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sicjimin · 3 years

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Can you write Jungkook having bad indigestion while they’re out shopping and there’s no way they can go home yet. His stomach getting really bloated and painful and he constantly has a hand on it or rubs it. With Jimin as the caretaker?

A.N : aaaa thank u for this !! the scene i had in mind was GCF Tokyo when they were out for dinner and then went shopping, but i couldnt find the right gif that include both of them 😬 i hope you like this one and I'm sorry i suck at making the ending T.T

TW : emeto, graphic descriptions of vomiting

Jungkook huffed for the nth times that night. He let his camera hang down on his neck as he moves his clammy hands on his stomach. Shit, he could feel it sloshing under his arms, and it kinda bloated too until it feels like pushing his chest. He stifled a burp, hoping it could lessen the tight feeling in his chest and stomach. His eyes still trailed into Jimin that still roaming around the leather jacket collection. His hyung seems so happy with this vacation, especially the shopping part. So there's no way he has a heart to ask the older to cut their night short. It still 9 PM though.

Jungkook walks closer to the older, "Have you found something?"

"Mhm not yet. Do you want to check out another shop?", Jimin turned his gaze to Jungkook and Jungkook absolutely can't say no to that. So he nods and lets Jimin drag his wrist outside to another shop that he wants.

They are on their 5th shop that night when Jungkook's stomach just getting worse. The bloated feeling now turns into a mix of cramps and nauseous. He sucked a deep breath, his hands start to be more clammy, followed by a cold sensation even he's dripping with sweats. His eyes trailed to scan the store, looking for the bathroom signs, just in case. Another burp erupts from his stomach, this time leaving a sour taste on his mouth make him grimace in disgust. He squeezed his stomach once again, Oh gosh, this is so painful.

Jungkook was too deep in his misery until he didn't realize Jimin was already stand in front of him and ready to go, "Kook? hello? are you okay?"

"Uh?", Jungkook startled, " Uh yes. Are you done?"

Jimin nods, "Do you want to go somewhere again, Kook?". Jungkook eagerly shakes his head, " No, lets go to our hotel"

They just a few steps away from the shop entrance when painful cramps hit Jungkook's stomach, making him squeezed his eyes shut and hissed in pain—not being able to hide the pain in the slightest because that was really painful. It feels like someone punch his bloated stomach. Jimin snaps his head, "Jungkook? What's wrong?". Jungkook licks his dry lips as another burp escaped from his throat, this time it brings a splash of his dinner earlier. He's going to be sick, " Can we .. go to the bathroom first hyung?"

Jimin takes a proper look at the younger and shit. how he could not realize that Jungkook is pale and drenched in cold sweats? not to mention how his hand always clutched his stomach. Jimin felt guilty. He dragged Jungkook's wrist as he storms back inside and goes to the bathroom. Jungkook trailed behind with his hands still aggressively clutch his stomach that now rocking more with every quick step he makes.

Lucky for them, the bathroom is empty. Jungkook quickly goes into one of the stalls, does not bother to close the door, and lets out a nauseated cough. His hand now pressing his stomach, try to push the pain away and urging it to just let out the content inside. He feels a small hands rubbing his back, "Whats wrong, Kook?"

"My stomach hurts so bad hyung ... I think it hasn't digest our dinner yet and now it's so bloated. It's making me nauseous. I think I'm going to be sick", Jungkook whined.

"Take off your belt Kook-ah, and loosen your jeans. It must be digging your stomach the whole time", Jimin softly says. Jungkook shakily do as he told and finally, he could breathe slightly, " Oh gosh you're right hyung"

But as the relief comes, his stomach compensates it by sloshing harder, making Jungkook quickly turn his body back facing the toilet as a stream of his dinner suddenly rushes from his lips. The stream was a lot and hard until some of it splash to the seat, leaving Jungkook cough as some of it also out from his nose, "Fuck ...", he whimpered. He opened his eyes slowly and the sight of brown lumpy vomit on the bowl with some remnants of his dinner —he still could identify meat and rice he ate earlier there— setting him off again. His body bent further forward as a gurgled retch dragging more of his dinner splashing to the toilet.

"Let it out Jungkook-ah", Jimin murmured beside him, his hands giving a massage on Jungkook's tense muscle. Jungkook nods, before letting out another copious thick liquid down there. He coughs a few times and spats the weird taste of saliva before flush the almost-full toilet, " Are you finished, Kook?"

"Mhm", Jungkook mumbled as he opened his mouth wider, another deep heave rocking his body, making him almost kneeled and dived his head into the bowl, which followed by another stream of brown vomit rush out. He gives 2 more sick splashes to the toilet before he straightened his body and flushes the toilet. He grabs the tissue and wipes his runny nose.

"Oh god Jungkook-ah, you're throwing up a lot. Are you feeling better?", Jimin asks with his hand still trailed on Jungkook's jacket.

"Uhm .. yes hyung, a lot better. I'm sorry that was gross", Jungkook says shyly as the realization hits him on how ugly it must look in Jimin's eyes.

Jimin takes a glance at his left arm, which has another arm curled around it, quite tightly, and turns his gaze to the person behind that as they walk outside. He giggles, "Jungkook I'm not going anywhere, no need to hold me this tight"

"What are you talking about, now let's rinse your mouth so it won't taste like vomit, and then go back to the hotel. Maybe we could visit a convenience store first to buy some electrolyte drinks, medicine, and some light snack. So your stomach won't is too empty", Jimin rambles behind Jungkook that currently washing his hands and rinse his mouth. His mind is still too clouded after all the energy he spent back there in the stall to register any of Jimin's words. He will simply agree to that.

Jungkook that was too focused on the street in front of him, flustered, but make no move to let go of the hold, "Let me Hyung. I don't want to trip on my feet since I'm still exhausted after that" gaining another teasing remark from the older, "Mhm sure Kook, it's not because you like me too much right?"

"I will leave you on this street alone hyung"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jungkook #caretaker!jimin

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btsmakesmehappy · 4 years

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Sweet Scent | 2

Genre: Agent au. Colleague au. Mutual pining. Angst. Fluff. a little thriller.

Pairing: Agent!Jungkook x Forensic Doctor!reader

Word Count: 5,6k

Rating: 18+ (M)

Warning: Shy boy Jungkook. A lot of flirting and teasing. Mention of death (murder case). Threats using human organ (Not explicit)

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | completed

Summary: Why does he always look so nervous in front of you? Is it because of your excessive flirting? But how come you don’t tease him when he looks so incredibly cute every time he blushes?

Series Masterlist: The Company

A/N: wew, It took me longer to write this. Thankyou @arizonapoppy for cheering me up and beta reading this story. and again: this writer doesn’t know how agents work.

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The smell of coffee sneaks into your nose, waking you up. You open your eyes slowly, stealing a glance at your watch on your wrist. 8.13 am.

Immediately you sit up on the mattress, stretching your body. You blink as you realize Jungkook is standing in front of the coffee machine with his back to you. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” you ask groggily, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. It’s so weird how your throat feels so dry when you only sleep for an hour.

Jungkook turns away from the machine and walks over to you, handing you a cup of hot coffee. “I did, fifteen minutes ago. But you didn’t even move a bit. You were literally sleeping like a log there.”

You hum as you drink the coffee. It’s weird how the coffee is perfectly to your taste, but that’s not important right now. “So what do you need again? I told you that I’ll call you as soon as I get the lab results, right? I swear, if you want that right now, I am gonna-”

“No. That’s not what I want right now.” He walks to your desk and sits on the chair, facing you. The nervousness can be seen in his doe eyes. “I think we also need to check the victim’s belongings again.”

