Of French Customs and Old Times Part 15
Title: Of French Customs and Old Times.
Status: Part 15
Author: xxqod
Pairings: Jonghyun/Taemin/Minho, Jinki/Kibum
Rating: PG-15
A/N: For bopeep_achu who requested this, it takes place in France of the 18th Century. Incorrect use of the French language XD lol, I only had basic French. It's not historically correct and I used their Korean names, cause I can't bring myself to change them. (Don't bash me for it! >.< )
~There's a wordlist at the end of each part, stating the French words and their translation.~
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Taemin turns his head towards Jonghyun. 'Did I hear that right?' He blinks a few times but doesn't make any move of answering the blonde, who stares at him with hope twinkling in his eyes.
"Doesn't it seem like a good idea?" Jonghyun whispers, his smile slowly fading away when Taemin avoids his eyes. He distances himself from Jonghyun and Kibum hands him a gown to cover himself. He doesn’t say anything, just because he doesn’t know what to say.
“I don’t know Jonghyun.” He whispers and Kibum’s eyes widen, while Jonghyun looks like he’s going to cry. He does so, even though he is unaware of it until Jinki offers him a handkerchief. Surprised he touches his cheeks to feel the wetness on them and he wipes at the tear tracks with the back of his hand.
“Merci, Jinki.” He pretends he doesn’t hear his voice cracking around the edges and Jinki does so too, but Kibum’s mouth twitches. He takes two big steps over to where Taemin is and shakes him, hands firm on the smaller boy’s shoulders, thumbs pressing in the muscles there.
“What do you think you’re doing Taemin?!” He is crying, crying so hard while he keeps shaking the lithe form. Taemin keeps his eyes downcast and his mouth shut.
“Why don’t you just go with Jonghyun?!” He is practically screaming by now, but Taemin stands his ground and makes sure he doesn’t flinch at the sharp voice directed at him. A slap across his cheek sends his head to the other side and dazed he lifts his hand to feel at the already and now again stinging flesh.
“Kibum...” Taemin was shocked to find Kibum ignoring him for the first time when he wanted to spend a little more time with Jinki, but this just makes him feel like this little spoilt kid that doesn’t know how to say ‘thank you’.
“You deserve it! And don’t pretend you don’t!” Kibum turns and runs out the room, avoiding Jinki’s hands that make a grab for him. Angry he walks through the hallways, grumbling under his breath. Just as he wants to enter his room he gets yanked back harshly and his hands are held behind his back, a knife at his throat.
“So...you’re going to make sure the others stay here while I’m going to report about this whole ordeal to Roi Minho. What do you think?” That voice... ‘Merde! We actually forgot about her! Fuck!’ Kibum keeps still though, the knife pressed against the smooth skin under his chin isn’t something he wants to get damaged by some whore turning sour.
‘How am I going to get myself out of this situation? Think Kibum!’ He almost panics as his mind doesn’t come up with something useful to get himself away unharmed.
“I think you’re going to sleep a bit if you don’t answer me.” The knife pressed closer, but the girl had provided him with an escape plan. He lets his eyes droop and his breath becomes more erratic. The girl sounds worried and Kibum suppresses his smile from surfacing. Gravity pulls him down and backwards and the scream from behind him and the clanking of the knife against the tiles tell him he succeeded. He feigns collapsing, slipping in and out of conscious like a master magician, but it comes as a surprise when the girl winds her small fingers around his neck.
“Die! You should just die!” She presses down and Kibum makes a choking sound before he brings his legs up to kick her away. But with the way she’s pinning him down, he can’t quite reach her and his hands grab at her arms to pull them away. Her nails are sharp and long, Kibum feels them in the back of his neck, slowly wounding him. ‘Jinki, help me.’
It’s not Jinki’s fault Kibum just ran out of the room, but why does it make him feel so miserable seeing how Kibum just ignored him and ran. He watches as Jonghyun tries to calm down an upset Taemin, who effectively buried himself in the sheets of his bed, blocking the blonde out of his system. He eyes the room and suddenly he feels cold, very cold. ‘The girl.’
“Kibum!" He yells and sprints away, leaving Jonghyun baffled and Taemin sneakily peeking from the blankets.
Left, right, left, front. Not a sign of Kibum and Jinki frantically tries to keep his tears from spilling when he stumbles upon a knife with the slightest trace of blood on it. 'Kibum!' Jinki turns around, trying to catch a sign of where Kibum went, or the girl for that matter, he believes she was the one using the knife. He sinks to his knees when nothing points him to a possible right direction.
"I don't want to lose you like this, Kibum." He whispers into his palms and as if somebody or something hears him, there is coughing not that far away from him. Hastily Jinki stands and skids through the only open door at the end of the hallway.
