Angel Falling
title: Angel Falling
pairing: Kray (Kris/Lay)
rating: pg-13(?) (for themes of death and sort-of war)
genre: romance/tragedy
summary: Wu Fan isn't gone. Yixing knows this.
a/n: real names used, so Kris is Wu Fan and Lay Yixing. they're the same age as irl, but it's a complete AU anyway where they are in Beijing (China). the news report has no accuracy whatsoever lol. love to my beta flarglnomnom for my first exo fic~
September 21, 2032, Beijing, China-Leftover tensions from the Cold War erupted on August 24 when the United States discovered a large arsenal of nuclear missiles and various atomic weapons ready for deployment hidden by Russia, Lithuania, and Belarus (all part of the former Soviet Union) in Iraq. Allies were immediately gathered on both sides, with the Second Soviet Union aided mainly by China, Germany, and various countries in Africa, while most other major European countries as well as South Korea were on the side of the Americans…
The first knocks come when- was it the fifth day he skipped work? Yixing doesn’t know, and if he is to be honest, he doesn’t really care. The pure white piece of paper on his desk with the bold print still glares at him just like it did on the first day and he still closes his eyes and still stacks piles upon piles of papers on the table to avoid its accusation, still twisting the platinum ring on his finger back and forth as he does so. His cell phone had vibrated every few minutes with calls and texts until it simply ran out of battery a couple days ago; Yixing hadn’t bothered with recharging it, and when people start turning up outside of the apartment he ignores Lu Han’s pleading, Minseok’s frantic shouts, and Baekhyun’s threats to break down the door (Baekhyun had always been emotional, so emotional, and Yixing wonders if he should be too), besides acknowledgement in the form of a note taped to the door saying that he was fine, he just needed some time. (The one close friend that doesn’t show up, in fact, is Wu Fan, but Wu Fan is-)
The person he can’t ignore, however, is Jongdae, who was his roommate for seven years in college and medical school and thus knows Yixing very well, because Jongdae stands outside his apartment and raps on the window nonstop, something Yixing simply cannot stand. Jongdae has remarkable tenacity, Yixing has to admit, as after the fifth hour he is forced out of sheer annoyance to open the door and Jongdae slides into the apartment so fast Yixing doesn’t even have time to open his mouth to complain.
Yixing watches as Jongdae takes in the piles of dirty dishes, the mess on his table, and the tub of ice cream that he had been in the middle of eating on the couch. “What are you doing? What happened?” Jongdae asks finally, voice low and horrified, walking over to the table and running his hands helplessly over the haphazard stacks of material there.
“Wu Fan and I broke up,” Yixing explains casually, looking anywhere but at Jongdae and his look of disbelief. “That’s all, nothing else happened, it’s just a break up, it’s not a big deal, really, and I just needed a break from everything-” Then Yixing breaks off and almost, almost laughs because Jongdae was just so, so-and the piece of paper Jongdae holds up would be the one that he found; out of all the papers on Yixing’s desk, it is the piece of pure white paper with bold text, and the look on Jongdae’s face tells Yixing that he’s read it.
…on September 11th, a lottery was announced in China to draw the names of those males between 20 and 26 years old who would have the honor to join the People’s Army, which would undergo training at various locations. If one’s name was drawn, one would have the option of being replaced by another willing body of the same age group…
The two of them make eye contact, Jongdae’s eyes wide with horror as they look at each other, and Yixing detachedly remembers that Jongdae and Wu Fan had been close. As Jongdae steps forward, Yixing breaks the connection. “He’ll be back,” Yixing says calmly, but his voice sounds hollow. “He’d said he’d be back, this is only temporary. Like a break-up.”
“Yixing,” says Jongdae haltingly. His eyes dart around the room, as if he is looking for the right words in the air. “Yixing, you. You can’t- Yixing, you’re going to have to admit what happened soon. Now is better, Yixing, it really is.” There is a stifling silence for a minute that is pierced by Yixing’s voice.
“‘For the best’ my ass,” Yixing spits into the air, words loaded with equal amounts of venom and pain. “Damn him,” Yixing continues loudly, and then he drops like a missile onto the couch perfect for seating two. “It should have been me,” he whispers.
((Yixing’s smile is shaky as he presents a letter on brown rice paper to Wu Fan. ‘Zhang Yixing’, the letter reads, ‘No. 189234 of the People’s Army, to report for duty on September 13’. Wu Fan’s arms immediately wrap around him, chin resting on top of Yixing’s head, and he automatically relaxes into Wu Fan’s chest even though his heart is being squeezed and it’s hard to breathe. Yixing can feel Wu Fan’s chest vibrate as he says “I’ll go for you,” just like Yixing had known he would, and Yixing holds Wu Fan just a little tighter and a little closer.
