Title: Narcissus
Summary: Narcissus, the man who fell in love with his reflection. What do he and Jung-woo have in common? Well, for one, they fell in love...
Pairing(s): Jung-woo x Tae, slight Ga-woon x Kun
Rating: T
Warning(s): I believe in common sense. I'm sorry, but no one can force you to read a fanfic. If you do not like incest, I ask you, please stay away from my fic. All flames and protests of "They're cousins!" will be ignored. I know that, I just happen to think they'd be a very cute couple. (big grin)
Author's note: Hey there! For some of you, this fanfic may seem very familiar...I took it down and reposted it under a 'T' rating, 'cause if yall can stomach shonen-ai, I'm guessing you handle a little incest. Set after volume 2...er...I think that's about right...
Disclaimer: I'd love to, but the Kill Me, Kiss Me series is not mine, and I'm making no money from this.
Inspiration for this fic comes from the lovely Angel Sanctuary, the Weasley twins, and of course, Lee Young Yuu for making the wonderful series of K2 (none of which I own). Oh, and it's dedicated to Ryoku123, for pressuring me to post this! Thanks so much!
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"If he should love, deny him what he loves!"
-- Ovid, Metamorphoses
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Ch: 1
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...Tae...
Soft lips traveled down her throat, pressing warm kisses occasionally, drawing delightful moans from slick parted lips. His fingers curled in short blonde hair, as her head was tilted back for that wonderfully wicked mouth to progress up to her earlobe, teeth delicately taking it between them. A light little nibble, then his tongue snaking out slowly, bringing another sound, this time more between a whimper and a hoarsely whispered name,
"...J... Jung-woo..."
The sinful mouth moved away, drawing a whimper of protest from the girl...Fingertips trailed down her side, reverently committing every fraction of pale skin to memory before reaching her waist, flicking under the flimsy un-tucked dress-shirt, the soft pads tracing small patterns on the bared skin of her abdomen...
Mischievous dark brown eyes rose to capture confused light ones.
"Yes, Tae?"
Jung-woo cracked open his eyes. He gave a brief yawn. The blond boy sat up in his bed, as his arms shot up in a stretch. This was not the first time he had dreamed of seducing his cousin, nor would it be the last, as the area between his legs assured him. The dark-eyed male could scarcely recall when the nightly dreams began, and were so frequent he never reflected upon 'why' anymore.
The blond simply shrugged it off as another faucet his abnormality showed itself... an incestuous, sinful faucet... Oh, Jung-woo was no fool: He knew it to be unusual to think of your family member in such a manner, but over years... the teen had gotten used to it, he supposed. It wasn't as if any amount of effort could make him 'stop'.
Rubbing his eyes rid himself of any remnants of sleep, the young man swung his legs to the edge of his bed and stood, albeit swaying slightly.
Stumbling to the bathroom connected to his bedroom, the lithe boy shed his nightclothes and stepped into the shower. After a few shivering moments beneath the adjusting icy stream, Jung-woo felt wide awake and therefore, much saner. The world became much easier once his mental barriers were in place, diverting the constant stream of thoughts in his mind. Jung-woo got out and finished getting ready for the day, pausing briefly to stare into his mirror.
The face he so adored for stared right back. He was reminded of the myth, Narcissus- the man who fell in love with his reflection... Was it Tae he loved, or himself?
No, for his eyes were dark and hollow. Tae's were bright and blue. Hm! Like the sky during the day compared to the night? Oh, wasn't he poetic this morning...
He ran his fingers through messy blond bangs- his hair was getting quite long. Maybe he needed a haircut? Nah, this made him look less like Tae...
Mechanically, the blond headed out to the kitchen, where he was greeted by...
Tae. In an apron, and a look of extreme concentration on her pretty face. She appeared to be attempting to make... pancakes?
If he hadn't finished a painfully cold shower, the dark-eyed boy would have assumed this to be another demented dream, one that would end with her on the tile wearing nothing but whipped cream and maybe a little syrup. Snipping that trail of thought ruthlessly, he stepped barefoot onto the cool tile.
