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[wulfhalls]

a love so transcendental and true and all-encompassing and deep-rooted and overpowering and REAL it overcomes all obstacles and undooms THE old men yaoi ship of all time. spirk happy end in the year of our lord 2024. parted and never parted never and always touching and touched................. together forever at last.

[pandabearlikes]

My Husband, Kim JunMeow

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Chapter o7. One and The Same

With crystal orbs narrowed into slits, the cat of the night perches outside the jewelry store.  As soon as the security guard heads out, he’d slip in, grab the biggest diamond ring, and swallow it before they caught him.  It is the plan he’d brainstormed for weeks after the bullying incident.  He even secretly researched and discovered that as long as he drank enough water, the ring should come out in perfect form the very next day.  And yet, his little front paws shift and he misses the golden opportunity again.  His face slams the glass door and the guard shoos him away.

He tries for five more days until his confidence in this method takes a dive.  A happy couple walking out of the building details about how each jewelry piece has its own plated barcode and tracker that needs to be removed during purchase, or else police could track and arrest the thief.  Junmyeon definitely didn’t want me to get in trouble and to be honest, stealing isn’t something he wanted to do.  So instead, for the next two weeks, he scans the neighborhood for any couples in bicker and at the brink of break up.  

“I hate you!  IT’S OVER!” a female shouts at her now, ex, angrily rips the engagement ring from her fingers, and throws it to the ground.  

Immediately, the hast kitty leaps out, snatches the discarded ring, and runs off.  Skies start to drizzle with rain.  Zip-lining into the alley, he uncovers a box he had hidden some clothing for emergencies like these.  He dresses himself up.  When he reappears, he is not JunMeow, the brave and cuddly cat, but my lover, Kim Junmyeon.  His thumb brushes the shiny ring within his hands.  It’s not bought by his riches, but he hopes his angel would still love it.  

Back home, I groan as I try to cram a quarter worth of textbook information into my brain for another exam.  In all honestly, I hadn’t slept nor eaten for over 48 hours.  I felt like a piece of crap; every second that passed, I felt my spirits leaving my body.  Not to mention, both my cat and my lover have been missing in action for the last couple of days.  Especially, that cat…yes, I said he could go meet his lover but did he really have to abandon me with a cold bed, every single night?  Sighing, I stroke one of his plush toys.

“Thank you for protecting me, Suho,” my own voice haunts me.

Thank God, JunMeow didn’t throw a tantrum for my misidentification.  Instead, he had tilted his head up with tears brimming in his eyes.  It felt like de ja vu.  The words were spoken in my voice, but my brain couldn’t comprehend them.  It was as though, in that moment, someone else had taken possession of my body.  

The door bell rings, waking me up from my deep thoughts.  Shaking myself awake, I drag myself out of my room.  My expressions instantly perk up at the sight of the handsome Kim Junmyeon.  Grinning, I widen the door opening and invite him in.

“How come whenever you show up, you’re either wet or naked?” I casually ponder.  

Shaking his wet hair, Junmyeon turns to me and asks, “Which one would you rather?”

I gulp.  

“Hm?” he teases.

Chewing my lower lip, I murmur, “I don’t have a preference.”  He looks hot either way…

With a soft chuckle, Junmyeon brushes my hair and takes my hand into his. He tugs me over to the sofa while nervously hiding something behind his back.

“Hm?  Do you want to take a shower and dry off?” I suggest but the antsy Junmyeon shakes his head.  “Hm?”

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he musters up courage and reveals the hidden ring.  A gasp spills from my lips before my palm manages to cover my mouth.  Amethyst illuminates into my eyes; the gorgeous violet rays color Junmyeon’s palm.  Immediately, tears brim, an unexplainable bliss rushes into my blood.  

“Is…is that for me?” my voice shakes.

Taking my hand onto his lap, he slips the ring on.  

