Deadly (1/3)
Title: Deadly (1/3)
Pairing: Kyumin
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, Supernatural, Romance
Summary: One day in his dreary life of self-hate, Sungmin meets someone just like him. And now they're both in danger.
Sungmin flexed his fingers, sighing in relief as they bathed in the cool air. It felt so foreign to him, the sensation of actually touching something real instead of the rough insides of the leather gloves.
Staring out the window of the coffee shop, he stared hungrily at the linked arms, the clasped hands, the fond touches between the people walking to and fro on the streets. Absentmindedly, he reached for his mug of coffee but snapped his hand back in alarm when it brushed something other than the hard surface of the cup handle. He watched as the small plant on his table wither feebly and blacken to lie pathetically on top of the soil. Sungmin cringed bitterly, the taste of coffee in his mouth suddenly turning disgustingly bitter. Hearing the approaching footsteps of the waitress, Sungmin wearily put his leather gloves back on quickly.
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Kyuhyun was washing the dishes, no, they were washing themselves, to be exact, when he heard the cry of a little girl outside.
"Mister," she called when he poked his head out from the door of his house. "My ball is on the roof.”
Kyuhyun squinted up, searching for the round object, then grinned down at her.
"Hey there little girl, do you want mister to show you a magic trick?"
The girl pouted. "No, I want my ball back."
"You'll see it anyway."
With a flick of his wrist, the ball soared gracefully down from the roof and into his hand. Handing the ball to her, he smirked, self-satisfied, and left the little girl stunned as he walked back into his house, the door shutting itself behind him.
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Sungmin was staring at a chair. A chair that was floating in the air. Around forty feet off the ground and still rising.
He closed his mouth, blinked and squinted at the sky again. His eyes were definitely not lying.
The door of the house he was standing in front of opened and a tall lanky man stepped out, also staring straight up at the chair. Sungmin, from a first glance, concluded that the man was either an engineer or an inventor. By the callus on the right ring finger caused by the overuse and improper grasping of pencils, the faint marks on the bridge of the nose left by long-term wearing of goggles, and even the small scorches from the flame of wielding torches on the skin.
But the man seemed to be occupied by the drifting chair, hands trembling at his sides, his shirt clinging to his torso with sweat, chest heaving up and down in pants. His hair stuck to his forehead, face flushed and shining in perspiration, eyes unblinking and bright.
“Excuse me?” Sungmin slowly approached the man, cautiously keeping a safe distance. The other paid him no attention, still focused on the ascending chair. His hands seemed to be shaking more violently than before. Then he suddenly shut his eyes, clutched his head and stumbled onto the ground, coughing and retching. Sungmin was still staring at him until he noticed that the chair was plummeting straight down at the man below it.
“Look out!” He yelled and instinctively dashed to shove him away but the man was faster, rolling himself onto the street just as the chair shattered against the front lawn. Groaning, he propped himself on his arms, shivering and gasping for air.
Sungmin grabbed his arm and hoisted him up. “You alright?”
“Never better.” The man muttered, before waving to the gaping bystanders. “Go on, nothing to watch here. Filming is not allowed, thank you very much.”
“Do you mind helping me back into my house?”
Sungmin realized that the man was talking to him. “Oh, no, not at all.”
Sungmin was right, he was an engineer after all. Inside the house, walls were covered with blueprints and sketches, equipment of all sorts were scattered around the house, computers buzzed merrily at the side, and a few machines were working on their own in the corner.
“I can take care of myself now, thanks,” the man lifted his weight off of Sungmin. “Anything to drink?”
With a press of a button, two mechanical arms man extended, holding out a glass of water.
“No thanks.”
“Suit yourself then.” The man settled himself on a sofa with a tired grunt. “I’m Kyuhyun, by the way.”
“Sungmin. So, mind telling what all that was about?”
Kyuhyun’s eyes glinted, the glass of water leaving his hand and hovering above his palm. He smirked expectantly at Sungmin.
Sungmin hesitated before speaking. “That was you, all along?”
“What you saw was--training, you could call it? Not very comforting to my body. Happens every time.”
“Aren’t you afraid of other people seeing you?”
“Why should I be? They’re probably used to floating objects around my house. No one dares to ask why.”
Sungmin was quite taken aback. This was something new. He’d never thought that way.
“You’re pretty cool.” Kyuhyun grinned.
“Huh?”
“People freak out when they find out about what I can do. You’re the first that hasn’t.”
Sungmin shifted his feet. “Thanks, I guess.”
There was a brief silence as Kyuhyun worked with the machines, sending tools over to help the arms as he drained the cup of water.
“Do you think,” Sungmin spoke slowly, anticipating the answer, “there are others..... like you?”
“Hold on a second,” the room was filled with a blinding light, then “sorry, what?”
Sungmin repeated his question.
“I do,” Kyuhyun’s eyes were sparkling, until now Sungmin hadn’t realized that they were bright blue, “if I exist, then others do too. It’s something I don’t really know how to explain, I can just feel it.”
The ton of bricks inside Sungmin seemed to become much lighter. He had found a sense of belonging, finally, after all these years.
“What’s with the gloves?” Sungmin caught Kyuhyun eyeing them curiously.
“They’re nothing. Skin allergy.” The answer had become his own involuntary response, a reflex.
Kyuhyun nodded thoughtfully. Sungmin cleared his throat and stood up.
“Well, I’ve got to go. Interesting place,” Sungmin traced the edge of a diagram with a gloved finger, “I’ll see myself out.”
“Come back another time? I get pretty lonely around here.”
“I doubt I’ll be able to,” Sungmin replied from the doorway, and Kyuhyun gave him an incomprehensible look.
“Don’t worry, you will.”
part 2
A/N: I'm back to writing again! Summer's here! /flails
I'm taking a little break from my chaptered fic, sorry I haven't updated in a while, been busy busy busy.