Chapter 7 (1/1)

#Chapter 7Yixing looked like a kicked puppy, wimpering as the figures drew near him. Kris was frozen solid, hands and feet refusing to cooperate with the thoughts rushing through his mind. There were eyes, staring, everywhere, from every angle. Fingers pointing, laughs resounding. It all was a puddle of mockery and disgrace and Kris was drowning, his knees grew weak as he started to back out, even though his mind was screaming at him to stay and fight.He was conflicted to say the least, hesitation driving his common sense to step away from the crowd and cower back to where he came from, tail between his legs.. Running away from all his problems once again. He looked back up at Yixing, and the desperation strewn across his countenance was inexplicable. The way his eyes were wide and glistening, the way his frail shoulders shook beneath the thin fabric of his white tank top was pitiful and showed how malnourished he was. Kris had left Yixing stranded on an island of misery without even a gun with a single bullet to take his own life. Kris had made his life an internal hell and caused him to suffer day after day because of something he didn’t even do.Life seemed to go to a standstill as Yixing’s eyes bore deep into his. Kris had to make a choice; either retreat and let Yixing down again, or rush in and suffer the consequences.“Alright kiddo, its in the locker for you. Don’t put up a fight and be difficult, and your 2 years in time wont seem as long as it really is.”The policeman stepped in front of Kris, essentially obscuring his view of Yixing from his vantage point. Yixing squirmed against the wall, seeing Kris’s head of blonde hair bobbing against the sea of black. He wanted to scream his duizhang’s name and believe that he would come and save him. But something deep inside him told him that he shouldn't get his hopes up. He was all on his own on this was his fight. Kris wasn't here in his life and he was a sole fighter. As a muscular hand reached fourth and twisted his wrist, Yixing gave a low cry and kicked his heel hard into the cop’s kneecap, successfully causing the man to shout and drop the hold on his hand. The older man cursed and spat,“You ignorant brat! I’ll have you sued for causing harm to enforcers of the law!”Before Yixing even had time to consider his victory, he felt another pair of strong, calloused hands grab his forearms and force them behind his back. He fought back and screamed as they forced his wrists closer to his spine and drove his face into the wall. The plaster surface felt as dry and hard as his morality at that moment and Yixing wringed his hands to try and get a steady grip on his captor’s arms but to no avail.The police whom Yixing had kicked stepped in front of him and leaned so close until Yixing could smell his salami breath. He spat on the dancer’s face and His palm collided with the side of Yixing’s head. Yixing felt as if fireworks filed with sparks of pain and agony were going off in his eye socket and his heartbeat rang in his ears. He was partially deaf for a second and cringed as the spit rolled down his face. He closed his eyes and tried to breath steadily. He could feel his legs giving way under him and he almost passed out, before a animalistic growl erupted from the sea of blue and white. The man’s head turned before a flash of sickly pale skin rushed past Yixing's eyes and the police had crumpled into a limp heap on the floor. Yixing's eyes flitted open and he met the gaze of a 23 year old, 6-foot tall chinese male with burning black eyes fueled with fury. Kris knelt down beside Yixing at the imediate second the boy caught his attention as the other police man released his grip on Yixing's hands and backed off to the side in fear. the young dancer felt his jaw go slack as Kris's soft thumb brushed the spit off the side of his face and paused, before kissing the tears gingerly from the corner of his face. Yixing tensed visably at the warmth from the point of contact but bit his lip and tried not to whimper. Kris thought that maybe he had gone a little to far with the gesture but he had to do it. he couldnt see Yixing like that. He had to go back and fight for his lover, whether he wanted it or not. The kiss wasnt anything desperate. it was to show that he still cared. But just as he rose to help Yixing up, he felt a sharp jolt of pain from his side and he staggered off to the side. A glance to the waist showed that he had been shot by a tranquliser dart and the darkness was slowly ebbing away at the edge of his mind.Yixing's voice calling his name became fuzzy and there was a loud ringing in his ears as he grabbed the dancer's hand and pushed through the crowd. Nobody wanted to touch thenm, so they all backed away as the duo advanced with quickening footsteps. Shouts were heard as Kris felt his breath bated in his ears as he tried to walk straight. Yixing was unfighting and looking over his shoulders as the guards advanced, breaking into  a jog. Yixing turned and gasped to find Kris slowly bending over and staggering off to the side."Yifan!"Yixing cried as Kris sighed before falling to his knees on the ground. Yixing swallowed and gasped as he tried to gather the significantly taller male in his arms and dragged him down the road to a corner. He quickly pushed Kris into the side alley and tried his best to keep quiet asthe cops passed him in a flurry of curses and boots. the young dancer was beat, even