You sigh and take a big gulp of coffee. “Fine, but let me finish checking the specimens first. I am afraid they will be damaged if I don’t work fast.”

The corners of Jungkook’s mouth perk up. “Thank you. That’s fine.”

You rise from the mattress and walk over to him, putting one of your hands on your hips. “You are asking this much and I only got a hamburger?” you pout.

Jungkook’s eyes wander anxiously, avoiding your eyes. He lets out an awkward laugh as he sips his coffee. “What do you want then? Pizza?”

“What about dinner? Preferably date-style?”

Your suggestion makes him choke in his coffee. A faint blush painted on his cheeks. “Wh-what?” his coffee drips from his chin to his shirt, leaving a trace of black liquid on the blue shirt. You are almost sure that it will leave a stain.

The panic he showed seems like a rejection to you and it somehow leaves a sting in your chest. You reach his shoulder and pat it lightly. “Just kidding; I am okay with that hamburger. And well, this is my job also.” You laugh awkwardly as you grab your lab coat. “So let’s get to work then.” You walk to the lab beside your office as you tie your hair into a bun.

Jungkook watches your receding back as he takes a deep breath. Your scent is still lingering in the room, the scent of lavender mixed with something musky. Relaxing and intoxicating. He always wonders what makes you smell like that, how unique it is that he can notice it with just a small whiff. How your scent is so you.

The scent that makes his hands turn clammy. The scent that makes his heart beat faster. The scent that always takes his breath away.

Thankfully for him, you didn’t ask him any further. Never occurred in his mind to go on a date with you. Just the thought of him being with you in the same room has already bothered him so much, he can barely think. If only he would admit that deep down he wants to go on a date with you. And just like that, gratitude turns into regret.

You let out another sigh as you massage your sore neck. The smell of substances fills the lab, all mixed together, making you nauseous. And the lack of sleep doesn’t help either. “Do you remember anything from the crime scene? Anything could help.”

Jungkook shakes his head. “You can’t find anything?” he asks. Jungkook lets you work by yourself as he watches you from afar. Not because he wants to stay as far as possible from you and the conflicted feelings you give him, or because he’s already felt comfortable sitting at your desk, but he doesn’t understand any of it and he doesn’t want to disturb you. True to be told, he loves seeing you working.

You shake your head weakly. Maybe it is because of your lack of sleep, your brain is not functioning well. You silently regret your decision for doing this alone. This is literally going nowhere.

“Good morning, guys!” A man dressed in what seem to be plaid pajamas enters your lab suddenly. “Geez, Y/N! Could your face be anymore tired?” His smile plastered on his face, in contrast with your own face.

You roll your eyes. “Fuck off, Tae.” It’s one of Taehyung’s traits that you dislike, how his bubbly exterior just somehow gets on your nerves, especially in times like this. Not that you hate him. Hell no. He’s an amazing friend. He might be the first agent that you’ve become friends with, but only God knows why whenever you’re with him, you just feel tired after. You really think that he’s absorbing all of your energy into him.

He lays a brown bag on the table and gives you a light hug. “Cranky. Did Jungkook make you stay up late?” he says, winking to both of you.

Jungkook stutters as the blush creeps on his cheeks. “Wh-what. Well I sort of did…” You shoot Jungkook a glare to stop him from saying anything that would make Taehyung make fun of both of you, which makes him cough awkwardly. “But that’s not.. anyway, why are you here, Hyung?”

Taehyung chuckles. “I’m just dropping off some pieces of bread from my girlfriend. She wants to say thanks.”

“Woah, thank you so much, Hyung.” Jungkook’s eyes twinkle as he walks faster to the bag. “I don’t think she’ll return to the bakery this fast.”

“Hey, my girlfriend is a strong woman! Although I also hope that she takes a day off. Anyway, just share them with Y/N, okay?” Taehyung waves and walks to the door. “I’m going to drop this other bag of bread off for the others, and maybe help them too. I don’t think Jungkook would want me here.” Taehyung says as he smiles meaningfully to him and walks away.

“Hyung!” Jungkook whines, his face is reddened.

You giggle at Jungkook’s antics. “Why don’t you want him here, Kook?”

His eyes turn shaky with you looking directly into his face. “No reason.” He avoids your gaze again. He rummages through the brown bag and pulls out a piece of bread. “Just eat some if you want to.“

He bites his bread and slowly chews it. Today, he is eating a piece of cream-cheese and almond bread. It is his most favorite bread from the bakery, Palate Cleanser.

It is a bakery that Taehyung has been talking about for several weeks. Not only does it belong to his new girlfriend, it serves delicious bread. Sure, Jungkook has never been a picky-eater, but he loves it. So after Taehyung gave him a tester, he became a new loyal customer of that bakery. Well, the bakery is just a few blocks from the Company too, so it is rather convenient.

You are still working with that huge-ass machine that whirrs like a washer. He perches on one of the desks, while he watches you from behind. And suddenly he smells something.

A smell that is familiar to him.

A smell that he noticed when he was in the crime scene.

"Do you smell this?”

You turn your head to him, confused. “Huh, what?”

He hops off the desk and walks around. “This smell. I smelled it in the crime scene. What is it?”

His statement perks your interest and you take a big breath. “I don’t smell anything.”

Jungkook takes a bigger sniff. “It’s there. Why can’t you smell it?”

“Well, sure that bread of yours is smellier than you think. I can only smell your bread.” You shrug as you turn again to face the machine.

“What?” Jungkook looks at the bread in his hand and takes a sniff at it. His eyes widen as he is realizing something. “This is it. This is what I smelled. Well, kinda.” He yells as he pushes his bread to you.

You raise one of your eyebrows as you hesitantly sniff his half-eaten bread. “This sour thingy?”

“What? No! It is the cream-cheese. What I meant is this bittery smell,” he picks some pieces from the bread and hands it to you after he smells it.

Your eyes widen as you see what is in Jungkook’s hand.

Almonds.

“Cyanide…” you whisper.

Jungkook tilts his head. “What?”

You walk quickly to the computer. “It must have been it. It just makes sense now.”

“Cyanide? Why can’t you smell it too?” Jungkook asks as he follows you from behind.

“There’s only a handful of people that can smell it. It is not specific, actually. Oh my God, I totally forgot about it.” You tap on the keyboards and hit the enter key. “Yes. It is cyanide poisoning.”

Jungkook looks at the screen, “so he was poisoned?”

You nod. “Yes. I need to check his toxicology report first. Will you tell Jin about it?”

“Got it. I’ll tell him and get a warrant to search the hall.” Jungkook walks quickly and grabs his phone from his pocket. He taps his phone to call and puts it on his ear. Jungkook stops in front of the door and turns back to face you. “Thank you, Y/N.”

You clear your throat. “Just go already!”

After Jungkook leaves, you still have the weird feeling that has accumulated in your chest from proximity to him. Just a mere sentence from his mouth is enough to leave your chest in turmoil. It took you just ten minutes to finally function normally again.

Well, you are lucky enough to find out the poison as soon as you did. If you had let the body lie in that room without any investigation, the evidence could have been lost. You wouldn’t have found the truth.

Still, after you know how he was killed, your work doesn’t get any easier. There’s no other trace of cyanide in the victim’s belongings.

It’s another roadblock.