“No, you can’t,” Yixing replies forcefully into Wu Fan’s shirt.
Wu Fan sighs and traces circles on Yixing’s back with his hand. “It’s for the best,” Wu Fan says, voice firm, “since your mom is sick and all. You can’t leave her.” And Yixing can’t leave her, and someone has to be No. 189234 of the People’s Army, so he stretches up and kisses Wu Fan, fingers threading themselves through Wu Fan’s hair where they belong, and Wu Fan kisses back with unyielding, solid force, arms pulling Yixing towards him like he never wants to let go.
“I’ll wait,” Yixing says from the driver’s seat as Wu Fan stumbles out of the car two days later, a single duffel bag in hand. “I don’t care how long it takes, I’ll wait forever, I love you, I love you, I love you-” His voice is desperate, but he somehow has only just realized that if he were to say those words for a lifetime it would not be enough and Wu Fan has to know that, but there are hundreds of cars around them, he realizes, hundreds of people separating from their loved ones, their parents, wives, best friends, lovers, even children, and what is his love story compared to thousands- millions- of others?
Wu Fan leans back in and presses a platinum ring into Yixing’s hand. “I’ll be back,” he says, determined, matching ring on his left hand. “I’ll do everything to make it back to you, Yixing, I love you too,” and then Wu Fan is gone, another figure within the masses pouring into the military compound.))
…which was the path numerous Chinese citizens chose to take. It has just been released to the media, that unfortunately, in a completely unprecedented act that will surely lead to full-out nuclear war, the United States dropped a new type of bomb, code-named ‘Angel’, onto the former island of Taiwan where certain youth divisions of the People’s Army had previously been undergoing training. No island remains. Relations or close friends of the soldiers on the island received letters on pure white paper to signal loss from the government on the 15th. A new lottery will be held by the government of the People’s Republic of China on September 24th , previously the scheduled date for deployment…
A/N: look wordbarf yay. also we're just going to assume 'angel' is a bomb that somehow doesn't make a boom/flash so it would be unnoticable from the mainland. yeah.
pairing: Kray (Kris/Lay)
rating: pg-13(?) (for themes of death and sort-of war)
genre: romance/tragedy
summary: Wu Fan isn't gone. Yixing knows this.
a/n: real names used, so Kris is Wu Fan and Lay Yixing. they're the same age as irl, but it's a complete AU anyway where they are in Beijing (China). the news report has no accuracy whatsoever lol. love to my beta flarglnomnom for my first exo fic~
September 21, 2032, Beijing, China-Leftover tensions from the Cold War erupted on August 24 when the United States discovered a large arsenal of nuclear missiles and various atomic weapons ready for deployment hidden by Russia, Lithuania, and Belarus (all part of the former Soviet Union) in Iraq. Allies were immediately gathered on both sides, with the Second Soviet Union aided mainly by China, Germany, and various countries in Africa, while most other major European countries as well as South Korea were on the side of the Americans…
The first knocks come when- was it the fifth day he skipped work? Yixing doesn’t know, and if he is to be honest, he doesn’t really care. The pure white piece of paper on his desk with the bold print still glares at him just like it did on the first day and he still closes his eyes and still stacks piles upon piles of papers on the table to avoid its accusation, still twisting the platinum ring on his finger back and forth as he does so. His cell phone had vibrated every few minutes with calls and texts until it simply ran out of battery a couple days ago; Yixing hadn’t bothered with recharging it, and when people start turning up outside of the apartment he ignores Lu Han’s pleading, Minseok’s frantic shouts, and Baekhyun’s threats to break down the door (Baekhyun had always been emotional, so emotional, and Yixing wonders if he should be too), besides acknowledgement in the form of a note taped to the door saying that he was fine, he just needed some time. (The one close friend that doesn’t show up, in fact, is Wu Fan, but Wu Fan is-)
The person he can’t ignore, however, is Jongdae, who was his roommate for seven years in college and medical school and thus knows Yixing very well, because Jongdae stands outside his apartment and raps on the window nonstop, something Yixing simply cannot stand. Jongdae has remarkable tenacity, Yixing has to admit, as after the fifth hour he is forced out of sheer annoyance to open the door and Jongdae slides into the apartment so fast Yixing doesn’t even have time to open his mouth to complain.
