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): Incest, mild tones of shonen-ai
Author's note: I love Ga-woon! I don't think there's anything wrong with him. However, this chapter is in Jung-woo's point of view. I have chosen to give Jung-woo a deep hatred for the gang leader. Therefore, some descriptions of Ga-woon will be... less than flattering. However, I hope to make it up with some hinted Kun x Ga-woon...
Disclaimer: I'd love to, but the Kill Me, Kiss Me series is not mine, and I'm making no money from this.
Review Responses:
Plushie Heartless: Maybe you do, maybe you don't... (giggle) Thank you for your review!
Simply Hopeless: This is the one fic I have already completed, so no worries! Thank you so much, I appreciate all encouragement!
xxblissxx: (blinks) Yeah, it's awkward...um...is that a bad thing? I'm glad you think it's cute, though!
Ch: 2
Dark desire and hatred whipped and whirled, twisting violent fury around his throat- choking winding its unrepentant coils around his mouth...slithering, slipping, sliding around his barren existence, displaying deathly specters of horrific memories to prying hands. Eyes brimming with morbid appeal, beyond the blackest of night, the burning canvas of childhood innocence the only light...
No, this reality was hell poorly dressed in concrete and metal, a torturous playhouse for selfish little children in bodies of almost-adults. Bitterness flavored his thoughts, clawing, warping all emotions and thoughts until all but two were recognizable to human eye.
He loved Tae.
He hated her boyfriend.
Dark eyes blinked against the sudden light, dilating. The Im cousins stood outside a convenience store, white plastic bags in hand. Switching her bags to one, Tae Yeon ran fingers through her short blonde hair and grinned.
"Let's get these back home, eh?"
Jung-woo nodded, wondering obscurely why he was allowing this...
I'm becoming a masochist...
Tae was spending the night at his apartment, as part of his birthday. The plan was to stay up late watching old movies and reliving good times. Ga-woon Kim and Kun Kang were bringing over... some horror film... Through the film the blond boy knew he would have to endure Tae plastering herself to her boyfriend's arm, and other nauseating couple-actions.
Tae stepped on his foot, intentionally... stomped really. Her face was glowing with anger. He smirked.
"What were you saying?"
"We were discussing what movie we should watch first." She said tersely, gritting her teeth.
Dark eyes blinked. "We were?" In reality she had been debating with herself, letting him listen in. It was then the younger Im noticed two tall silhouettes near the complex entrance. One was blond, the other with black hair... they seemed to be arguing... "Is that Ghe-ewen?"
"Arrg- Wait... Ga-woon! Kun!" She shouted in greeting as they approached the pair. "You're early!" Then she elbowed him, muttering, "It's Ga-woon." Jung-woo couldn't help but chuckle a bit that she fell to the bait... again.
The duo both faced the cousins; Ga-woon Kim scratched his head, laughing nervously, looking vaguely like an ape, as Kun Kang retained a cool expression of annoyance.
"Hey Tae, has anyone ever told ya that yer handwriting is damn hard to read?"
"I wrote the directions." Jung-woo piped up. He had deliberately written them with his other hand, but that wasn't the point.
"...Oh..." the thug had the decency to look abashed. Damn it. Kun just lifted an eyebrow. There was a moment of tense silence, then...
"Well. Lets go inside!" Tae interjected, shattering the icy wind that had been to blow between the boys.
The hours later spent in front of the television were a blur of laughter and terror. True to design, Tae had become frightened by the movie, but did not spend the evening "Plastered to Ga-woon's arm" like expected. The seating arrangements for the horror film were dramatically altered by the fact that Ga-woon had become scared as well, and jumped the nearest thing, which happened to be Kun on his left. In an uncharacteristic bout of boldness, (or masochism) Jung-woo grabbed onto Tae, who was grateful for the contact and clung to him.
"Whoa, it's two 'o clock..." noted the drowsy thug, disentangling himself from model-boy's very firm grip.
"Glad to know you can read a digital." Jung-woo shot cruelly, a sneer twisting his lips before he masked that as well. Tae poked him hard in the ribs, but that only reasserted the smug satisfaction of knowing that she hadn't moved away.
"Do you want to stay the night?" she asked worriedly, irrationally unsure if they could make the trip home.
They were the two toughest fighters in the damn district after Ghoon-hahm, and she was treating them as though they were a couple of nancy-boys! Though her concern might have derived from how she let him go out alone in the rain that one day, thinking he was strong enough to handle things...and had a run-in with Ghoon-hahm that sent him to the hospital...Still, jealousy coursed through his veins. His face remained blank.
"My parents think I'm staying at Ga-woon's." the model voiced, at the same time lover-boy commented, "My parents don't care."
Tae clapped her hands cheerfully, once again glowing with life. "Okay! You can sleep on the couches!"