That’s why you have been dialing Jungkook for the thirteenth time. And in the midst of your fourteenth call, you decide to end your call sooner. It’s no use calling him right now.

You close your laptop and gather all of your lab papers. After making sure that you have everything, you walk out to the door to find Jungkook. The sooner you finish this work, the sooner you’ll go home.

You hop into the elevator with much difficulty, given your full arms. Why didn’t you use a bag for all of your stuff? Your elbow hovers next to the “7” button, and after a moment you resolutely bump it. Your mind wanders. Was this the right idea?

Well, why wouldn’t you?

This floor is for elite agents only. You have never stepped foot on this floor until now. It is not that you were curious, but you know that this mission, or rather this case, is an important one. If Jungkook wanted the report as soon as possible, then he should want it as soon as possible, right?

It’s your job.

It’s not because you want to see Jungkook.

It is not.

At the sound of the “ding,” you step out of the elevator. Which way to his desk? The floor is huge and there’s no map or anyone who can help you. It’s Sunday, after all. You close your eyes to sharpen your hearing, but you still can’t hear anything.

You sigh in defeat as you shuffle your armload of paper to reach into your coat pocket to find your phone. Your fingers have just grazed it when you are jostled by someone bumping into you from behind. You barely avoid spilling your report file and you turn around to face the one who has collided with you.

“Oops. Sssowry.” A skinny man with fair skin apologizes as he bows to you, slurring his speech. The fumes of his breath threaten to pickle you like one of your cadavers. His eyes are kinda reddish, too. Still, his walking posture is as you saw him in the past, ignoring the fact how he has turned this giddy.

“Min Yoongi?”

He raises his eyes to meet yours as he straightens back up. He squints, trying to remember your face. “Oh!” He beams. “You are the hot forensic doctor. What’re you doin’ here?”

Your cheeks feel hot as you hear the awkward nickname. Sure, you know that your appearance is above average, but that doesn’t mean that you deserve that name. You let out an awkward laugh. “I’m Y/N. I need to see Jungkook, he didn’t answer my call…”

Yoongi nods in understanding and points to a blue door with his thumb. “He must be at the meeting then. I’ll let him know, or you know what, just come along, I’m already late too.”

You raise one of your eyebrows, but still walk behind him closely. “Is it okay? I don’t want to disturb the meeting.”

“Nah. It is actually about your case too, so what’s the harm?” He knocks the door rhythmically and after hearing a permission he goes in. Yoongi’s eyes travel to the young man sitting in the corner. “Jungkook-ah. You got a visitor.”

Jungkook raises his eyebrow and sneaks a glance to the door. When he sees you, his eyes turn wide in panic. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” He stands up quickly and walks toward you.

You smile awkwardly. “I called you several times but I got no response so here I am.” In the silence, you finally look around. There are five other men sitting around the conference table looking back at you and Jungkook, intrigued. The tension in the room gets less serious than before as you look around the meeting. “Sorry, guys, for interrupting.”

A smaller man with plump lips sends you a mischievous smile as he nodges Taehyung’s elbow. His eyes turn into crescent. “Nonsense! Great to see you again, Y/N.”

“Hey, Jimin. Long time no see. Sorry, it won’t take long. I just need to hand off this report.” You set your case file on the meeting table and start searching for the report you mentioned before.

“You can join us, if you want. It will be helpful, too.” Jin, a wide-shouldered-man, the leader of this mission, speaks without looking up from the laptop in front of him.

“Yeah! Join us. It sucks to only see these brats all the time.” Jimin says as he indicates an empty chair.

You clear your throat awkwardly. “Sure, if you say so, but I think I’ll go grab my other stuff too from my office. I also think I left a machine running.” You take a few steps back as you laugh dryly. “I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, I’m coming with you too.” Jimin rises from his seat and follows you.

The meeting room turns silent as Jimin closes the door behind him, there is only the sound from the projector on the table.

Jungkook freezes, not knowing what to do. His eyes just stare at the spot where you stood before. This action somehow attracts the attention of the older agents as they all share knowing glances between them.

“You know, Kook. If you really like her, you should just say so,” Taehyung says as he smiles softly to Jungkook. He props his chin on his hand, studying Jungkook’s response.

Jungkook’s doe eyes widen and turn shaky with the sudden suggestion. His cheeks turn bright red. “Wha-what? No. I don’t like her. I mean, I don’t like her like that…”

“So it’s okay if Jimin likes her then?” Yoongi speaks up abruptly, making all of the other agents turn his head to him. The agents hide their smiles and then turn again to Jungkook who is looking more nervous than before, anticipating his answer.

Jungkook casts his head down, looking at the floor. He bites his lower lip harshly, trying to hold his lips from muttering a word that he’ll regret.

“What’ll you do, Kook?” Hoseok asks again, softly. This time it sounds like a reassurance rather than a question. The way Jungkook acts is a new thing for him. He’s never seen Jungkook like this and it needs no licensed therapist to see how whipped Jungkook is for the doctor. If only Jungkook himself knows it.

Just the time Jungkook is about to open his mouth, Jin slams his hand to the table. “Sure, maknae’s love story is very exciting, but we have a job, okay? Let’s resume our meeting.”

Taehyung snorts as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Party-pooper.”

Jin turns his head to Taehyung. “Yah. You have been a pain in my ass since you joined this mission. What do you want to do then?” he throws his hand in the air in frustration. Their conflict from the night before is still hot in his mind.

Yoongi pats Jin’s shoulder softly. “Just think of this as a break, Hyung. You’ve been working non-stop. I also suggest that we should just call it a day and get some sleep. We won’t get anything more if we force ourselves like this.”

“But, still…”

A sudden ring fills the room. Hoseok pulls his phone from his pocket and puts it on his ear. “Hey, Jimin. What’s up?” His eyes widen and his expression hardens as he listens to the rest of the call. “Okay, we’ll be there soon.” He says as he ends the call and puts the phone into his pocket. The other agents look at him quizzically.

“What happened?” Jin asks warily.

Hoseok sighs and says quietly, “Someone broke into Y/N’s office.”

You stand quietly in the elevator with Jimin still smiling weirdly beside you. “Why are you following me?”

“No reason. I’m just bored.” He hums. He’s not as bulky as Jungkook, and, compared to Jungkook, Jimin is like a thin child, even though Jimin is two years older than Jungkook. Well, you do recall that Jimin has just started his field mission just for a several weeks, and he worked as a handler before.

You snort. “Sure.”

Jimin turns his head to you with his hands clenching his chest. “What? You don’t believe me? I feel hurt!” he widens his eyes comically.

“Sure.” you say, rolling your eyes.

Jimin pouts and sighs in defeat. “Fine. I just need to put something inside Sehun’s drawer.” He pulls a black-leathery curled thing from his pocket and shows you. “I want to get my revenge.”

You laugh and to think that he brings it everyday to find a perfect opportunity is amusing to you. “And you think I won’t tell him that you put a fake snake in his drawer?”

“Y/N, don’t tell him, pleasee~” he whines cutely as both of you step out of the elevator. Sure, you know that he’s cute, whining like that, but Jungkook’s cuter for you.

Why the hell do I keep thinking of him?

“Just give me a reason not to tell him then.” you walk past him as he stands with a pout on his face.

He puts his hands under his chin, thinking deeply and suddenly he smiles knowingly. “I can tell you anything you’d want to know about Jungkook.”

It’s your turn to freeze on the spot. You turn your head slowly to meet Jimin’s eyes, giving him the widest smile you can give. “And why would I want that?”

