His Voice of Love
A/N : Maybe I’m a bit late for this, but this fic was inspired by SM The Ballad’s MV, Miss You. But I think I changed about 70 - 80% of the original story, so don't expect much from me, okay? *hides*
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“Feathers. They’re white.”
“And pure.”
***
You are still fixing the brown long coat you’re wearing when the moving stick at the top part of the alarm clock next to your bed starts to move frantically from left to right, trying it best to make the loudest ring like every other morning. You cluck your tongue, and rushes to stop the annoying ring. It’s already 8 o’clock, which you whisper to yourself, “I’m dead late.”
And as if the things around you are trying to make fun of your misery, the window that you forgot to fix the lock a few days ago flings open, defeated by the strong gush of wind, and the paperworks that you had carefully arranged last night sprawls on the floor. And all you can do right now is grunt, and bend one of your legs down, picking up the papers.
Your phone is the next thing that upsets you. You try to ignore it, yet it doesn't stop ringing, so you pick it up, says ‘hi’, and in all those extremely discomfit state of affairs, you feel your ground shaking.
Your cup for coffee is rattling against its saucer. Your despicable alarm clock is dangling on the table, a few inches away from the edge before it falls on the wooden floor. Your ears catch a sound of something on fire falling down, something huge on fire falling down, when you suddenly look up into the sky, and found a ball of fire, probably a meteor, making its way down to earth.
“Epic,” your mouth automatically mumbles. Your hands are reaching the DSLR camera on the messy desk next to you, and unconsciously press the flicker button too many times to count.
Yet you don't see what is the point in doing that, so you stop capturing the pictures, place your bag on your shoulder, and makes your way out. All in your mind right now is to check your phone of who was the one that called you just now.
***
“What are you searching for?”
“Where?”
“Here.”
***
Your head doesn't have anything else inside it while you are walking past the crumpled black road, or the noises around you. All that you are thinking is how to give excuses to your boss, when a man stops you, and order you to follow the detour made by the construction workers before.
“What’s wrong?” you ask him, but he doesn't reply. He doesn't seem so friendly, maybe because whatever thing that happened before was too early and too unpredictable. Reading the situation, you give him a few nods, and follow the route that he showed you before. Yet your eyes are wildering around the scene. There are some small burning spot around the damaged road. And your eyes catch some white, light things, dancing on the pavement.
They are feathers. