DAY 88 {a kaisoo fanfic}

Chapter 7

Kai was stroking Kyungsoo's hair. Kyungsoo was laying in Kai's lap. Kai's face was full of affection for the other; Kyungsoo's face was emotionless.

This wasn't an unusual sight nowadays. Weeks had passed since Chen died. Weeks had passed since Kyungsoo started to hate himself more then he had ever hated anyone or thing. He came to the conclusion that he never even knew the feeling of true hatred until now.

*** (kai pov)

Since Kyungsoo had become a living corpse, stuck somewhere in the endless abyss between being alive and passing away, Kai had always been there. It didn't pain him to see Kyungsoo like this, but it wasn't the most pleasant feeling in the world either. It was a wonderful sight, seeing his love kill a friend for him. But the consequences of forcing him to do it where not as wonderful. But it was necessary. For his plan to work, his love had to be in pain.

Another good thing did come from this. His love finally allowed him to touch him. The touches were not intimate, but that didn't matter. Kai was able to take him into his arms, stroke him and caress him without the younger flinching away instantly. It made him feel like he accomplished in taking him. He took him and now the boy was his, no one else could have him. He was his property and his alone and it felt wonderful.

He looked down affectionately at his love who had fallen asleep. The sleeping boy was a beautiful sight. His expression was peaceful, more so then it had been in a while. Maybe he was finally starting to accept that he did the right thing. That this was his destiny. Kai softly moved a rogue hair from Kyungsoo's cheek. He caressed his cheek and positioned his body in such a manner that he could place a soft kiss on the sleeping one's forehead.

"Since I've met you, I have realized how lucky I am." He spoke softly, his lips still hovering above the boy's forehead.

"We were born in the same country, we speak the same language. We are so lucky. Imagine what would have happened if I wouldn't have found you. My life would have continued to be..." he thought for a while. Meaningless wasn't the right word, nothing he did was ever meaningless. "Empty." He concluded.

"When I call your name, my love, Soosoo, my dearest. When I hold your hand in mine. I can feel you, and I want you to feel me too. Feel this sensation, this feeling like I have never experienced before in my life. I want us to be in perfect harmony. I want us to be as one. Melting together like a knife penetrating fresh, soft flesh. When you cast a look upon me - whether it be in fear, awe or affection doesn't matter - my life becomes fulfilled. Before I met you I killed for fun, now I kill for love. I kill for you."

***

It's almost time my love, the 85th day is quickly approaching.

Then you will get one day to soak in the sunlight. One day to search out your family, but they won't accept you for the monster you have become. One day to miss me, and then you'll return.

On day 88, you shall be mine.