Jimin shrugs and walks again to the office, still his smile doesn’t leave his face. He looks confident, overly confident. “I don’t know. I just thought that maybe you’d want it.”

You stomp ahead of him as you approach your office’s door. “Fine, I won’t tell Sehun about the snake.” You turn back and point your index finger at him. “Only because I know how Sehun hates snakes and his reaction is hilarious.” Your narrow your eyes as you continue. “Not because of Jungkook.” you whisper.

Jimin hides his smile. “Sure.”

You tap your card on the door and open it. Your eyes widen as you step inside your office. The sight inside your office makes you shiver immediately. Papers are scattered everywhere. The chair is thrown into the corner of the room. The glass cabinet’s shattered to pieces. “What the-” Color drains from your face as you proceed further, carefully stepping around the glass shards on the floor.

Jimin turns pale as he stands in front of the door, not knowing what to do. “Y/N, I think we shouldn’t enter for the time being. I’ll call the others first.” He grabs his phone and rapidly taps it. “Just don’t go any farther!”

His voice however doesn’t register, as your feet draw you closer to your desk. A burglar? What would a burglar want to steal in this office? There’s no expensive things in the office, well, except your coffee machine. But they didn’t need to trash this place in the first place, right?

At the sight of your desk, your knees weaken. Your eyes widen in fear and shock as you struggle to hold your body upright. Finally your legs give away, and you collapse to the floor. Your hands scrabble to regain any strength and hold your upper body from falling.

You breathe faster. You want to scream as loud as you can, but there is nothing left from your lips. Your hands tremble. You try hard to stop it by pushing them harder on the floor, pushing the glass shards right into your palms. The pain doesn’t make it to your mind right now, when what lies in front of you has every power to take your mind away.

Tears trickle from your eyes. Your vision turns blurry covered by your tears. As you blink them away, you also hope that the sight is gone too. But no matter how many times you blink, you still see the same thing.

And it is nauseating.

Pounding hurried footsteps in the hall outside your office finally helps you regain some of your senses. You open your mouth slowly, trying your best to gather as much sound-air-or anything as you can as the breaths come too quickly to be of any use. “Help…” you whisper.

The other agents barge inside your office. Their faces have a mixture of expressions: mad-shock-confused-worry, and somehow you can see all of it on Jungkook’s face when he sees you slumped on the floor with bloodied hands. “Y/N?” Jungkook calls cautiously, trying to gain your attention.

“Kook…” you sob harder, which makes Jungkook immediately run to your side.

Jungkook holds your shoulders softly and studies your face, his eyebrows frown in worry. “Are you okay?”

Instead of answering him, you weakly lift up your arm to point to your desk. The agents all turn their heads to your desk, and terror overtakes their faces.

There’s a heart stabbed with a scalpel on your desk.

“What the..” Jin whispers.

Taehyung steps backward, hand to his face as he fights the urge to vomit. “Is that a fucking human heart?”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything, he just pulls the blanket from your makeshift bed to wrap your wounds. Gently supporting your elbow, he helps you stand. He doesn’t leave your side, holding you close to him to prevent you from falling. He turns your face to his chest, away from your desk, while Yoongi examines the heart.

Insistent tears keep falling from your eyes, even though you try your hardest to hold them back. What the hell is that? What does that mean? Why on my desk? Why?

“Hey…” Jungkook whispers into your ear. “Don’t think of anything. Just take a deep breath. Count in for four, out for four, slowly.”

You follow his instructions, looking up from his chest, searching deep into his eyes. Those brown eyes don’t run away from you this time, instead they look back into yours softly, calming your nerves. Those eyes travel to other parts of your face as well, making sure you’re okay.

Jungkook tightens his hands into fists, trying to stop himself from brushing your tears away from your face. How he hates to see you crying; He’s never realized it until now. He hates it. He always sees you with a smile on your face, and it always makes his heart beat faster. And now? With tears falling from your tired but still beautiful eyes, his heart aches.

“…. It’s just my opinion.” Yoongi’s voice breaks through your reverie as you calmed down. You turn to the speakers, giving them both of your attention again.

“So it’s from a dead body?” Hoseok asks warily.

Jin runs his hand through his hair, “Alright, someone please take a look at the mortuary. Jungkook?”

Jungkook looks at your wet face once more, hesitant to leave your side. Finally he nods and moves his body away from you.

“I’m coming with you…” you whisper as you grip his shoulder, forgetting that your hands are still covered in glass shards wrapped in the edge of a now-destroyed blanket.

Jungkook turns back to face you, glancing at your bloodied hands. It must have hurt. He holds your shoulder softly. “No. You should treat your wounds.”

“But…” I want to be with you.

“Jimin-hyung, please help Y/N?” Jungkook asks Jimin, ignoring your protest. Jimin stands by your side, slowly and gently gesturing you to follow him out of the door. You sigh in defeat as you follow Jimin, your eyes keep stealing glances to Jungkook.

Jungkook’s eyes are still lingering on your back when you walk away and his heart aches harder. I want to be with you too.

“What’ll you do, Kook?” Hoseok asks again. This time it sounds like a reassurance rather than a question.

“You know, Kook. If you really like her, you should just say so,” Taehyung says as he smiles softly to Jungkook. He props his chin on his hand, studying Jungkook’s response.

Does he like you?

Maybe.

Actually, he has never thought of this.

Feelings. They have never been programmed as part of his routine. He is an agent, a soldier. Feelings make him weak. Feeling is messy, messier than blood splattered on the wall when he bombarded a body with bullets. He once told himself not to trust his feelings. That’s why it was so hard for him to talk or be with you. His feelings are growing stronger after time and it’s suffocating him.

And the harder he denies his feelings, the stronger they get.

What is this feeling? Why is it so painful to see her like that?

No matter how many times he repeats his question in his mind, the answer is the same. It is the only rational reason for such an irrational topic.

He swallows the four-lettered-word that almost slipped from his lips and shakes his head to clear his mind.

He’s gonna investigate this case quickly. Just so he can see you. Just so he can look after you. And with that thought, he runs from your office.

You sit on the bed in the infirmary, gazing on the white wall. This room is supposed to smell like an antiseptic, just like a hospital, but instead it is just dusty. Everything is cleaned every single day, but it is just like there’s no one working here for a long time.

Jimin rummages in the cabinet beside you trying to find what he needs. After he finds the disinfection solution, tweezers, and some gauzes, he puts them on the metal tray and sets it on the bed.

Jimin reaches for your hand, opening the ruined blanket softly. You wince as the movement shoots another pain through your hand. “Sorry.” He purses his lips.

You shake your head weakly, tears threatening to fall. Why am I only feeling the pain now? “It’s okay.”

He looks at your both hands, examining them carefully. “There’s a lot of shards. It’s gonna be painful.”

You gulp. “I know.”

“We still don’t have a new doctor assigned here, so would you mind if I do it instead? You can tell me if I do it wrong.”

“Okay,” you answer.

He pours the disinfection solution over your hand. The pain starts accumulating as you bite your lips to stop yourself from screaming. He takes a pair of tweezers with his right hand and using his other hand to hold your wounded hand gently. Slowly, he begins to pick the shards from your hand.

After fifteen minutes working on the wounds, Jimin smiles in satisfaction and rises from his seat to get a bandage.

A knock on the door fills the room and Jungkook walks inside slowly and stops just before you. His eyes darted to yours immediately, looking worried. “How’s her wound, Hyung?”

