghyun… time for dinner.”
As soon as he left the room I ripped the covers off, inhaling all the fresh air I could handle, I walked to the door. I opened it with a squeak and kept my eyes on the floor. I went to my seat and sat down, picking at the vegetables on my plate. Kibum sighed,” Jonghyun, you don’t have to be afraid to look at me.” I still kept my eyes on the emoticon I made with the peas, he dragged his seat around the round table and sat close enough that our knees touch.
He cleared his throat and traced my jawline, lifting it up to try and catch my eyes,” Jonghyun, look at me, please.” The silver fork made silent scratching noises against the china, I pulled my head away and dragged a few fingers through the side of my hair. There it was, the serious voice,” Jonghyun, what’s wrong, please look at me!”
I started coughing, I could feel the mucus coming up and I darted for the bathroom. I spit it all out and flushed. I needed to eat something; I couldn’t play with my food all night. I sat back down and filled my mouth with the chicken that was pulled apart for me, never once had I had someone do that for me, it was something different. I made sure to keep filling after I swallowed so I wouldn’t have to talk. I didn’t like talking about my feelings, I didn’t like talking, I never wanted to talk to so badly until I met Kibum. But the words come out in a mush and he can barely grasp what I’m trying to say. I’m too shy for my own good.
I swallowed and quickly tried to refill when he took my chin, making us face eachother even though my eyes wandered elsewhere,” Look at me, where are those cute puppy eyes I long for? The ones that are only directed to me? Jonghyun… Jonghyun I don’t underst-“
I planned to yell it out, scream it to the world, but it came out a little louder than a whisper,” You, you didn’t want me… I’m too dirty for you, you wouldn’t want me even if I wanted to. You refused me, you kept rejecting me, am I that bad? I guess so.” I crammed two more spoonful in before marching to my room.
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An hour later there was knocking at my door, I locked it for privacy,” Jonghyun… hyung, you’re taking it the wrong way. Honey please open the door… please.”
I grabbed the stuffed bear from the floor and hugged it tight, I covered my ears and went into the closet, bringing my blanket with me. I made a little bed on the floor and cuddled in the small space for comfort, I was never hurt like this before, why did this hurt so much?
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Dang... why oh why is Jonghyun so sensitive..
Conflict between the two babies... hehe
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