"STOP RIGHT THERE!" And he doesn't make a move, because the girl has what seems to be an unconscious Kibum sitting on the couch with herself standing behind it, while she presses a long sword to Kibum's throat. Her left hand holds onto Kibum's hair, keeping his head up and back, but as she talks her grip loosens and Jinki holds his breath when Kibum slumps forward against the blade and prays he doesn't slide sideward. His lungs only fill with air when the girl yanks Kibum's head back and there's no visible trace of a knife cutting through skin.
"I just want to make sure Roi Minho knows what's going on here." She says with this evil glint in her eyes and Jinki knows what she wants to tell him. He feels the blood in his veins run cold at her chuckle following the words. But his biggest concern now is getting Kibum out of the hands of that witch, but he can't concentrate. Not when the girl keeps moving with her arms, all the time getting close to slicing Kibum's head of his neck.
"You are going to write the letter." Jinki blinks and breathes in through his nose.
"You want me to do what?" He asks, voice filled with confusion and disbelieve. The girl only presses the blade harder and tells him to get the paper and writing utensils of the desk and seat himself at the small saloon table where she can keep an eye on him.
"Do it! Or else…" She lays Kibum's head back onto the back of the couch and runs her fingers over the skin of Kibum's jaw. Jinki's hands curl into fists at his side. 'Why is she touching him?!' The girl smiles at him in a way Jinki knows he hates and he really wants to punch her. But Kibum slumps forward again and his gaze is pulled towards him. He imagines he sees the slightest upturn of lips on Kibum's face, however he isn't sure at all.
He watches the witch's face again before he looks back to Kibum and sees his eyelids flutter a bit, mouth wording the word 'allez'. Luckily it's in Jinki's nature to keep his facial expressions in check, or else he would've given everything away. He turns around to the desk and grabs an pencil lying there harmlessly. His grip becomes harder and he sure hopes he isn't mistaken in Kibum's intention.
"Maintenant!" Jinki yells and he throws the pencil at the girl at the same time Kibum pushes the arm holding the blade out of the way. He rolls to the side and off the couch as the pencil hits the girl in the face and the sword drops where Kibum was seconds before.
Jinki leaps and triumphantly holds the sword pointed towards the girl. Kibum looks at him with wide eyes.
"Jink-" But Jinki interrupts him before he can even say anything.
"She deserves it Kibum." And the younger boy shivers at the hateful tone the other uses and he freezes when Jinki steps forward and presses the sharp point against the girls chest, where her heart is located. Kibum is scared for what Jinki will do, but clearly he's not as scared as the girl who is frozen while tears stream down her face in rivers, giving her face only a fraction of the beauty it held before.
"Jinki, don't do it." Kibum whispers in the silence of the room, but Jinki's eyes only harden.
"Don't tell me what to do Kibum! She hurt you! I can't loose you! You know that right? She would have taken your life if I wasn't here searching for you!" Jinki practically screams and Kibum winces and the girl begins sobbing quietly now. It only angers Jinki more and the sword comes closer to her.
"She has a child, Jinki." Kibum sits against the couch, vulnerable with his palms pressed against his eyes trying desperately not to cry.
For a long moment nobody says something and after Kibum calmed down, he silently watches all different kinds of emotions flash across Jinki's face and the shaking shoulders of the girl in front of him. He doesn't dare to say something now, because this is when Jinki is most dangerous, at least, Kibum thinks he is.
"Out." And Kibum almost stands up, but Jinki shakes his head and Kibum falters in his movements.
"Out. Take the kid with you." The girl looks at him with big pleading eyes, but Jinki doesn't have any of it.
"OUT NOW!" He roars, Kibum flinches in reaction even if he's not the one Jinki is yelling at.
"If I find you somewhere around the castle the next couple of days, I'll cut your head off!" Jinki shouts after the retreating figure of the girl. He doesn't bother following her, he scared her enough to believe she'll leave the castle in no time.
Jinki rubs his temples, something he doesn't do often, but being angry cause him these headaches... well… Jinki flares through his nose before he looks over to Kibum who's still sitting on the ground watching some light flickers on the wall and Jinki feels all anger ebb away. He kneels next to Kibum and reaches over to hug him, but Kibum turns the other way, just this slightest bit, and Jinki knows he is just rejected physical contact.
"Kibum?" He whispers and his hand comes up to wipe some bangs from Kibum's eyes, but the younger gives him a cold glare and Jinki falters.
"That wasn't necessary, was it?" Kibum spits at him before standing up and walking away, leaving Jinki with a more empty feeling than before.
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A/N: Sorry for this super late update D: I was really busy and I think everybody noticed. I'll get back to reading everything I've missed asap. But I wanted to update this part. I think I wrap it up in one or 2 more chapters, because I'm going on vacation soon >.<. Comments are loved! <3
List of French words with translation:
- Merci - Thank you
- Roi - King
- Merde! - Shit!/Damn!
- Allez - go
- Maintenant! - Now!