"We're gettin' the couch tonight?" lover-ape asked in a whine, as Model-boy snickered at the implication. The blond Im's lip rose in a sneer at the two, hating that same implication yet powerless to protest.
The light-eyed girl grinned as she assured them, "Yep, Jung-woo is graciously going to share his bed with me tonight."
'When did we make that arrangement?' he thought suddenly.
Then lover-ape made an "Oooooh" sound that proved what Jung-woo's theory: Ga-woon was the missing link in the evolutionary line.
In retrospect, Jung-woo was amazed at the total lapse of judgment he had displayed, allowing Tae into his bed. Mostly trying to annoy her lover-ape, he hadn't given much thought to what might happen afterward. Somehow he had fled to an empty dreamscape, void of any particular visions... He'd had almost a full three hours of sleep, but something tugging at him forced him into consciousness.
His return to the land of the living had been accompanied by two things: An intense feeling of contentment, and the realization that Tae had squirmed her way into his arms.
They were spooned tightly together, matching and complimenting eachother's build, fitting together as if they had been made for eachother. The rational part of his mind piped up that 'of course we fit together perfectly, we're from the same family', but the aesthetic part just enjoyed the feel of it all. Tae's back was pressed against his chest, their legs tangled together and their lower regions aligned perfectly for him to flip her over and... Jung-woo directed his thoughts elsewhere, becoming aware of how his hand had somehow slipped beneath her shirt, and of his fingertips tracing patterns on the silky skin.
Smiling wryly at the irony, Jung-woo got out of the bed, careful not to wake Tae, and headed to the kitchen, where he planned to splash some cold water in his face.
And get some soda, as he was becoming quite addicted to the stuff.
"Hey, Jung-woo. Do you always get up this early?"
Dark eyes met the silvery ones of Kun Kang. The model was lounging against the counter, looking more sluggish than usual as a cigarette dangled from his lips. Jung-woo considered telling him to take his nasty habit outside, but wasn't up for the effort.
Shrugging, the smaller boy made his way to the fridge, opening it and peering inside. The taller male drummed his fingers on the counter top, a sure sign he wanted to say something. Jung-woo remained silent and blank-faced, letting Kun gather his thoughts.
When he spoke, it was with unwavering clarity. "Listen, I don't know what's been going on with you or your life... you've been acting like an asshole all night, and you've probably got your own weird reasons..." Jung-woo smiled grimly that Kun of all people thought he was acting 'weird'. "... But don't just give up and let things be. I know you might think you've lost your chance with a certain dark-haired girl, but screw that 'if you love someone let them go' bullshit! Your feelings are just as important... But if you just let the issue go and fade away, there's no chance whatsoever!" His voice faltered for a second, and then he added, "I would know..." He cast a sorrowed glance to a doorway. And it wasn't the one Jung-woo had entered.
Jung-woo was silent for a long time. Though he knew Kun was referring to the bizarre situation with Que-min and had grossly misinterpreted his attractions, he couldn't help but take the words to heart.
As of yet, Kun had no ulterior motive for helping him. He was an "unbiased" opinion. The tall model simply saw Jung-woo moving towards a path he himself had taken, and wished to warn the dark-eyed boy of the consequence. Upon further consideration, Kun seemed to be a good sounding board for the maelstrom of confusion he was experiencing.
"Do you want to know what's going on?" the smaller boy made sure his voice was laced with an accusing edge.
Kun blinked, startled that Jung-woo had finally spoken, and with such emotion. "Well, no-"
A small smile flitted over his face. "Then that's why I'll tell you." He replied cryptically.
Eyebrows raised, Kun reclined against the counter's edge, "Okay..."
"I'm in love."
The blond model nodded slowly, beginning to sense that something wasn't quite right...
"With Tae."
"...well. I see. That makes things...clearer."
There was a thumping noise.
Climbing back into Jung-woo's single bed, which looked like it was suffering under the weight of the cousins, the blond first noticed the state of the sheets, which before his departure had been relatively untangled. Tae seemed to have shifted slightly onto her back, and it seemed improbable that she alone had managed to twist in a few minutes what hours together had kept smooth.
He also realized that the 'slumbering' Tae's breath was a little quicker, and that her eyes were flitting beneath her eyelids...
She's feigning sleep, he thought wildly, as cold dread settled in his abdomen. Be it irrational paranoia or a sixth sense, Jung-woo knew, knew beyond a doubt that Tae had heard Kun in the kitchen, got up to investigate, and heard his... confession.
This was the moment of truth, in a sense.
She was willing to pretend it never happened.
He could simply "let it go" as Kun had said, or he could pursue it... wherever it may lead.
"Hey, Tae, I meant that..."
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Maru-chan: ...(shakes fluffy head)