Of Seasons and Spots
“What are you brooding about?” Leeteuk asked as he moved about the kitchen putting dishes back in their proper places.
“What do you think?” Kyuhyun growled, flipping over the paper he had been writing on and continued to do so.
“You can’t exactly blame him,” Leeteuk paused as he shoved a stack of plates into the cupboard. “You did, after all, kill his father.”
“I was protecting him,” Kyuhyun snarled. “You would have done the same.”
Leeteuk fixed him with the practiced stare of dominance before he had a moment to think about it. For a long moment their eyes locked and with a grumble Kyuhyun looked away. It wasn’t lost on either of them that he only did so because he didn’t wish to push the issue any farther than that, not because he felt a true need to do so.
“I would have if it were Kangin in his place, but that doesn’t change the fact you killed his father,” Leeteuk told him gently, turning back to the sink. “No matter what your intent was, it is still someone important to him, but more than that Kyuhyun, Zhou mi very likely understands exactly why you did what you did and probably hates the fact that even he can’t blame you for it.”
“Then why is he acting like this?” Kyuhyun asked miserably.
“That isn’t the right question,” Kangin told him as he moved into the kitchen, causing Kyuhyun to leap from his chair and spin in surprise. That he had so easily slipped up behind the other werewolf without notice, spoke volumes as to just how distracted Kyuhyun was. “The right question is ‘What can I do to apologize and make things better.’ To which the answer is, a lot of groveling and begging.”
Grinning, the Alpha slipped an arm around Leeteuk’s waist and kissed him on his cheek. With a smile lighting his eyes, Leeteuk elbowed him in the ribs. “Zhou mi isn’t a woman to be groveled before. Kyuhyun, you simply need to do what you think you need to in order to smooth over the issue you have caused.”
“Thanks for nothing,” Kyuhyun mumbled in a tone that wouldn’t have been heard if not for the presence of supernatural ears.
“Instead of sitting there and brooding, why don’t you come and help with the dishes,” Leeteuk told him gesturing to the pile of dirty dishes waiting for the space to be washed. It wasn’t an order exactly, but Kyuhyun took it as one, standing and deftly catching the towel Kangin tossed to him. If nothing else perhaps the task would keep him from stewing over the same thing over and over again.
A day spent shopping with Ryeowook hadn’t been horrible, but it hadn’t been exactly the healing balm for his trouble that he had hoped it would be. The young man and himself were good enough friends, but as the day progressed, Zhou mi found himself longing for the presence of his mate. That longing only caused him further irritation because he didn’t particularly want much to do with the werewolf at the moment, much to his Beast’s displeasure.
By the time darkness had fallen and Ryeowook had dropped him off in front of his own home, he was both anxious and dreading seeing his mate. Perhaps it made him a coward, but he found that he wasn’t yet ready to face the fact that Kyuhyun had done nothing wrong by the laws that governed werewolves. Even his own Beast had tried to convince him throughout the day that Kyuhyun was within his right and only protecting them.
On the front step he nearly turned and walked away, to where he didn’t know. Anywhere would be better than inside the house where he would have to face both memories and his mate, neither of which he wanted at the moment. Running, as pleasing as it sounded, was not an option. Not only would Kyuhyun tear the area apart looking for him, but the rest of the pack would help as well, and he didn’t want to face them either.
Silently he shifted his bags to one arm and slipped the key into the lock. It gave easily beneath the press of his fingers and he swung the door open, stepping into his house and kicking it closed behind him. The interior was lit in a soft glow as he bent to untie his shoes and place them in the proper place. When Zhou mi straightened again and reached for his packages he froze.
The soft glow that he had mistaken for a lamp or candle light, was in fact produced by thousands of tiny twinkling lights strung throughout the house. Somehow they had been strung so as to not look like the strands they were but more like distant random pinpricks of light, mini stars just for his eyes. He took it all in with his mouth open as he just stood there and stared at them.
“I remember you saying that you liked the lights,” Kyuhyun spoke softly from the living room.
Vaguely Zhou mi remembers telling him of times when he was younger, with his father and mother, of hours spent walking and enjoying the twinkling Christmas lights. They were times that hadn't happened in years, and wouldn’t, he realized suddenly, ever happen again. Before he could stop it a broken sob was escaping his lips as the loss hit him anew and his eyes sought out his mate on reflex.
Kyuhyun stood there looking incredibly guilty and uncertain of what he should do. “Kui Xian,” Zhou mi murmured and had barely lifted a hand towards him before Kyuhyun was there and gathering him into his arms.
“I’m so sorry. So so sorry,” the older wolf muttered as he lifted Kyuhyun off his feet and carried him into the living room. “I was only trying to do something nice for you, and I’ve upset you again.”
With his face buried in Kyuhyun’s chest, he couldn’t see the man’s face, but he could hear the distress there. His mate was as apologetic as Zhou mi was hurt, and holding it against him, he realized at last, would only hurt both of them more. Reaching inside himself he found their bond, and was surprised to find his end of it as tightly closed as he had been able to make it. Gingerly, he grasped it and slid it open letting his mate have access to himself once again. A choked off noise was the only response he got from his mate, but he could feel the pure relief and love flow down the bond to them.
“I’m sorry, too,” Zhou mi told him softly. Kyuhyun’s arms tightened around him as the werewolf arranged them both on the couch. He couldn’t tell his mate that he forgave him yet, but that would come with time, they both knew.
Kyuhyun said nothing, simply moved his hands over the fabric covering Zhou mi’s body and pulled them off. The other man let him until they were curled together skin against skin with the werewolf’s hands drifting over his body in a comforting caress. Zhou mi never had imagined he would be able to lay against his mate without clothing and not feel arousal, but he didn’t feel any now. Kyuhyun’s touch wasn’t sexual in nature, but soothing. This touch, just as intimate as when they had sex, was more comforting than he would have thought possible. Slowly, he relaxed into his mate’s body and allowed himself to express his sorrow. It wasn’t the first time Kyuhyun’s skin became wet with his tears and likely wouldn’t be the last.
Later, when his tears had dried, and his fingers played over Kyuhyun’s skin returning the comfort he had taken, he found it in him to smile softly. “Thanks Kui Xian,” he murmured. “I really do like the lights.”
“Any time,” was the deep rumbled response of a man calmed to near sleep. With a sigh that was somewhere in the ballpark of contentment, Zhou mi closed his eyes and let his mind drift off to the feeling of fingertips moving against his skin and the deep love he could feel within.
AN: Look another chapter so soon! Yay!! But I discovered that since I refuse to waste my money that I don't have on a paid lj account I had to delete over half my icons. That makes me sad even if I only use some of them every once in a while. lol