Rescue [6/?]
Chapter Six
Kibum POV
I sat back down at the kitchen table and started eating. I’m so stupid, why would I push him away without telling him a reasonable reason.
I was deep in my thoughts as I heard the door clicking, I turned my head to the front door and Taemin came in. he was all smiles with bags filling his hands,” Merry early Christmas!”
I forced a grin and he pushed the bags into my hands, I shoved them under the table and picked up the untouched plates. He frowned and his fingers found their way around my waist, pulling me inwards to meet his hot cheek,” What’s going on? Did Jonghyun do something?”
With that I dropped the plates into the sink; the clattering shocked him as he squeezed closer,” Kibum, you okay?” Don’t do it, not yet, you have to torture him for what he did. I nodded,” Just feeling a little light headed. Hey, I need my spare key back, now.”
I turned on the water, making sure it was burning hot to wash the dishes, I started soaping up the china and I felt a soft pair of lips on my cheek. A day ago I would’ve let him kiss me; I would let him do anything he pleased, but not anymore. I gripped his arms and turned the sink off, I made my way into the office and started packing up his things in a box.
He followed me, putting back everything that went into the box, he growled,” What the hell are you doing? These are our things, why, are you dumping me as a friend or something?! What the… shit, Kibum stop!”
My eyes already released tears but I was angry, so angry I didn’t know what to do except slam his things into the cardboard box. He kept taking them out and that’s when I stopped, I gripped his shirt and pulled him to my level,” You. Dumping you? Sweetie we were over ever since you started going to the club, yeah, I know about it. Did you really think you could do things to Jonghyun and get away with it? Why don’t you take your stuff and get out of my life?! GET OUT!”
I jammed the box into his gut and made my way into the living room, I heard the loud pang of the box hitting the ground and before I could even reach my bedroom I was pushed in. He covered my mouth with his lips, they were rough and hard, unlike Jonghyun’s, and it felt wrong now.
I tried to push him off but his body was pressing me into the bed, his dried lips were roaming everywhere, it felt disgusting.
My head whipped up when I heard loud croaking and coughing coming from the guestroom. I kicked him a couple of times before sinking my teeth into his skin and running towards the room. I wiggled the door knob but it was locked, I took out a credit card and swiped it, I slid into the room in search for Jonghyun. I opened everything until I reached the closet, he wouldn’t be in there, right?
I swung open the door, the spilling of splattered blood from his mouth caught my eyes,” Hyung! W-what, what the hell happened?!” He coughed louder until more dripped down his chin, I turned to Taemin,” We need to get him to the hospital, quick!”
He shrugged, his eyes lazily glaring,” Why? Can’t you just leave him there and let him cough his heart out? Not like the doctor is going to do anything but take your money anyways.” I pulled Jonghyun up and supported his body, pushing away Taemin and clutching my keys. I stopped for a couple of seconds, my last words before I was giving up on him,” You’re a sick piece of fuck, thinking of it now… thinking you were the person I thought you were makes me sick. Take your box of shit and get the fuck out of my house. And give me the keys while you’re at it,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a painted key, hesitating to put it in my hands,” You’re making a big mistake, taking in a dirty prostitute, he’s the reason for all of this. When he uses you for your money don’t come crying to me, are you sure you want to do this?”
I nodded, a bitter grin etched on my face,” Our friendship, friends with benefits, was meant to be broken. Jonghyun is one of the purest guys I’ve ever come to known. I thought you’d help me through the change, but, in the end you were the one making them. Hell, I fell for you, too bad I found out that you’re a sick bastard under those hundred layers of fake.”
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I paced around the waiting room, obviously waiting. My heels scuffed the floors as I rose to meet the doctor,” Are you Kim Kibum?” A nod,” Let’s sit down for this.”
The anxiety peaked and I listened intensely to the elder’s words,” He has lung cancer, it is borderline severe but can be fixed with surgery, but it is pricey.” He started writing down the zeros… there were a lot. He nodded in agreement to my eyes,” I’m not sure if you want to do it, but there are openings in three weeks if you are interested.”
I nodded and took his card, my eyes were glistening with tears,” W-will it get worse? When can he come home?” He smiled, a warm embrace followed after,” It will get worse, but, he is fine and will be going home with you. Alright? Call this number if you want the surgery, Mr. Kim.”
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“Why didn’t you tell me?” My voice was stern, but still softened by the fact that he was ill, I thought he was healthy. He looked out the window, his fingers tracing pictures into the fog that gathered,” I thought I just had a cold… I didn’t know it was this serious. Listen, you don’t need to do the surgery, it is a lot of money. I am okay with how my life turned out, I guess, I got to meet you and that is all I want.”
Why does he have to be like this? Why can’t he just let me pay and thank me? “I’m going to get a job and move into a smaller apartment; I will get you to that appointment, if I don’t I might as well die.” He frowned and wiped the picture away, slumping in his seat,” I don’t see why. I’m nothing, don’t change your life because of me, Bummie… Kibum I mean.”
Bummie? He already has a nick name for me? My hand stroked his thigh and he held it tight. My voice was deep,” You are my only reason to live, you are my life, I have built my world around you already. There isn’t a way to escape this easily.”