Arching a sarcastic brow, Jung-woo drawled, "Why aren't you in school?"
The female blonde laughed, facing him, "It's the weekend, remember?" Jung-woo could vaguely summon up images of random classmates shouting 'TGIF', but he truly hadn't cared enough to take notice.
Suddenly Tae Yeon's face was but two inches away from his own, her bright eyes looking deeply into his. It was unnerving, and he suddenly, feeling paranoid, wondered if she had gotten an inkling as to what was going on inside his twisted, perverse mind.
"You do know what day it is, right?" she asked, soft blue eyes shining with worry.
"Saturday." He replied dryly, skirting around her to tend to the pancake that had all but been forgotten by his blonde cousin. When the male Im faced her again, he found her gaping.
"It's your birthday!" the light-eyed girl choked out.
Behind the pokerface he had set up, Jung-woo was mentally snickering at the opportunity that had dropped into his lap.
"I knew that."
Actually he hadn't, but the bored monotone got the reaction he was hoping for:
Her hands fisted, her eyes flashed, and his overly-emotional double seethed, "Then why did you act like you didn't know why I was here?" Though he was truly glad she was making breakfast for him, watching her squirm caused a great deal of personal amusement... while knowing that he was being ungrateful that her temper wasn't as violent as Que-min's. ...Like prodding a feral wildcat with a stick to watch it's response.
Chuckling darkly, he lifted one shoulder in a non-committal response. She set a platter piled high with misshapen, lumpy pancakes and grinned, anger passed away as quickly as it came. "Eat up! Mom and dad want to have lunch with you at noon!"
Raising an incredulous brow, he murmured, as if in awe, "How many people are you feeding?"
She shrugged, stabbing at the mound. Once they were on her own plate she put some whipped cream and syrup on top.
The sagging stack of sugary goodness suddenly reminded him of Tae... On the top she seemed to be just a fluffy shallow girl in love with a model she's never met, then the sappy, syrup layer beneath that, and then the pancakes themselves, the courageous, gentle, quirky and layered part of Tae, the true depth of all that she is. A bitter tone crept into the sweet, if a little odd, metaphor, noting that all together she was unhealthy. And that he was weird.
Very weird.
"Hellooooo? Jung-woooooo?" the object of his scrutinizing was waving a hand in front of her face, concerned. He wondered what she would say if she knew she was being compared to a confectionary treat...
Jung-woo stood up abruptly, and walked over to the fridge. He sat down again with soda in hand, as a bead of sweat rolled down Tae's face. After taking a sip, he forcibly dragged a few pancakes to his plate. Taking a bite, he said quietly, face emotionless,
"Thanks."
"Eh? Huh?" She sputtered, off-guard.
He mentally 'humph'ed. The dark-eyed Im wasn't that stingy in his gratitude, was he? A broad smile bloomed across her face, and he was suddenly very grateful he wasn't the type to blush.
"You're welcome, Jung-woo! Happy Birthday!" Tae Yeon smiled happily. "I would do anything for my younger cousin on his birthday!"
Jung-woo smirked, remembering the most recent dream.
"-'Cause you know I love you!"
This wasn't the first time she had spoken those words. And she spoke them without expecting a response. Tae said them because she knew that he needed to hear them, to be reassured to that to someone he did matter.
At first he had clung to that hope, to Tae, because she was his age... his double... the one person in this fucked up world he could trust...
Over the years, he had gathered knowledge of Tae that was impossible to replace or replicate. With puberty came inevitable changes that affected their relationship, adding a physical... level. Things never became awkward, rather, as she became preoccupied with 'normal' girl things, (while adding her own tinge to it that made it anything but normal,) he was able to observe, to watch. The younger Im could honestly say he knew her better than anyone, and through that he was able to love like no one else, not as a parent or a friend or even a boyfriend, but as a... mate... she was his 'other half'... yet, typical expressions for lovers didn't quite fit.
She was just... Tae.
His Tae.
Closing his eyes and placing the metal prongs of the fork against his curving lips, he thought the words he could never say.
'I love you too, Tae.'
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