Death's Caress - kyungjeong

Two

The next morning YiJeong woke up feeling slightly discombobulated and tired. He'd hardly slept through the night and constantly tossed and turned because his body and mind was running into overdrive. He wanted to ask Kyungil to help him sleep but he also didn't want to bother the reaper. He'd done that enough.

"I know you're awake YiJeong," Kyungil said from beside him suddenly. YiJeong startled and turned around quickly,"you don't have to scare me like that you know."

"You need to get up and eat something," Kyungil ordered instead, ignoring YiJeong's previous statement. "Blah, blah, blah, yeah dad I know," YiJeong teased before sliding out of bed. And no, of course Kyungil wasn't distracted by the oversized white shirt hanging off the smaller boys right shoulder, exposing his collarbone. He also didn't think YiJeong's bed head was cute. Nope, not at all.

"Well what are you sitting there for slowpoke? Come help me cook," YiJeong called from the room over. Kyungil shook his head as he thought about the many times he had to reprimand himself for finding the human cute. "Do it yourself Jeong," he yelled back.

After not getting a response, Kyungil was pleasantly surprised to see YiJeong pop his head around the door with a pout on his face. "Rude." But all Kyungil could think about was how rude it was for one person to be so damn adorable.

He didn't know when he first started to have those thoughts; the ones he felt may have been slightly inappropriate because for crying out loud YiJeong was human. And what good could possibly come from having a small (maybe not so small) crush on a human? Absolutely nothing.

"Kyung, come on!" YiJeong yelled from the kitchen. Kyungil shook his head slightly, mainly because the boy had him so distracted he didn't even see him leave (but he could always play it off on the fact that YiJeong didn't ever use honorifics with him so therefore he didn't need to help, right?).

"You have literally no respect for me Jeong, calling me 'Kyung' like that's normal," he says when he finally enters the kitchen. "Oh let up a little, you never complain so why now?" YiJeong smiles. And when Kyungil takes too long to respond, he simply turns around and begins cooking again.

"So, are you gonna help? Or are you just gonna stand around while I do all the work?" YiJeong questions after a few minutes. "Well you're the only one eating so why should I help?" Kyungil asks even though he knows he can never resist helping the younger, but before he can continue he's cut off.

"No you're right. I'll do it," YiJeong responds. The reaper sighs before grabbing YiJeongs arm and turning him around,"What's wrong? And don't say 'it's nothing' because you know i'll know you're lying to me." YiJeong chuckles dryly before letting out a small "Of course you would know." He sounds almost close to tears and Kyungil is almost at a loss because he doesn't want to see the younger cry.

"I just don't understand, you know? I'd already lost mom, but dad had to leave too? And then to make matters worse, you couldn't even return back to wherever your home is because you had to stay and watch the poor child without parents. It's not really fair to either of us, is it?" YiJeong spews out. It was bound to happen eventually, YiJeong verbalizing his frustrations, and Kyungil had been wondering when it would happen.

"I wasn't staying to 'watch the poor child' YiJeong. I stayed because I cared, and I still care, about you. If this is because you think I don't want to be here, you're wrong. I want to help you, I want to make sure you're taken care of the way a person should be," Kyungil sighs.

"No, you do too much for me already. You help me too much, care for me too much. I don't want you to stick around anymore if you're only here to help me; I don't need it. I'm tired of being dependent on you because my parents are gone. I can take care of myself and you should worry about taking care of yourself too," YiJeong continues his speech.

"Why do I feel like you're breaking up with me?" Kyungil responds. And only seconds later does he realize what he's said and regrets even opening his mouth. But instead of getting angry like Kyungil thought he would, YiJeong giggles before finally bending over in full blown laughter. "Of everything I said, that's what you get from it?" He stutters between bouts of laughter.

Maybe Kyungil doesn't regret it so much after all, especially if it means seeing YiJeong happy and laughing.

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okay so i know i said every friday. Annnnnnd i haven't updated since like 3 weeks ago lmao. but high school has been slaughtering me and my job too and life in general. but here's a small chapter. i'll try to drop in again next week. (: don't forget to comment and vote!