after only lugging a 165 pound male down 200 meters. Hands one knees, Yixing looked down at a limp Kris. He looked so peaceful and humble, something Yixing liked but knew it wasnt a good thing that Kris was out cold. He peeped out the alley and didnt see anyone so he read the street name and  realised he was on the same street as the cafe. He knew it was another 300 meters away and he would have to be quick beofre the cops turned back. He couldnt call anyone who knew about what Kris had done....not Joonmyeon, not baekhyun, not Chanyeol or Sehun. Jongin and Kyungsoo were definatley not needing anymore drama and Luhan was Pregnant...Yixing's hand hovered over his pocket for a second and he pressed  the letter 'T' onto his contact list. He swallowed and closed his eyes before hitting the only tab. after two rings there was an annoyed growl  at the end of the line."What do you want Yixing."Yixing shuddered and clared his throat as he said shakily,"Its..its Yifan--Yifan-Ge..he--I need your help, Tao....please?"                                                                             *************************************************"What the hell happened to him?"The cat-like tenor of the dark haired boy sounded fuzzy in the side of Yixing's ears as he rested his head against the glass of the car window and closed his eyes. His gaze inadvertly flitted to the lanky male in the other corner of the back seat who was out cold, and limp against the car door."its, its complicated..."Yixing managed to mutter out as the side of his face began to sting from the blow he had recieved earlier and he turned away. He winiced at the thought of the hand colliding into his cheek and the coldness that was in his dui zhang's eyes when he stepped forward and kissed the water off the side of his face. Yixing saw Tao's grip tighten on the steering wheel as he adjusted the rearview mirror so he was staring directly at the older male."Funny, that's what He always used to say..."There was a curious scratch in Tao's voice, as if he was drawing up some long painful memory from deep within."Who?"The words came out before Yixing even thought it through and he almost immediately regretted saying them the moment they came through his larynx. He heard Zitao give a low chuckle as he stopped at a red light in a forceful jerk, making the seatbelt jar into Yixing;s stomach and Kris's head jerk forward and hit the headboard of the passenger seat infront of him."Yifan," Zitao lamented as his lips curled into a cute little grin. "Always complicated.."Just as THe dancer opened his mouth  to say something, The car started again and the tall male beside him slumped against his shoulder. Yixing almost gasped and shifted, causing the sagged body to fall onto its side and the head of the tallest man to rest in the crook of his lap. Yixing's breath quickened at he felt the warmth of Kris's face on his thigh, his fluffy light blonde hair ruffled to one side as he lay in a fetal possition on the backseat of the car. Yixing looked down at the pale profile of his said lover's face and felt his heart flutter. Smooth skin like porcelain, a sharp nose and a intelligent forehead. But underneath those long lashes there was  circles, ones that looked so dark they were like bruises. He looked awfully tired. Sickly tired. The anestasia seemed to put him into a state of peace, one in which he could rest and be free, for the creases on his forehead were relaxed and it took years off him. Yixing lifed a hand from under the body and let it hover over Kris, pausing as the seconds ticked passed. He swallowed and shook as he placed it on Kris's shoulder, the letting it slide down to the dip in his waist. He made his fingers fasten gentley around the surface and smiled as he used the other hand to brush a loose lock of hair away from the older man's face lovingly. He was mad yes. But he couldnt help it. He couldn't not love the man before him. The redness of Kris's face shot a memory up Yixing's spine, along with a tinge of guilt. The was a split in the artist's upper lip and a small cut on his cheekbone. What did Yixing do, what did he do...A fingertip brushed softly against the mark and Yixing heard a soft groan escape Kris's parted lips. It echoed for a bit it the car before Zitao spoke up,"He got beat up?"Yixing swallowed thickly before replying  softly, "Yeah..i guess you could say that..."Zitao made a sharp turn, causing Yixing's head to hit the glass with a dull clunk. The older male winced as he looked outside to see a small motel. His jaw went slack as he looked at the boy sitting in the driver's seat with a confused look strewn on his countenance. Zitao hit the brakes."Trust me, the last thing Joonmyeon wants to see is this bastard..."Zitao pulled a cigarette from a small packet in his pocket and placed it between his lips while fishing for a lighter. After a few seconds he made a sound of frustration ans turned to glance over at the duo in his back seat,"Hey, could you get Yifan's lighter from his coat pocket?"it was more like a demand than a request and Yixing obliged imediately, searching the inside's of the man's outer coat for the object, however finding them suprisingly empty."Its not here..." Yixing stammered out as he silently made a note to wonder where Kris's lighter was; he always carried it around where ever he went with is cigarettes. Tao's thin lips became taut wire."Get out."Yixing opened the car