Jimin returns with some rolls of bandages. “There’s a lot of wounds, but luckily they weren’t too deep.” Jimin begins to cover the cuts slowly.

“Whose is it?” you whisper to Jungkook. You’re not gonna lie that it’s been bothering you. To think that someone stole an organ from supposedly protected cadaver sends shivers to your spine.

Jungkook clears his throat and looks at your face hesitantly. “It’s from Baekho’s body. That body is ruined now.”

Your eyes glisten with new tears as your hands begin to tremble. The sight of a human heart stabbed on your desk filling your mind. You see organs everyday, it’s part of your job, you are used to seeing it. But it’s a different feeling when that organ was stabbed unknowingly to your desk. “What’s happening? Wa-Was that a threat?”

Jungkook hesitates, you can see it in his brown eyes. He sits beside you and reaches for your now-bandaged-hand and holds it gently, afraid of hurting you any further. “I’m sorry.”

His honeyed-voice, that you love, sounds as if he is in pain, and it somehow pains you even more. “That’s okay. I’m the one who agreed to it in the first place. And besides, I chose to work in this field, it’s only a matter of time that I get something like this, isn’t it?” you laugh dryly, but deep inside, you’re afraid. Well, how can’t you?

Jungkook’s hand tightens. “Still, I shouldn’t put you in any danger.” He sighs. “Which is why I’m gonna take you home after this.”

Your eyes widen. “What?”

“If they don’t want you to investigate about Baekho, then you shouldn’t do it.” He looks straight at you. “It’s for your safety.”

You turn your palm to meet his, holding him back. “Kook, I must finish it.”

“No. This is a dangerous case and it was stupid of me to ask your help. I don’t want you involved any further.” He closes his mouth for a moment, trying to mutter appropriate words. “I don’t want you to get hurt, Y/N.”

You shake your head profusely. “I don’t want to. I have to finish it. It’s my job.”

“Y/N…”

“See, I’m fine! It’s just a few cuts.” You desperately move your bandaged hand; you can still feel the pain shooting through your hands, but it’s not the point right now.

Jungkook holds your hand tighter and looks deep into your eyes. “I know, you’re not okay. Your hands are still trembling, Y/N. Please listen to me.”

You sigh. You know that Jungkook is stubborn, it won’t be easy to persuade him, but you know that he’s right. Maybe this case is too dangerous for you. “At least until I finish the report for today, please?”

He bites his lower lips, deep in his own thoughts. Jungkook lifts his hand to bring your bandaged hand to his lips, grazing your knuckles softly. “Are you sure?” His eyes never leave yours.

It takes your breath and your mind away, his hot breath against your skin and his brown eyes looking straight into yours. You can still feel his soft lips, hot on your skin when he puts your hand down, still holding it gently. Your heart thumps inside your chest and down to your wrist. Can he hear it? How does it feel so right with your hand in his? You nod. “I’m sure. I have you, right?”

“Yes.” Jungkook squeezes your hand gently one more time to reassure you. “You have me.”

A cough interrupts your interaction with Jungkook. “Well, this is awkward.” Jimin puts your other bandaged hand on your thigh as he rises to clean up the mess. “I’m just- I’m gonna take this call. Bye.” Jimin points at his phone, even though the screen is dark, and hurries out of the infirmary.

Heat rushes to your face; you forget that Jimin was still beside you. You look at Jungkook’s reddened face, completely sure that he also did the same. With that thought, the smiles slipped on your faces.

He releases your hands immediately and scratches the back of his neck. “Sorry, I ruined your blanket.”

You tilt your head in confusion. Then your eyes dart to the blanket on the floor. “Ah… That’s fine. It was good first aid.”

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

You nod and smile. “Sure, thanks Kook.”

“I-I also want to buy you dinner.” He clears his throat, his eyes travel to the wall in front of you. “Not in this building. I’ll take you to a proper restaurant.”

Your eyes widen with the sudden invitation. It’s weird but somehow it brings a smile to your face. Your smile turns into a wider one and you hide it by biting your lower lip. “I’d love that.”

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A Tale of 2 Souls - Chapter 4

Dark

Darker

Yet darker it becomes

It’s so cold

It beckons to you

It wants you

But

It’s trying to strangle you

You feel it push it’s cold breath into your ear

You don’t understand a word of what it’s saying

But you know whatever it is isn’t friendly

It just keeps getting louder

You feel cold and nauseous

You want to cry out for someone, anyone, to save you

But you can’t find your voice

You start to accept your fate.

You swear you’ll do anything to escape this torture

As you start to feel yourself drift away…

“Kris! H-Hey! Wh-Wake up!”

Kris snapped awake in bed with a deep desperate gasp for air. His hands were gripping the blankets to the point where he was at risk of ripping it.

Looking a little bit up, Kris saw the slightly terrified expression on brother Asriel’s face, he was just sitting on the bed. His hand was outstretched like he wasn’t sure if Kris wanted to be touched or not.

His body started to shake and tremble uncontrollably, tears threatened to spill from his eyes. The back of his neck and pajama shirt was soaked in a cold sweat. He felt as sick now as he had felt in his nightmare.

“Kris…!! A-Are you okay…? I woke up to you thrashing and making weird noises in your sleep…I…I was kinda scared you were having some kinda seizure, then I noticed you looked like you weren’t breathing, s-so I started to get really scared…and…” Asriel started to explain until his voice failed him. He all of a sudden reached out and pulled his 7-year-old brother into a tight hug, which he very gratefully allowed.

Then, Kris started to feel a deep burn in his lungs and the pit of his stomach, like fire or battery acid. His stomach heaved as he pushed Asriel away and covered his mouth with his hands to retch. He watched him do this just like a deer in the headlights. Kris coughed and retched for a solid 3 seconds, before spitting up into his hands a strange thick black gunk that was more disgusting then could be accurately described. Not to mention, it left a sour, metallic-like taste in his mouth, like an old dirty penny.

“Oh…! Oh god…! Uhhh…Hold still, I’ll go get Mom…!” Asriel panicked and rushed out of the room.

Kris just laid there, unable to do much, with that disgusting sludge in his hands. On the bright side, he immediately felt better after coughing it up.

A minute passed, and Toriel entered with Asriel, wearing a light purple bathrobe. She didn’t look entirely too pleased with being dragged out of bed.

“Kris, dear, what’s the matter…?” She asked, sitting on the bed. Kris looked down at the substance sitting in his hands. Toriel cringed as she too noticed. Gently, she pressed her paw into his forehead to take his temperature.

“You don’t seem like you have any kinda fever. How do you feel right now…?”

“I…I feel fine now…”

Toriel made a face like she wasn’t entirely convinced. With a sigh, she removed her hand.

“If you say so…Come get cleaned up, and be sure to let me know how you feel in the morning. Alright…?”

As Toriel carried Kris out of the bedroom, Asriel stayed behind and watched them go. He sat back down on his own bed to think.

This wasn’t the first time Kris had had one of these strange nightmares. It was just the first time he’d suddenly become physically ill after having one. Asriel tried a couple of times to get Kris to open up about what these nightmares were about, but all he ever said was “It’s dark”. Any attempts to pry more information led to him randomly starting to cry and walk away, so gradually, he had stopped asking questions.

All he wanted at this point was to see his little brother smile for once. He barely got to spend time with him alone lately, between school work and extracurricular activities he’d joined, he had wondered lately if Kris was feeling more and more neglected. Surely, there had to be a way to make him feel better.

