Fanfiction: Xiumin (PART 1)

Fanfiction : Xiumin.

The cold night envelope around Xiumin's body as he tries to warm himself by rubbing both hands and giving a warm blow, giving rise to a thin layer of air to the dark atmosphere. The night is cold. Even colder than any night before. The many layers of cloth he wears does not even repel the cold air that blew that night.

But he kept on walking and never looked back. "It seems someone is following me," he muttered. A stalker. He tries to make a glance on whom is following him, but without turning his head around, he could not do it. "I'm going to die. Maybe." he again muttered in fear.

Xiumin fastens his pace on the hard concrete steps that leads him to his apartment. He held is hands against the nob, but before turning it, he turned is head, looking face to face with his stalker that worn nothing but the color black. But the night was dark and there was no street lights to illuminate his vision, he barely could see the way to his apartment. The only thing he could make out on his stalker is his dark aura, that keeps getting darker and darker by each passing second, which feels like devouring him till the very bit of his soul.

"Go away! don't follow me!" Xiumin shouted. But when the Stalker does not obey his orders, Xiumin decided to approch him. He turned away from the apartment door and walked down the hard concrete steps. He held is head high, to equal himself with the height of the Stalker, which now radiates his blue color eyes.

Xiumin puts away both hands inside his pockets, trying to find something that could be used as a weapon in case this Stalker is malignant. But he could find nothing.

So, he gulped hard and asked, "What do you want?"

The Stalker does not speak a word, he stood there without moving an inch of his body. Motionless. Xiumin asked him again with the same question, but still no answer.

By the time Xiumin asks again the third time and still no answer was given. Xiumin pushed his Stalker's chest away from him with rage. But since Xiumin has a very small body posture, he could barley push him away. He took some steps back, glaring right at his eyes. Xiumin's pure black eyes which meets the Stalker's light blue radiating eyes.

A real beautiful combination.

"Who are you?" Xiumin asks, with a shattering voice. But Xiumin did not wait for his Stalker to answer-which he guessed he would not, and immediately walked with a fast pace back to his apartment door. But this time, he does not look back.

He turned his apartment door nob and got in. He slammed the door shut, and lean towards the door. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Xiumin's heart beats fast as the rush of adrenaline flows into his body, he clutched his right arm to his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart.

Tonight, death was following me. 

Tonight I was close to dying.

But I did not, I was lucky. 

But . . . will I be lucky again next time?

The thought to dying kept echoing inside his mind and made him frustrated, but relieved. The fact is, he did not die this night. Luck was beside him. But what about the next night? And the night after that? will the same dark Stalker follow him? Xiumin guessed in his mind the dark answer to his question, but the answer disturbs him. Of course he will follow me again.

He shook his head, pushing away the bad thoughts about dying far away from him.

He later takes a clear glance at his mickey mouse wrist watch. "I should really go, Kris is waiting for me. I promised that I would watch a movie with him tonight." Xiumin said, talking to himself as no one was present to hear him.

Xiumin, with one push of his thin yet masculine arms, lifts his body form the door and walks up to a series of stairs. His room was at the 7th floor. He had to take the stairs as the elevator was shut down for maintenance. By the time he had got to the 3th floor, his breath starts getting heavier as he tries to gasp for air inside this tight space.

"I should really work out again," he said, still gasping for air in this small corridor full of stairs. As he reached the 7th floor, a little sense of relieve occurs. He took a deep breath to refill his lungs which is empty at the moment.

His room, apartment number 7-6. Which the number 7 represents the floor on which his room was built on, and 6 where his apartment door stands along the hallway. Xiumin walks towards a series of doors, while walking, he starts phrasing each apartment door that he passes by. "Apartment 1, 2 , 3 , 4, 5. . "

"Ah here it is, apartment 6." He said. He inserted his right arm into the contents of his pockets and starts finding the key to his apartment door. As he got it, he inserts the keys trough the hole and turns it. Which unlocks the door.