“I’m sorry I don’t have the money to let you choose from the ones at the jewe—“

I grab hold on his collar and yank him in, smashing my lips into his.  It didn’t make sense that he is apologizing for making today the best day of my life.  Tears rush down both Junmyeon’s cheeks as he drapes his arms around my body, his palm guides the nape of my neck, pressing me closer and closer with his passionate kiss.  All his withheld affections pour out.  This is nothing like the shy pecks and sweet kisses he’s given me before.  His touch is wet but blazing hot.  We pant for air, nose glides against nose.  He starts to slide my shirt off my shoulders.  I shudder against him as he lowers me onto the couch.  Droplets of rainwater stream down his body, dotting my partly worn blouse with Heaven’s gift.  With a soft smile, I lift my palm up and run my fingertips down Junmyeon’s jawline.  A gaze that reads fear and desire, anticipation but unconditional love, his brows sew together as he wordlessly ask for permission.  I nod.  His head lowers, his lips striking my neck and collarbone with much affection…and just as I thought, his tongue does wonders.  Automatically, my back arches and my arms caress his head to brings him closer to my chest.  

“Suho!” a little girl’s voice flashes in my brain.  It almost feels like a pulse flowing through my brain.  

Everything’s so heated and I don’t want to stop.  Our clothes are sloppily still half-clinging onto our bodies.  The rainwater and sweat glues fabric along our skin; each movement creates friction.  I throw my head back and the world starts to grow blurry.

“Meow~” a high pitched kitten purrs as his tiny paws pounce in the wet puddle.  Streaks of water colors the girl’s tea party dress as her giggles ring in my ears.

I heave for air as my lover cradles and brings me upright.  It feels as though an electric shock paralyzes my spine.  My head totters and I grab onto Junmyeon’s forearm for support.  Blinking, he lifts his head from my chest and scans my pale face.

“Wuh…what’s wrong?” he breathes.  Fear collects in his soul.  

“Don’t separate us!!”

I gasp for air as the distraught male hugs my head against his warm chest.  

“Don’t scare me…” he pleas, “Where does it hurt?”

An image of a small kitten hopping up and down in front up me flashes by.  The negatives of the lasting photograph fade away as iridescent light.  I could still smell the musky scent of the dumpster.  

“My Love…” Junmyeon’s body starts to tremble as he holds my feeble form, “Talk to me…”  He presses his lips on the side of my head.

Finally, my eyes reopen and I drift in and out of consciousness, unsure of what is reality and what is just a dream.  Perhaps, both were realities.  I peer up at my lover who’s also paled three shades due to worry.  

“Sorry…” I pull myself together and weakly say, “I’ve been studying too hard and haven’t slept or eaten…”

A heavy sigh of relief disperses from those lips, that are now a bit swollen from our makeup session.  I throw him a gentle smile.  “Sorry for ruining the moment…”

Shaking his head, Junmyeon holds me closer and hooks his chin on the top of my head.  He makes me feel like a little delicate baby and I feel so safe and loved.  Love is so strange sometimes.  You may have this ideal type or relationship goals but when it hits you, nothing matters.  Junmyeon may not be tall or dark or quite possibly live in a deserted forest because he burned all his money but his heart communicated with my heart, words that cannot be expressed out loud.  A tear rushes down the corners of my eye.

“I’ll cook something really quick for you to eat,” he whispers and kisses my earlobe.  I nod and let him go.  

With him gone, or at least a safe distance, I finally allow my fear to show.  The images from the past become clearer and clearer; they aren’t frightening but I’m shaking all over.  I grab hold of the arm of the sofa to try to calm the dizziness.  That’s the last time I put a stupid exam over my own health.  Bearing through the vertigo, I slowly lean my head against a sofa pillow.  In and out of consciousness…I see those familiar bluish gray eyes…my fingertips feel the softness of his fur.  Voices bombard me in a sensory overload.  My body flames with feverish temperature.

“I won’t marry Minseok Oppa anymore…”

“I’ll marry you…” my voice merges with the little girl’s voice as my eyes open wide.  

With the jingle of a bell still fresh in my mind, I rush over to the bedroom.  On my knees, I tear apart boxes and rummage through clutter like a mad woman.  Finally, I discover the black collar JunMeow wore around his neck on the day I took him home.  I had taken it off due to the small size.  My thumbs rub the dirt off the name tag as my eyes squint to read the engraved text.

“Kim…” I read out loud.

Using my nails, I scratch off the rust.  “S….u….”

My fingers grow numb.