door quickly at the sterness of Tao's voice and pulled the tall man out after him. He slung the limp arm over his shoulder with much difficulty and finally pulled Kris through the small opening. shutting the door with his foot, Yixing walked over to Tao's open window and bent forward to smile as sweetly as he could at that moment,"Thank you, Zitao"the Younger male didnt even look his way."and, i--im sorry..."Zitao laughed shortly, a laugh that was devoid of human laughter and warmth, and it made Yixing's heart tremble a bit in knowledge of what part he had played in preventing Yifan's relationship with Tao."Sorry, doesn't make up for what you did...Just,"Then Zitao closed his eyes and breathed out heavily through his nose,"Take care of our Yifan-ge..."With that the car revved to a start and Yixing backed away as it sped off into the distance. He watched, distantly before turning to the entrance and dragging Yifan into the building.                                                                                                       ************************************************************************* Getting a room wasnt a problem, and soon Yixing had dumped the hundred and sixty five pound male on one of  the queen-sized bed. He sighed breathlessly as he knelt down at the foot of the bed where Kris's feet were hanging off by the shins. He gingerly pulled off the older's loafers with a grunt and then the  socks, placing them neatly in the corner of the room. Next came the older's coat and blazer, which went in a folded stack on the dressing table. Yixing looked down at the unconcious male and gulped before bending over and unbuttoning the black button up, revealing a toned body beneath a white wifebeater. He had to stop himself from touching. Literally.So Yixing distracted himself by boiling some water and fetching a mug from the cupboard, thinking about making something hot to stave off his hunger. He found a milk-based packet drink in the drawer that had yet to expire and so tore open the packet with nimble fingers. He glanced over his shoulder before reaching up to get another mug and poured half of the powder into it. Yifan Had to be starving too, right?Yixing watched the unmoving boy for a few moments while the kettle was boiling, smiling rather bitterly to himself. Why was he still so kind to this man, a man that treated him like shit? Why did that slap he delivered make him feel grief? He deserved it...he deserved it more than anything...The kettle screeched and Yixing inhaled sharply at the sudden loud noise. As he turned around to switch off the flame, a groan was isssued from the corner of the room, followed by the shuffling of sheets and a soft gasp."Xing!"Yixing almost dropped the mug in his hands at the sound of his name being called in a voice with such distress. He bit his lip and didnt turn around, for some reason, not wanting Yifan to find him. He beleived in that moment that if he didn't see the older, he wouldnt see him. But obviously, he was in plain sight to the other."Oh God...Thank God You're okay..."Soft and irregular thumps came from behind him and Yixing stood horribly still, his eyes fixtated on the cup of white powder in his hands. He felt the looming presence behind him for just a second before a pair of strong arms found their way around his waist and slim fingers locked themselves around his belly. A broad chest moulded into his back and Yixing felt hot, bated breath ghost past his neck and behind the crook of his ear. He flinched at the contact, resulting in the hands on him to grab his shoulders and turn him around. Too fast, everything was moving too quickly. Yixing looked up to meet wide eyes and the flash of trauma in Kris's expression, dark pupils searching his own as pink lips parted and words slipped through without second thought."What's wrong? You're okay, right? They didn't hurt you, did they?"Those large hands fluttered across Yixing's face; across his cheeks, over his jaw to his neck and down the side of his head before resting at the temples of the younger."I'm alright, Yifan...please stop."Yixing said shakily as he made a vice hold on the circumfrence of the porcelain mug and tipped his chin down into his chest.Thumbs shook and brushed back Yixing's thin fringe of hair as chaffed lips pressed against his smooth forehead. Yixing felt the warmth spread from the point of contact all the way down to his finger tips as Kris just stood there like that for what seemed to be forever. Yixing could smell him; his distinct smell of sandalwood and acrylics on his clothes mixed with the salty tang of his skin. Yixing took it in, breathed it all in and held his breath as long as he could. Yixing missed this. A lot.Another tight hug was what came next before Yixing could move or react and the smaller dancer could only stand with his face pressed against Yifan's chest, helpless to move as his DuiZhang had his hands on his head and back and face in his hair."I'm sorry...I'm so sorry--Yixing if i had lost you..."Yixing felt the anger fourth-coming again for reasons unknown and spat back,"I'm not yours to loose."Yixing felt the hold on his lithe body weaken before the tall chinese man stepped away with an expression that came as hurt to the younger. His head shunned away as he stepped back awkwardly and shoved his hands into his pockets. Yixing swore at that moment he saw all the relief leave Kris's body in a whoosh. Yixing didn't