Yixing watches as Jongdae takes in the piles of dirty dishes, the mess on his table, and the tub of ice cream that he had been in the middle of eating on the couch. “What are you doing? What happened?” Jongdae asks finally, voice low and horrified, walking over to the table and running his hands helplessly over the haphazard stacks of material there.
“Wu Fan and I broke up,” Yixing explains casually, looking anywhere but at Jongdae and his look of disbelief. “That’s all, nothing else happened, it’s just a break up, it’s not a big deal, really, and I just needed a break from everything-” Then Yixing breaks off and almost, almost laughs because Jongdae was just so, so-and the piece of paper Jongdae holds up would be the one that he found; out of all the papers on Yixing’s desk, it is the piece of pure white paper with bold text, and the look on Jongdae’s face tells Yixing that he’s read it.
…on September 11th, a lottery was announced in China to draw the names of those males between 20 and 26 years old who would have the honor to join the People’s Army, which would undergo training at various locations. If one’s name was drawn, one would have the option of being replaced by another willing body of the same age group…
The two of them make eye contact, Jongdae’s eyes wide with horror as they look at each other, and Yixing detachedly remembers that Jongdae and Wu Fan had been close. As Jongdae steps forward, Yixing breaks the connection. “He’ll be back,” Yixing says calmly, but his voice sounds hollow. “He’d said he’d be back, this is only temporary. Like a break-up.”
“Yixing,” says Jongdae haltingly. His eyes dart around the room, as if he is looking for the right words in the air. “Yixing, you. You can’t- Yixing, you’re going to have to admit what happened soon. Now is better, Yixing, it really is.” There is a stifling silence for a minute that is pierced by Yixing’s voice.
“‘For the best’ my ass,” Yixing spits into the air, words loaded with equal amounts of venom and pain. “Damn him,” Yixing continues loudly, and then he drops like a missile onto the couch perfect for seating two. “It should have been me,” he whispers.
((Yixing’s smile is shaky as he presents a letter on brown rice paper to Wu Fan. ‘Zhang Yixing’, the letter reads, ‘No. 189234 of the People’s Army, to report for duty on September 13’. Wu Fan’s arms immediately wrap around him, chin resting on top of Yixing’s head, and he automatically relaxes into Wu Fan’s chest even though his heart is being squeezed and it’s hard to breathe. Yixing can feel Wu Fan’s chest vibrate as he says “I’ll go for you,” just like Yixing had known he would, and Yixing holds Wu Fan just a little tighter and a little closer.
“No, you can’t,” Yixing replies forcefully into Wu Fan’s shirt.
Wu Fan sighs and traces circles on Yixing’s back with his hand. “It’s for the best,” Wu Fan says, voice firm, “since your mom is sick and all. You can’t leave her.” And Yixing can’t leave her, and someone has to be No. 189234 of the People’s Army, so he stretches up and kisses Wu Fan, fingers threading themselves through Wu Fan’s hair where they belong, and Wu Fan kisses back with unyielding, solid force, arms pulling Yixing towards him like he never wants to let go.
“I’ll wait,” Yixing says from the driver’s seat as Wu Fan stumbles out of the car two days later, a single duffel bag in hand. “I don’t care how long it takes, I’ll wait forever, I love you, I love you, I love you-” His voice is desperate, but he somehow has only just realized that if he were to say those words for a lifetime it would not be enough and Wu Fan has to know that, but there are hundreds of cars around them, he realizes, hundreds of people separating from their loved ones, their parents, wives, best friends, lovers, even children, and what is his love story compared to thousands- millions- of others?
Wu Fan leans back in and presses a platinum ring into Yixing’s hand. “I’ll be back,” he says, determined, matching ring on his left hand. “I’ll do everything to make it back to you, Yixing, I love you too,” and then Wu Fan is gone, another figure within the masses pouring into the military compound.))
…which was the path numerous Chinese citizens chose to take. It has just been released to the media, that unfortunately, in a completely unprecedented act that will surely lead to full-out nuclear war, the United States dropped a new type of bomb, code-named ‘Angel’, onto the former island of Taiwan where certain youth divisions of the People’s Army had previously been undergoing training. No island remains. Relations or close friends of the soldiers on the island received letters on pure white paper to signal loss from the government on the 15th. A new lottery will be held by the government of the People’s Republic of China on September 24th , previously the scheduled date for deployment…
A/N: look wordbarf yay. also we're just going to assume 'angel' is a bomb that somehow doesn't make a boom/flash so it would be unnoticable from the mainland. yeah.