“…h….o…..”

“Suho,” I read out loud as overfilled tears sabotage my vision.  Everything finally made sense.  Memories, stolen from my childhood, finally return.  My JunMeow is my precious Suho.  My fragile body convulses as I burst into tears.  “He’s nearing the end of his life...”  The world starts to spin around me.

Alerted by the noise, Junmyeon walks in just in the nick of time to rush over and catch me before I collapsed.  The collar drops from my hand and falls to the floor.  As I completely lose consciousness, Junmyeon’s call and Suho’s meow merges together in my mind.  

Shaking me, my husband calls out my name over and over again.  Blood drains from his face.  His warm palm presses against by forehead and immediately bounces back with inferiority.  A malicious fever boils my body.  Cradling my frame against him, Junmyeon tilts his head up to the sky as if to recite a familiar bargain.  I grab his hand in my sleep.

“Su…ho….” I weep, “I’ll…protect you…”

“My Love…” Junmyeon tearfully calls out.  He picks me up and lays me down on the bed.  A wet towel is placed on top of my forehead.  I flinch; the coldness awakens me for a brief moment.

“It smells so good…” I murmur and gift him a weak smile, hoping it’d be enough to ease his tensed expression.  

“That’s the last time I let you procrastinate and cram information for exams,” he sniffs back tears and scolds. His thumbs stroke the back of my hand and I respond with a coarse chuckle.  “I’ll bring you a bit to eat,” he volunteers.

The delicious tomato omelette causes me to salivate.  Gently, Junmyeon lifts me up and starts to feed my deflated stomach.  He may not be the most experienced chef, but in that moment, the omelette was the best meal I’ve ever eaten.  

“Junmyeon-ah…” I call as he blows on the last bite so that I wouldn’t scald my tongue.  

“Hm?”

“Is JunMeow home?” I softly ask.

The spoon is slowly placed back on the plate and he hesitates his response.  

“Is he with his lover again?” I conclude.

“Yes,” Junmyeon looks me in the eyes and responds with seriousness in his tone.  

“Ah, I see…” I sadly respond.  “Wake me up when he comes home…” I request.  Tears start to brim again and the tip of my nose tinges in pink.  Junmyeon drapes his arms around me and nods.  I flow in and out of consciousness again; a part of me foolishly doesn’t want to fall asleep because I want to be there to welcome my JunMeow - my Suho home as soon as he returned.  

Slowly, my lover starts to sway me back and forth.  “You used to rock me to sleep like this each night…” Junmyeon chokes.

“Do you think he’s mad at me for abandoning him?” I semi-consciously question.  “He must be…I promised we’d protect each other…”  It didn’t occur to me how strange my murmurs would sound to my uninformed husband.

“No…” Junmyeon tears up and squeezes me.  Lips quiver.  “Of course not…How could he?  He loves you so much more than you’ll ever know…”

My tired eyes reopen to admire the ocean-filled ones of Kim Junmyeon.  

“…That’s why he came back to find you even after all these years.  He wants to stay by your side and protect you for the remainder of his life,” Junmyeon confesses the deepest feelings he suppressed within his heart - those he never thought he’d be able to say out loud.  Salted liquid spills from his orbs to my oscillating ones.  

“I’ll make him the happiest in the world…” I tearfully promise.

“He already is…” Junmyeon replies as he seals me with a kiss.  The familiar plitter platter of my window flows into my ears as a soft lullaby.  As I finally surrender to my dreams, I see a blurry image of my lover’s silhouette shrinking into an outline of a fluffy white feline.  

A/N: (-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩) Let it rain under my eyes…

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I Was A Nurse

by blimputt

I was a nurse for ten years. I never witnessed anything unusual until nine months ago, when a homeless woman wandered into the ER heavily pregnant. She was wearing jeans and a ragged old sweater that went to her knees.

I was the first to see her. She stumbled against the entry wall and then fell heavily on a hip. I called for help and rushed to her side. My coworker Lhiam and I got her to her and feet and guided her to a bed. I've always had a good poker face - you have to in my line of work, it helps make patients feel more relaxed - Lhiam, though, was only six months into the job and recoiled unprofessional at the odor wafting from the woman's mouth.