Xiumin opens the door, and looks inside his apartment room. To be a surprise, there, sat someone on the living room sofa, his eyes nailed to the large flat television screen. It's Kris. He noticed Xiumin's arrival and turns his head towards him. 

Looking at Xiumin's pail skin, drops of cold sweet that descends down from his forehead, and a pair troubled eyes, made Kris wonder about what happened to him.

But, Kris simply smirked, then after having enough of seeing Xiumin's face which resembles a man addicted to drugs, he asks with a sarcastic tone. "Rough night?"

Xiumin removed his many layers of cloth and starts forming it into a shape of a round ball. with a sense of irritation, Xiumin then throws the giant ball made from cloth towards Kris. But Kris immediately ducked and the ball of cloth passes Kris's face and hits Xiumin's special lamp. His special lava lamp that was given by his father. Making the lamp pound to the ceramic floor and breaks into many pieces. The lamp was, to note, remarkably expensive and held many memories.

"Oh great! you broke my lamp!" Xiumin yells. But the only thing Kris did as a response is give a simple shrug. "Well, it certainly wasn't me who threw a big ball of cloth and missed."

"Yeah whatever, but your paying for my lamp though." says Xiumin, pointing his finger at Kris. Now, all Kris can do it nod and accept Xiumin's request with a heavy heart and say, "Well, as long as I can still stay in your apartment, and still watch a movie with you."

Xiumin nods. "Yeah, sure. Just prepare the popcorn."

They later sat together on the sofa and set their eyes at the television screen. The movie should be starting in 20 minutes, Xiumin thought when looking at his mickey mouse watch. 

But the sense of just waiting without doing anything really made Kris agitated upon Xiumin. But he kept his temper cold and tapped Xiumin on his back.

"So, how was your day?" Kris asks, trying to open a conversation.

"You have no idea," Xiumin replies. "I was followed by a Stalker."

"A Stalker?!" Kris was surprised, he glares at Xiumin's face for a couple of seconds. Now, Kris knew the reason why Xiumin was being short tempered when he walked through the door. A Stalker following you will make anyone scared and frightened, which will end with results of being short tempered.

Kris squint both of his eyes and says with a preserved tone. "Really? what's the story?" Xiumin takes a handful of popcorn and shoves them into his mouth. And while chewing, he says, "I don't know. He just followed me Kris. It was the scariest thing that ever happened to me."

Xiumin then gulped hard, trying to swallow. "Maybe ... I guess ... he's just another crazy fan," he says.

Kris tapped Xiumin on his back again, gently. "But, you are okay now. Right?"

Xiumin later sighed. "I hope so. But I'm afraid that he's going to follow me while I'm on campus grounds tomorrow."

"That won't happen," says Kris, confident. "Because you're not alone when on campus."

Xiumin's eyes believes what Kris just said, he quickly nods. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Kris nods, then formed a gentle and small smile on his face. "Of course I'm right."

His hands later starts to reach for the bowl of popcorn on Xiumin's hands, while his eyes still focused on Xiumin's face. Finding any change of facial expression as Kris's fingers took a piece of popcorn. 

Since They sat down, Kris had a hunger look on his face, and his eyes stayed glued to the bowl of buttered popcorn which is in Xiumin's possession. But kowing how would he react if Kris told him that he wanted some popcorn, he chose not too.

Kris later smirks behind his layer of red lushes lips. He thought Xiumin does not have any clue of Kris taking his popcorn without Xiumin's permission. But he was wrong, Xiumin did knew about it since the beginning, but he simply kept silent and lets kris have what he wants. But, when Xiumin looks down to his bowl, he surprisingly discover the bowl to be empty. He never thought Kris was so hungry.

"Kris!" He shouts in anger. Opening his big round eyes, furious upon Kris. "You. .. . Ignorant hungry good for nothing. I may have shared my popcorn if you just asked, you know?" Kris looks surprised at Xiumin. "So you knew about me stuffing my mouth with your popcorn?" asks Kris.

"Of course I did!" Xiumin again shouts.