As Asriel’s eyes drifted to some Arts and Crafts supplies on his desk, the door squeaked open, and Toriel came back in with a sleeping Kris slung over her shoulder. She gently laid him back into bed and tucked him in.

“Mom…Is Kris gonna be alright…?” Asriel asked.

“Of course, Azzy. I’m sure it was just something he ate, nothing to worry over.”

“I…I guess…I’m talking about the nightmares…”

“Oh…that…well, I suppose there isn’t much you or I can do about that…All you can do, my child, is to be there for him, and help him out when he needs it. I understand things may have been difficult for you both these past few years…” Toriel sighed, getting on one knee in front of Asriel.

“But I need you to stay determined, for yourself, for him, and for me…Can you do that…?”

“...Okay…Okay…!”

“Thank you, my dear…” She gave him a kiss on the head and stood back up to leave, when Asriel hopped out of bed and took hold of her sleeve.

“Hey Mom, if…You want me to do whatever I can to cheer Kris up, I might have an idea…”

===

Morning sunshine slipped through the cracks of the curtain. Kris stirred awake, as the light hit his eyelids, he knew he’d be forced to wake up at some point. But he was okay with sleeping until either Asriel or Toriel came to wake him up.

He rolled over to face the wall, which was when he felt something hard shift on his head. For a second, he hesitated, then reached out his hand and patted his hair. Something spiky and coarse was protruding from them

Instantly, Kris sprung out of bed and raced down the hallway, down the stairs, and into the bathroom. He used the toilet as a stepping stool to get on top of the sink so he could get a good look at himself in the mirror. Poking out from his thick brunette hair were 2 spiky red horns.

“Mom! Mommy…!!” Kris started to yell, then realizing his mom was at the kitchen table.

“Good morning, Kris. You seem much better today.” She said with a smile.

“It finally happened…! I finally got my horns…!”

“Oh…? Let me see…You’re right!” Toriel felt the point of Kris’ ‘horns’

“Congratulations, Kris…! I told you that you would get your horns someday…! Doh…! I need to find my camera…!” She stood up from the table and shuffled into the hallway.

At that point, Asriel came out, still in his Pajamas, rubbing his sleep-encrusted eyes. Kris dashed up to his big brother and threw himself around him in a huge hug.

“Azzy! Azzy! Looklooklook!!” He squealed, bouncing up and down.

“Calm down, slugger…! What am I looking for…?” Asriel asked, trying and failing to hide the smirk on his face.

“I got my horns, just like you…!”

“Ehh…? Let me see…!” He said, repeating what Toriel had said.

“Wow! You did! Good job, Kris…!” The 12-year-old scooped up his brother into a tight, warm hug.

Click

Their heads both cocked in the direction of the stairs, Toriel was standing there with her Camera.

“Come along, children. Let’s go into the living room where there’s better lighting.”

After a little mini photo shoot in the living room, during which Toriel probably used up a nice chunk of the old Camera’s memory, she soon realized they were going to be late. She feverishly shoved the backpacks on her children and shuffled Kris outside to the car first. Before she pushed Asriel outside, she looked at him and smiled, giving a thumbs up. He winked at her and returned the thumbs up.

The squeaky clean minivan soon squealed out of the driveway. Kris’ legs bounced and his head bobbed to an invisible beat, as they drove through the small town, friendly happy faces smiled and waved at them.

Even if he really had no friends to show off his new horns to (Besides Noelle maybe), he finally had something connecting him and Asriel just a little closer, and that was good enough for him to get excited about.

HOONK

BEEP

The car all of a sudden stopped and lurched forward, nearly throwing the kids out of their seats.

“Ugh…You have got to be kidding me…” Toriel mumbled. She stuck her head out the window.

“Hey!! What’s the holdup???” She yelled.

The driver of the car in front of them stuck out her head and shouted back.

“I don’t know! But the new Police Officer won’t let anyone pass!”

“For God’s sake…We’re all going to be late at this rate…Children…?” Toriel called to the backseat.

“Yeah, Mom?” Answered Asriel

“Do you think you can make it to school safely on your own and wait for Mommy…?”

“Of course we can…!”

“You won’t get distracted or lose track of your little brother…?”

“Come on, Mom. You know I’m more responsible than that…!”

“Ugh…Alright. Be careful, I love you.”

Asriel grabbed Kris’s hand and raced out of the car onto the sidewalk. Stepping out of the car in front of them, was a Cat Monster child, close to around Asriel’s age by the looks of it, with rust-colored short fur and a red sweater.

“Heyy! If it isn’t ol’ Burgerpants!”

“Azz, I thought I told you to stop calling me that…My name is Tom.” Burgerpants whined as all 3 of them walked together.

“Hey, you gotta admit, that was pretty funny yesterday when you tried to smuggle all those burgers out of the cafeteria.”

“I forgot my belt alright…?? I thought my pants would yield, but I guess burgers are heavier then I expected…”

“What are you talking about…” Kris suddenly butted in.

“This nutcase over here thought he could sneak out of the Cafeteria with 6 Cheeseburgers stuffed into his pants!” Asriel explained through hysterical laughter.

“I was getting them for a girl…!!” Tom continued to yell, the skin under his fur was flushing red from embarrassment.

“Was she impressed?”

“.…no…”

“Didn’t think so.”

They soon reached the school (didn’t take long, considering it was only about a 5-minute walk from where the car had been). Tom and Asriel parted ways so that he could say goodbye to Kris.

“Be good, alright? Just wait for Mom.”

“...Why can’t I just stay with you…? I bet the older kids won’t stare at me…”

Asriel couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I’m pretty sure the 6th graders would indeed stare at a 1st grader who suddenly decided to tag along? And don’t mind if the kids in your class stare. Let them stare.”

“Fine…”

“Remember, you’ve got Horns today. You’re just the same as the rest of them. Can’t I see a smile…?” Asriel smiled back at his brother as if to show him how it’s done.

Kris looked him with an unsure look in his eyes, then finally smiled back.

“Okay…”

“There we go. How about, assuming Mom has extra work to do, you and I meet up at the Diner for some Hot Coco? Sound fun…?”

“Yeah…!!”

“Great, I’ll see ya then buddy.”

He pushed Kris into the classroom and shut the door, leaving him at the mercy of the rest of the class who, like clockwork, all collectively turned their heads to look at the human. But, Azzy’s words reminded him that he’d gotten used to it. And now he had horns, so it was okay if they stared at him!

With a shred of confidence in his step, Kris marched passed them to his desk near the back. The monster children’s eyes followed him, but then he noticed, they were all smiling…! A small group crowded around his desk in order to inspect and touch his new “horns”.

“Whoa, Kris…! You got horns…!”

“Radical…! Wish I had hands so I could feel um…!”

“I didn’t know humans could get horns…!”

“Awawawa!! Such prett!!”

“...Neat.”

Kris was a little overwhelmed, receiving so much attention from these kids that previously just gave him weird looks. Still, he smiled and looked at the ground shyly. It felt strangely nice to not be completely ignored for once. He almost felt…Happy at school…! It was such an alien feeling, he didn’t want it to end. Nothing could spoil this for him. Nothing except…

BOOM

The door swung open and slammed into the drywall, creating a sort of dent. Standing there towering was a familiar grey-ish purple skinned Lizard girl, with misleading cute white ribbons tying her hair into pigtails. Everyone instantly stopped paying attention to Kris, their heads turned to Susie, unmasked fear in their eyes.

“...What’s everyone standing around for?” She barked.