It was dry and extremely ripe - smelt like your run of the mill halitosis.

Once she was laid down she curled into the fetal position and nursed her stomach. She didn't look well at all - very pale and slightly yellow.

'Don't worry, you're ok.' I said. The woman's eyes were so big and darted almost wildly from me to Lhiam. 'What's your name? I'm Sonia.'

Her lips quivered a little - then she said: 'Sophie.'

'Hi Sophie. Did you walk here?'

She had no shoes - though you couldn't tell at first. Her feet were nearly black; completely covered in grime and dirt. 'Y-yes. I walked.'

It was so hot outside, yet not a single person had helped this woman? I felt terribly for her. 'That's no good, Sophie. How far along are you?'

She swallowed hard, groaned, and then glanced at her stomach. 'I don't know.'

'That's ok - not a problem. Lhiam, get the ultrasound would you? Thanks. Sophie, would you mind lifting your sweater up? I need to take a look at your stomach.'

She tensed.

'It won't take more than a second.' I quickly drew the cubicle curtains for privacy. She relaxed a little, then nodded and slowly lifted her sweater.

Her stomach was a collage of sickly yellow and purple bruises and welts and weeping scratches. I held in a gasp.

'What happened Sophie?'

She covered her stomach. I needed to physically examine her but decided not to push my luck.

She cast her eyes down. 'It's killing me. I have to get it out. I need help.'

At first I'd thought someone had beaten her - but why would they spare her face? The injuries seemed localized to the belly. I realized she'd done it herself. She'd beaten the baby still inside her with who knows what - maybe her own two hands.

I felt sickened. I had to let the psych team know immediately, before she could hurt herself and the baby further. 'Why do you think that, Sophie?' I asked, hoping to keep her distracted.

She clutched at the sweater with little regard for her tender stomach. 'I just told you. It's killing me. Whatever put it there - I don't want it. I don't want it in me.'

Without warning she made a fist, raised it above her head, then brought it down onto her stomach with a dull thud.

'Oh my Go- Sophie, please don't do that... LHIAM? Anyone!' I tried to grab her wrists but she was stronger than she looked. She ripped her arms away from me and pounded her gut again and again - hissing in pain with each hit.

I heard Lhiam running close by with the ultrasounds trundle cart. He parked outside the cubicle, then rushed in. I guess the sight of a pregnant woman bashing herself was quite something - he stopped in his tracks and stared, mouth slack.

'LHIAM!' I yelled, still wrestling the patient.

He snapped out of it and went for the other side of the bed, but he was useless now. Sophie was done. She collapsed onto her back with exhaustion, her arms limp at her sides.

'Ring psych and Dr Goldman now.' I ordered Lhiam. 'Sophie - you're hurting your baby. Please relax, ok? We'll give you something for the pain, alright?'

She wasn't listening. Her eyes were glassy and staring into space. She licked her lips... Then smiled. 'It's not moving.' She whispered. 'It's... not moving.'

She began to laugh. It was very quiet, barely audible, but she was laughing I'm sure. I could only watch in disbelief.

Lhiam poked his head through the curtain. 'They're on their way...'

'Thank-'

I jumped in surprise as Sophie lurched to a sitting position. In the moment I'd looked away she'd become whiter still. She sucked in air desperately. Her grin was gone. Her eyes panicked.

'It's ok-' God, where the hell was the doctor?

I guided Sophie back down, but before her head touched the pillow her entire body heaved and convulsed, throwing her off the bed. She landed at my feet stomach first. 'Shit!'

Lhiam reached for her, then recoiled. She moved to all fours and began to heave like a cat with a mighty hairball.

Urk Urk Urk

There was a strange popping sound, and then a stream of thick black liquid spurted from Sophie's mouth. It came and came and the veins stood out angrily on her neck and forehead. I was kneeling in the vomit, trying not to breath its wicked stench while rubbing her back. Lhiam fumbled a sick bag under her mouth only for his arm to be coated with muck.

'Breathe. Just breathe, Sophie -' I said.

The onslaught halted. Sophie sucked in a rasping breath - she was frightfully blue by then. 'Get it.' She rasped again. 'Ooouuut.'

