Little Bird [Kaisoo]

Angel

Despite him being shorter than me, the clothes actually fit me, kind of tightly, but they were comfortable. When I walked into his room, trying to towel dry my hair; he lay in his bed in his night clothes, reading a book. He glanced up and smiled at me when I entered.

"My clothes fit you well" My face grew hot and I smiled like an idiot, this all felt new to me, this attention I was getting.

"You said you were a dancer, right?" I stopped drying my hair and looked at him, and nodded.

"Why don't you show me some of your moves?"

I closed my eyes, and imagined a stage. Him as my audience member, him clapping, I let the music of my soul lead my moves, I grinded, glided, twirled, and thrusted to the beat. I heard a small gasp; I opened my eyes to see his doe eyes wide and his mouth slightly open in awe. I smirked, continuing my little show for him. He watched the way my body moved, his eyes were on me only.

When I stopped, he threw the book aside on his bed and clapped. "Holy shit" he said, I picked up my towel and continued to dry my hair, I felt happy now that I had showed him my dancing abilities.

"You weren't lying when you said that was your passion, it was like you were in another world, oh my god, it was unbelievable."

"Thanks" I laughed.

I threw the towel on his bean bag chair and climbed in next to him, his eyes wouldn't tear away from me. "What's your passion?" I asked propping myself onto my elbow so I could look at him more clearly.

"I like singing..." he said, "I was told that I couldn't do it though"

I grimaced, "Sing some for me"

He rolled his eyes, "Like I could top what you just did"

"You don't have to, just do it." I grin. He sighs, groaning.

"Fine"

Little bird, have you got a key, unlock the lock inside of me.

His voice was like a gift from heaven, it was heaven itself. It was as if I was sent to another world, where only he existed. If my dancing did the same for him, I would dance for him every single chance I got. His facial expressions when he sang too, was nothing words could describe.

Once he was done, he looked over at me and I was grinning. "Beautiful, seriously. Who on earth told you that lie that you couldn't do that?" 

"I don't want to talk about him, he's dead to me." I nodded not pressing the subject any further.

"I think you sing like an angel" He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"As if" he retorts, picking up his book and putting it on his night stand. I grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back onto his bed. His eyes searched mine, all I did was look into them, and there in the deep brown color, I saw it, I saw the need. He needed someone, anyone to bandage him up.

"Believe me...you do."

His lip quivered slightly and his eyes tore away, "Stop it, please" he whispered, voice cracking.

"You can compliment me, but I can't do the same for you?" I ask.

Crystals falling from his eyes, I lean in and kiss him. A sob escapes him; I kiss him again and again, trying to put his broken pieces back together. He clings to me, I pull him into a hug, his body shuddering as he cries into my chest. I could feel his sadness, I could feel his pain. Suddenly, his whole room changes, I blink and there he is as a young boy sitting on the edge of his bed, squeezing his eyes tightly, clutching a pillow, sobbing. I'm still holding present day Kyungsoo as he continues to fall apart.

"Kyungsoo! Where are you son?"

A man with a beer belly and a bald spot on his head enters his room. Little Kyungsoo wails, shaking his head as the man comes closer smiling sweetly.

"Don't cry, don't you like daddy's gifts?" His eyes widen, as if they could get any bigger, fear radiates from his fragile, small body. The man reaches into his pocket and he pulls out a wrench. My skin crawls as he stands directly in front of the small boy, "Please...daddy..." Without a second thought he swipes the wrench across his face, little Kyungsoo falls helpless onto his bed, choking on his sobs.

The man grabs him by his arm and lifts him up so his little body dangles, and wriggles mid air, forced to look this monster in the eyes. A bruise already forms on his delicate cheek.

"You're ungrateful, you little piece of shit."

He throws him onto the floor and gives him one good kick; I could hear the wind getting knocked out of him, his father throws the wrench at him, and leaves a broken little kid, sobbing, praying for someone to end his life already.

Kyungsoo's room goes back to normal, and I hug Kyungsoo tighter, although I feel weak, I put all of my strength into this hug, tears stream down my face. "I'm so sorry Kyungsoo...I'm so sorry"

My body begins to ache, I get up and rush to the bathroom, falling to my knees, I throw up, and it feels like I'm throwing up my entire stomach. A pair of hands rub my back, trying to sooth the pain and discomfort. After I finish, Kyungsoo helps me up, gives me a spare toothbrush and toothpaste, and some water. I down the water first to remove the acid still alive, and then he leaves as I brush my teeth. I stare at my reflection, and for a brief second I don't even know who I am, the individual staring back looks sunken in, eyes baggy, lips dry, skin pale. I leave the bathroom before my thoughts try to kill me.