No one said a word. They all clearly wanted to rush back to their seats, but they didn’t, as if any sudden movement would cause her to grab them in her jaws and eat them alive.

After 5 uncomfortable seconds, Noelle was the first and only one to step forward.

“K-Kris finally got his horns…! Aren’t they pretty…? I never knew Humans could grow horns until now…!” She smiled brightly.

Everyone parted ways to reveal Kris. For once, he wasn’t that intimidated by Susie. Sure she was scary, yelled a lot, refused to do literally anything Miss Toriel (even if it was as simple as picking up a piece of paper) asked of her, and stole his Lunch every single day without fail. But…Actually, those were great reasons to be intimidated by her. But with this crowd of kids around him, he strangely felt safe from her wrath for the day.

Susie huffed through her nose.

“Really now?”

She stormed up to Kris’s desk. As she got closer, all the other kids started to back away from him like he was slowly emanating a toxic gas. Until she was finally close enough to him that he could feel her hot, stinky breath in his face. Yuck. Smelled like wet garbage and glue.

She reached a clawed hand out and poked the red sparkling horns. They shifted a little on his head. She chuffed.

“Those aren’t horns. Who are you trying to fool?”

“T…They are horns…! I got them just this morning…!” Kris tried to defend himself.

Susie looked at him blankly, a smile creeping its way on her face. Before he could react at all, she reached over and snatched the horns right off of his head.

Kris’ stomach dropped. What she was holding was a red headband with glittery realistic looking red horns super glued on.

“H-Hey!! Give them back…!” Kris started to whine, trying his best to choke back tears.

“You want your ‘horns’ back…?” Susie asked, almost condescendingly.

“Yes…!”

She looked him dead in the eye, held out the horns in the palm of her hand, then crushed them in her fist.

Kris almost screamed as she dropped the now destroyed arts and crafts project on the ground with all the caring one would use to drop a wet paper towel.

“You think you’re one of us…” Susie hissed in his ear, getting real close.

“But you’re not. Wanna know what you are…?”

Kris’s throat burned as he desperately tried to hold back his devastated tears.

“...A freak...!!” So much hatred spilled from that one word. Freak. That’s all she’d ever called him. That was all he’d ever be to her, that was all he’d ever be to the rest of these kids. Hot tears finally started to spill from his eyes uncontrollably no matter how hard he tried to hold them back.

“Aww! The wittle fweak-a-zoid is gonna cwyyy…!” Susie taunted.

“Do you need Mommy or Daddy to hold your hand…?? Or maybe that Freak #2 of a brother you have!? I bet he’s the only one who’d be willing to touch your disgusting hands.”

What Kris did next was all done with no thinking. Bubbling anger swelled up inside him so hot and so quickly, he COULDN’T think. He started screaming, standing up from where he’d fallen to her knees, and socked Susie dead in the face.

The entire classroom gasped in horror, as Susie stumbled back a little. She felt her eye, looking down at her hand in utter shock. Like she couldn’t believe Kris of all people had the balls to stand up to her like that. Then, she started to laugh.

“So that’s how you wanna play it, huh…??”

Kris took a step back as if even he couldn’t believe he’d just done that. He was about to try and spout out the word ‘sorry’. But by then it was too late.

Blinding, intense pain wracked the middle of his face. He couldn’t see anything through the tears forming in his eyes. All he knew was he felt an intense pressure on his shoulders he couldn’t fight against if he tried, pushing him down onto the hard carpeted floors.

Everything after that was a complete and total blur. Ripping sounds could be heard over the blood roaring in his ears, as searing white hot pain took hold of his left arm. Blow, after blow, after blow hit him over and over in both eyes. He tried a little bit to fight back by flailing his arms, eventually grabbing onto and pulling on something soft, probably one of her ribbons, but he couldn’t see a thing anymore. Something warm and sticky was flowing down his face that he knew was nose blood.

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” The entire class chanted.

Kris wanted nothing more than to fade into nonexistence. Was this where his short little life was going to end? Beaten to death, pinned under the weight a rabid 8-year-old? Honestly. Wasn’t the worst way one could go.

“KRIS!!!” A familiar female voice suddenly shrieked.

Though his swollen black eyes, he saw Susie’s purple face start to get farther away, the weight on his chest lifted. He thought for a moment he had finally died and was being taken to Heaven.

“How…!! How dare you…!!” He finally recognized the voice of Toriel shrieking.

It was at this point he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness. Whatever happened to him now. He accepted his fate…

===

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“Kris…!”

Kris was slowly lifted out the black void that consistently haunted his dreams. He could see out his eyes much better than before, but there was still a swollen, stabbing pain in multiple spots on his face. When he moved his upper lip, he could still feel the blood flowing freely from his nose. Though it seemed to be drying now. After a moment, he realized he was being suspended in the air, in the large, warm, fluffy arms of his mother, Toriel.

“Oh thank the stars, Kris…!” She exclaimed, hugging him tightly.

“What…Happened…?” He slurred, starting to become more and more coherent of the world. He realized they were back in the School’s hallway. Where exactly in the hallway, he wasn’t sure.

“That…Abysmal child, Susie, happened…I’ll…I’ll explain later. We’re waiting for her mother right now. She has a lot of explaining to do…”

It was at this point, Kris realized they were right outside the Principle’s office. He also could hear a male voice from within.

“-Completely unacceptable behavior! There is absolutely no excuse…!”

Toriel set him on the ground. His legs thankfully were fine, it was just his face that was in agony.

Inside, the Principal had his head in his hands, exacerbated from chewing out Susie, who was just looking at the ground, not meeting anyone’s eye and refusing to speak.

“Ah, Kris. Glad to see you’re awake.” He said.

“Do you…Think you could give us your side of the story…?”

Kris tried his best to explain what he could remember. Including the part about how he struck Susie first. Everything after Susie destroying his horns was hazy at best.

Just as he started to finish his story, the door slammed open in a disturbingly familiar way. Standing there was a young(?) reptilian Monster, a bit shorter then Toriel by a few inches. Her gray tank-top and ripped jeans were baggy and had a few stains that Kris naively hoped were from food. She also was incredibly thin, the bones on her maroon freckled shoulders were poking through her skin like a cardboard box in a garbage bag. The baggy tank-top only served to highlight how sickly she looked.

She glared at everyone in the room through sunken, honey colored eyes. And the moment she walked in, the room was filled with the bitter stench of something akin to a mix of Window Cleaner and B.O. Kris recognized had her from a couple of years ago when he’d witnessed her dragging Susie to their dirty beat-up pickup truck.

“Okay. What do you assholes want from me now?”

“Miss Stark, please have a seat.”

Miss Stark did nothing of the sort. She stood behind Susie, who was still looking at the ground, not even acknowledging the presence of her mother.

“You were called because your daughter was caught today brutally assaulting another student.” The Principle explained in his best calm manner, gesturing towards Kris.

Miss Stark then finally noticed the human child. Instantly, she visibly recoiled in disgust.

“Ugh…! What the hell is THAT thing doing here…??”

“Ex-CUSE me???” Toriel shouted, putting her hands on Kris protectively.

“Look what your child has done to mine…!” She gestured to Kris’s swollen and bloody face. He casually waved back.

“What’s a human doing in a monster school anyway…?? It deserves whatever comes to it if it wants to tread on our territory. I can’t believe you called me here for this bullshit!”

Never in his life had Kris seen Toriel look that ready to deck someone. He felt her claws grip and dig slightly into his shoulders.