The vomit came once more. I got to my feet as she hurked endlessly. I honestly didn't know what to do. I just stood looking down at her and the ever growing pool below us - Lhiam did the same. Then Dr Goldman arrived.

'What's the problem?'

The Dr looked at Lhiam for explanation, then to Sophie and her mess. His face puckered. 'Jesus. Get her off the floor.'

'She won't stay on the bed.' I muttered. Sophie began to shake violently as more streams of black left her. Any second I expected her to faint from hypoxia. In fact it was unbelievable that she hadn't already.

'Then bloody make her!' Dr Goldman shouted, yet made no effort to help the writhing patient.

The vomiting ceased again. Sophie, ever so slowly, set her butt back on her heels. She made eye contact with the Dr. There was a bib of charcoal goo running from her chin and down her front.

The Dr looked at her with distaste.

'Sophie, can you move?' I asked gently.

She looked at me without moving her head - just her eyes. Her scleras were completely red with broken blood vessels. And she looked... Betrayed. She brought her hands to her throat and gently cupped her neck. Then she tightened her fingers.

'Stop her.' Goldman ordered.

And we tried to. But Sophie couldn't be stopped. She began to scratch at her throat - her short nails not able to do much damage. Her face blued. Her veins bulged. Goldman decided that only he could do the damn job properly and rolled up his Versace sleeves and came into the fray, yanking Sophie to her feet. Just as he did, something inside Sophie cracked. One final spurt of sick gushed from her mouth and onto the Dr's chest.

He dropped her like a hot rock.

She crumpled into a kneeling position. The cracking came again. Her face was deep purple. Her eyes stood out of her skull due to immense pressure. She looked... Horrible.

Her throat began to swell. The Dr was now just as slack jawed as Lhiam and I. Another two nurses were also watching from just outside the cubicle. Other patients began complaining about the smell, they called out for someone to spray some air freshener.

Sophie's eyes rolled back, but she was still conscious. Her clawing became listless, then stopped. Her arms flopped to her side like a puppets.

The swelling moved. It moved up... Up her throat further and further... Blood squirted from her mouth and her nose in rivulets. Another crack. She remained on her knees, her head bent back, yawning. Something was in her mouth. Something was working its way out.

Her jaw dislocated and she groaned. Something smooth protruded from between her lips. It was fleshy. Her teeth bent outward. Her mouth split to allow room. She collapsed - dead or dying. I don't know.

We watched in awe. The fleshy thing was in fact the top of a head. It was followed closely by a grimacing and pinched face, then a small set of shoulders - wriggling to the left and right, ruining Sophie's face further in its fight for freedom.

Once the shoulders passed the rest came easily. It slid out in a heap in front of Sophie's face. It was covered in grime and blood. A thick cord tethered it to Sophie's mouth - it led into her throat.

The thing sputtered. It looked like... A baby. But different... Wrong.

Too small. Too muscular. Then it started to cry just like any other newborn. It squirmed and clutched at the air. Goldman backed away, rounded the front desk, and picked up the phone - never taking his eyes from the heap on the floor.

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. Psych came. And then the police. And then some more doctors. Then someone finally collected Sophie's body and cleaned up the sick.

The thing... Baby, I guess it should be called, was wrapped in towel and put in a box. No one knew what to do with it. Then men in suits arrived - thin lipped and stony faced.

They took Sophie's body. They took the baby. They took the mops and cloths and buckets used to clean up. Then they disappeared with the cops. No explanation. No nothing.

Dr Goldman died a few months ago - total organ failure.

Lhiam is awaiting a liver and lung transplant. I'm sure I'll be needing new kidneys soon.

We don't have cancer or tumors or any disease at all. Our bodies are just failing.

We all came in contact with Sophie's vomit.

I've tried to seek compensation but the hospital says there's nothing technically wrong with me. I've contacted the Government - they deny anyone ever came to my place of work. I don't think I'll ever know the truth.

[purple-iris]

T'hy'la by definition

a love so transcendental and true and all-encompassing and deep-rooted and overpowering and REAL it overcomes all obstacles and undooms THE old men yaoi ship of all time. spirk happy end in the year of our lord 2024. parted and never parted never and always touching and touched................. together forever at last.