*The Racoon's Angel*
It was a typical day for all the members of super junior, each member were spending the day very typical, except for one super junior member.. he really can’t consider this day lucky, when he would just spend the day sitting in a chair inside their dorm, doing nothing, and having none to talk to at all. This day can’t actually be lucky, when he doesn’t have to be in this kind of torment. And the tormentor is none other than the suju’s Fallen Angel, seriously how can an angel be a tormentor?
‘He was the one causing me all this’
He needs to deal with this thing and fast . . . he really wasn’t enjoying this torment one bit . . .
‘My Angel, really he’s not helping me at all . . .’
‘Yep My Angel, I can call him mine, besides everyone has their own fantasies neh?’
This thing he calls torment was slowly eating him up, and being in the dining area is not really helping . . . when all he sees and thinks is his so called tormentor. A sudden change of expression changed his sitting position.
‘When did I ever start calling or even considering him MINE?’
That was the question he needed to answer and be the end of his torment.
‘He was an Angel indeed
From a figure that is full of pure innocence, Makes my heart skips a beat
Eyes that can see through anything, Makes me drown in them
Mouth that would never speak of lies Makes me believe and gives me hope
Laugh that would make anyone happy, gives me a tingly feeling inside.’
“Tama ba na sa isang MORTAL ang sa IYO ay magmahal”
He was an Angel that could never be his . . . ‘if I could just rip your wings off and keep you to myself’ . . . with that thought slumber slowly creeps upon him.
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The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar figure in front of him . . . sitting across him.
“Leeteuk Hyung . . .”
He watched as Leeteuk moves from his seat preparing another cup of coffee, saying that he should make one for Kangin. He wanted to touch him, touch the Angel just in front of him, even to the extent of touching his lips using his own. He suddenly found himself moving closer to his Angel, holding him by his waist.
‘There’s no turning back now’
“Thanks Hyung . . .” tightening his hold on Leeteuk’s waist, carelessly whispering “can I be selfish? . . . and rip off your wings to keep you to myself?” He buried his head a bit deeper on Leeteuk’s shoulder for a while, then without even gazing back, he took Leeteuk’s mug that was left on the table with him and left the room smiling.
‘Why would I let myself suffer, when I’m one of the luckiest to have my Angel like this’
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this is a work of a friend of ours . . . .that friend gave it to us, . . .i posted it here with that friend's approval . . . .and so all the credits of this story is for that friend . . . . that friend actually visited our account, then said "why is it your journal empty"...then again that friend said "post my fic gifts here"..... so there, and uhm there's actually a second part of to this and you can find it here