like this newfound awkwardness one bit. He hated the anger inside him that made him become some being full of hatred that lashed out as his lover. He detested the fact that he could no longer let Kris's affection bring relief to him and that everything Yifan did to him came as a threat. Frustration burned him to the core and the austerity of it all complemented the cluttered state of his thoughts."I'm Sorry..Yifan...just, long day..."There was an unsteady exhale as Yixing turned away to face the stove and set the mug on the marble counter, eyes hooded. His brittle wrists lifted the heavy kettle with unstable hands, his throat convulsing as he tried to ignore the tall pillar of guilt breathing hotly down his neck. Just as he tipped the metal crockery forward, he felt the spout sway under his hands and his heart stopped for a millisecond as his wrist popped in its its socket. The young male squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the impending spray of burning hot water and the ear-splitting crash of metal against metal. But instead, he felt something supporting the water filled comode and placing it gently ontop of the oven. Slim digits curled over the top of his hand and fitted into the rounded lumps of his ghostly white knuckles, slipping through the spaces of his fingers and coiling around the steel of the hand-hold. A firm hold of warmth, steady and purposeful. "Hey, careful..."A crisp baritone breezed past his ear as he felt a tightened squeeze.Yixing felt a knot of aphrehension in the back of his neck and he stiffened visably, nontheless letting Kris pick up the kettle with his hand around his own, pouring the liquid. His eyes shifted uneasily from the task at hand to his own feet for a couple of seconds before Kris lets go cautiously and steps back towards the bed. He gave the younger man space...but was that what Yixing really wanted? Yixing sighed and picked up a mug shakily, one hand on the base supporting the slight weight and one on the handle to navigate. He turned to see Yifan lying on his back with his hands on his stomach, deft fingers intertwined as he looked blankly at the ceiling. His spidery legs were bent over the edge of the matress and his lips had become a single flat line. Yixing stepped forward tentatively and called him softly"Ge.."Kris sat up smoothly, lips parted and eyes squinted with a groan. Those cold black eyes seemed aimless and rather empty as they looked into Yixing's reflective brown pupils which were dilute and glistening under the pale light of the dingy motel lamp. Kris smiled, and Yixing felt his lips curling unaturally in sync with the older. "Thanks, love,"Yifan's voice was husky with an edge of uncertainty, but that did nothing to prevent the awkwardness in the room from settling into a comfortable silence. Yixing stood infront of the older male and watched him bring the cup to his lips, eyes shut and pink lips that once grazed his own skin dissapearing into the thick white mixture in the mug. He drank hungrily, and Yixing giggled at the sound of his lover's desperate chugs, the                                 It was also then that Kris realized he was actually consuming something after 2 whole days living of bar snacks and alcohol. He had only taken the drink because Yixing had given it to him? Yea, that had to be it. Yixing had his love in everything he did. That was exactly what Kris needed in his malnourished system.The tinkling sound of the younger boy’s laughter caused Kris’s eyes to fly open and halt his task of wolfing down the milky sustenance. As the cup left his lips, his heart felt like it did a flip in his ribs as Yixing’s laughter only heightened. The dancer’s slim digits made a beeline to his mouth, covering the opening as he doubled over with his beautiful eyes shut and his pearly whites showing through the spaces between his fingers where he had failed to prevent the joyous sound from erupting from his throat. A white layer of the drink had coated Yifan’s upper lip, complementing the faded grey of the slight stubble that ran from under his nose to his jawline. Yixing’s contagious laughter soon reached the still oblivious Kris, causing the man to let out a deep chuckle and a genuine smile.“What?”Yixing just bit his lip and shook his head with a soft smile on his face before leaning over and licking the pad of his thumb. Kris froze as the digit flowed over his lip and Yixing’s eyes were fixated on that spot he had wiped. The younger had to admit, he himself felt a shiver down the length of his spine the moment he felt the prickly unevenness of Kris’s lower jaw under his thumb.“Nothing…just, you had a little something there…”Yixing pointed innocently to the top of his own upper lip before looking away and pulling his lip between his teeth.Kris paused before breaking into a relaxed smile,“Oh, that?…It’s called facial hair by the way.”Yixing’s light giggle came again and he looked up to his senior and saw his gummy smile.  The silence that followed was peaceful, the only sound in the room was their breathing and possibly the rough beats of Kris’s heart. Well, he was personally thinking if Yixing could hear his pulse as it throbbed in his ears like firecrackers were going off in his head.Yixing laughed.He made his angel laugh.                                                                                           ***************************************************************************