Wine of Ages (Prologue)
Title: Wine of Ages (Prologue)
Pairing: Onew/Key, Onew/Taemin
Genre: Romance, Angst, Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A young innocent boy with rosy cheeks and a beating heart, or a walking corpse with pale -almost ghostly blue, unpulsing flesh? It should've been easy to choose, right?
Disclaimer: Characters own themselves. Plot is taken from ‘Tim Burton’s Corpse Bride’ (with bits of change and adjustment here and there, of course). So this delusional fangirl here pretty much has nothing to be proud of except the writing.
A/N: You can still read even if you’ve never seen the movie :D It won’t be confusing, I promise :)
A/N2: I watched the movie for the hundredth time this afternoon, and as soon as Emily appear on her first scene, Kibum came to my mind♥ XD and Victor is such a klutz just like our Jinki, and Victoria is all delicate and whitely pure that she reminds me of Taemin XD
so I was like ‘LOLOMG THIS IS PERRRFECT’ and and and there’s more of the resemblance I don’t have to mention in this stupid A/N, so let’s just get going to the prologue? :3
“Jinki, are you ready?”
The voice from downstairs I recognized as my father’s startled me. I glanced at the clock above my room’s door and realized that it’s been a couple of hours since I dozed off at my table. Just several minutes to four; the fixed scheduled time for an appointment between the two families, and I haven’t even changed to my suit.
I put back my quill pen in the ink bottle, sighing at the halfheartedly-done painting on the paper in front of me. I was about to get up from my chair when the glass jug placed near the window caught my attention. Ah right, I should released the butterfly first before we left the house.
I swung the window open, as my gaze kept locked to the small creature’s fluttering blue wings. My head went down at the same level as the jug, I couldn’t stop admiring the beautiful pattern that was drawn along its fragile shape. Gorgeous and stunning, sure. But frail and weak at the same time.
However, when it soared outside claiming the open air and flew to the sky, I couldn’t help but feel the jealousy replacing my wonder. The butterfly; which at the moment became the only thing with lively aqua in my eyesight when everything apart from turned to be colorless, could have the complete right to control its life. No one could grasp its desire and alter its will. It would always have the full command of where it would be heading, without anybody to push their wants to it.
It’s exactly what I’ve been dreaming of; to own some freedom.
“Jinki, what took you so long?!”
I huffed irritably, before my legs stomped toward a wardrobe in my room to snatch a simple black suit jacket and a silver silk necktie. Every last little thing, after all, must go according to plan.
Pairing: Onew/Key, Onew/Taemin
Genre: Romance, Angst, Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A young innocent boy with rosy cheeks and a beating heart, or a walking corpse with pale -almost ghostly blue, unpulsing flesh? It should've been easy to choose, right?
Disclaimer: Characters own themselves. Plot is taken from ‘Tim Burton’s Corpse Bride’ (with bits of change and adjustment here and there, of course). So this delusional fangirl here pretty much has nothing to be proud of except the writing.
A/N: You can still read even if you’ve never seen the movie :D It won’t be confusing, I promise :)
A/N2: I watched the movie for the hundredth time this afternoon, and as soon as Emily appear on her first scene, Kibum came to my mind♥ XD and Victor is such a klutz just like our Jinki, and Victoria is all delicate and whitely pure that she reminds me of Taemin XD
so I was like ‘LOLOMG THIS IS PERRRFECT’ and and and there’s more of the resemblance I don’t have to mention in this stupid A/N, so let’s just get going to the prologue? :3
“Jinki, are you ready?”
The voice from downstairs I recognized as my father’s startled me. I glanced at the clock above my room’s door and realized that it’s been a couple of hours since I dozed off at my table. Just several minutes to four; the fixed scheduled time for an appointment between the two families, and I haven’t even changed to my suit.
I put back my quill pen in the ink bottle, sighing at the halfheartedly-done painting on the paper in front of me. I was about to get up from my chair when the glass jug placed near the window caught my attention. Ah right, I should released the butterfly first before we left the house.
I swung the window open, as my gaze kept locked to the small creature’s fluttering blue wings. My head went down at the same level as the jug, I couldn’t stop admiring the beautiful pattern that was drawn along its fragile shape. Gorgeous and stunning, sure. But frail and weak at the same time.
However, when it soared outside claiming the open air and flew to the sky, I couldn’t help but feel the jealousy replacing my wonder. The butterfly; which at the moment became the only thing with lively aqua in my eyesight when everything apart from turned to be colorless, could have the complete right to control its life. No one could grasp its desire and alter its will. It would always have the full command of where it would be heading, without anybody to push their wants to it.
It’s exactly what I’ve been dreaming of; to own some freedom.
“Jinki, what took you so long?!”
I huffed irritably, before my legs stomped toward a wardrobe in my room to snatch a simple black suit jacket and a silver silk necktie. Every last little thing, after all, must go according to plan.