“Miss Stark, your behavior right now is completely inappropriate…! Control yourself or I will have to have you removed…!”

“You’re the one who called me here! So what’s gonna happen to the fucking thing? It’s not like she killed it.”

“Susie will be suspended for 1 month, and Kris will be suspended for 2 days since he technically hit first.”

“It did what???” Miss Stark screamed, turning towards Kris.

“This thing punched MY daughter…???” Then she turned to Toriel.

Toriel was about to bite back an angry response, when the door burst open again. Standing there, dressed in a Soccer game jersey, fur caked with mud and dust, was Asriel!

“Kris!!” He ran up and threw his arms around his little brother.

“I-I heard what happened…! I’m so sorry…! I shouldn’t have let you go in there alone…! I should have…I should’ve…”

“shh…I’m okay…”

“Ugghh. Yuck!” Miss Stark hissed upon seeing Asriel hug Kris. “And you call ME a bad mother! Your the one raising your kids to get killed by humans one day, and your little pet punched her first, so logically, it deserved to get the crap beaten out of it!”

The next thing Kris knew, the Principle had to get between Toriel and Miss Stark, the latter of whom he had to slam against the wall to restrain her. Asriel took Kris from behind and pulled him back, holding onto him tightly. A minute passed of the 2 furious mothers spitting venom at each other, before she suddenly snatched Susie up by her arm and stormed out.

A heavy uncomfortable silence stood in the air for a few seconds, until finally, the Principle wiped his hands on his jacket, cleared his throat, and spoke in a low voice.

“You…You may go now, Miss Dreemer…”

===

Turns out, after Susie had been forcibly restrained and dragged kicking and screaming out of the classroom, the rest of Toriel’s class had been free to go. And furthermore, apparently, Kris had been out-cold for a solid few hours.

Asriel still had Soccer Practice, and he insisted that Kris not be alone, so their mother very reluctantly allowed him to go outside to the field with him (After healing as much of the external injuries she could).

It was a beautiful day outside. Kris sat quietly on the bleachers, watching the older kids run back and forth across the field. No one was taking it that seriously. The majority of the time, the team would chat, mess around with the ball a little, then practice things like goal-keeping or kicking. Kris could tell his brother was quite well liked by the team. The way kids laughed and joked with him, the number asking for his help or advice. He was a good player too. He was the fastest, the most agile. The goalie couldn’t block a single shot from him.

He was glad his brother was so happy. But…At the same time, he yearned for what he had. Friends. Everyone liked Asriel. Asriel was the cool guy, the model student, the sports star. But who was he? Just Asriel’s weird little brother. No one had said that to him, but he’d felt it over the past 2 years, watching how popular he was and how he made it look so easy. It wasn’t like Kris hadn’t tried. It was just that everyone ignored him. At best, people would just pass him by with a weird stare. And it wasn’t like he could just force them to be his friend…

A bolt of electricity shot through Kris, akin to a bullet. His small body forcefully took in a deep gasp of air, as a cold, nauseating dread gripped at his chest and spread like poison. That was when he saw something at the edge of the woods that made his blood run like ice.

Outside the forest that wasn’t far behind the soccer field, was a hunched over, dark figure. Its body was gelatinous-like and lacking shape like it was slowly melting into the grass. Its pale head was looking down, preventing Kris from seeing its face clearly. Though in hindsight, that might have been for the better.

Kris couldn’t tear his eyes away from this strange figure he’d never seen before, yet the more he looked, the more he felt like he was in immediate danger. The more he looked, the more the blood roared in his ears, like a drum was beating louder and louder. The weirdest part was that no one else on the field seemed to be reacting the way he was, or even noticed or acknowledged the figure. That was when it snapped it’s head up, staring straight ahead into the young human’s SOUL.

Kris wailed aloud, he jumped off his place on the bleachers and onto the field where Asriel was just playing keepy-uppy with the ball and threw his short arms around his brother.

“W-Whoa! Kris…?? What’s the matter, buddy…??” He asked, half confused and half concerned. He ignored the stares of the other players and the coach, who were very bewildered by the random 7-year-old who ran onto their field and interrupted their practice.

Now crying and sniveling, Kris pointed in the direction of the forest, too terrified for words. Asriel looked in the direction he was pointing. Kris expected his expression to become as mortified as his was, but instead, Asriel just stared ahead, his lip hung open as he tried to find the proper way to say what he was about to say.

“.…Kris…There’s…Nothing there…?”

Turning his head to where he himself was pointing, Kris’s heart lurched, when he realized his brother was right. The figure he’d seen a minute ago was gone. Vanished into thin air. Like it never existed at all. He looked at Asriel desperately. He was terrified and crying, and Asriel was now incredibly concerned. He looked around at the rest of his teammates, who just seemed annoyed at this point.

“Uhh…I’m…I’m sorry fellas, but uh…I think that’s enough practice for me today. Me and Kris here should really be getting home for dinner…!” he smiled uncomfortably, trying and failing to hide his inner embarrassment.

He put his hands on Kris’s back, and slowly started to usher him off the field…

===

It turned out that Toriel had apparently a lot of paperwork to catch up on with her class dismissed for the day, so she told her children to go home without her and that she’d be home sometime after they went to bed.

The entire walk home, Asriel kept stealing glances at Kris, who was just…Staring at the ground. Not saying anything, not looking at his older brother. Just holding his hands and allowing himself to be led home.

“So…I’m sorry about what happened to your horns…”

“...”

“If…If you want, I could make some new ones. Some better ones…! That mean ol bully Susie’s been suspended for a while, right…?”

“...” Kris nodded.

“That’s good to hear…I’m sorry about what happened earlier…I wish there was something I could have done to prevent it…But I guess, it’s not like I could just punch an 8-year-old in the face for you…!” Asriel smiled, trying his best to make conversation. But Kris clearly wasn’t in the mood for it. So they just walked in silence back home, together.

Later that night…

After a lovely dinner of leftover pizza, pie, and Cola. Asriel had helped Kris get cleaned up and dressed. Although Toriel had healed him all up as best she could, there was still some dried blood on his lip and his sweater had some bloodstains on it.

He was tucking Kris in, assuming at first that he’d fallen asleep instantly (With his hair covering his face half the time, it was hard to tell). But as he was preparing to stand up and go to his own bed, he felt a small trembling hand tug on his Pajama Sleeve and hold on tight.

“Huh…? What’s wr-”

“p…p-please don’t leave me…” Kris begged.

He was oddly not very surprised. After all he’d gone through (And supposedly went through) today, it sorta made sense he’d be scared of being alone at a time like this. It was then Asriel remembered something. He took both of his brother’s hands and squeezed them gently.

“If you’d like, I could sing you a lullaby…I…I-I wrote one earlier today in class…It’s not that good, but y-you may like it, I dunno…”

“lullaby…?” Asked the 7-year-old, like he’d never heard the word before.

“Yeah…! I just gotta get my guitar real quick, be right back…”

Asriel left the room and came back 1 minute later with his Guitar that he took home from the Church Choir, and a sheet of notebook paper. He placed the paper next to Kris’s leg, sat down at the end of the bed (making sure Kris was nice and tucked in), and started to sing…

…When the light is running low

And the shadows start to grow

And the places that you know

Seem like fantasy…

…

There’s a light inside your soul

That’s still shining in the cold

With the truth

The promise in our hearts…

Don’t forget

I’m with you in the dark…

And for the first time in nearly 3 years, Kris slept that night with only peaceful dreams to welcome him.

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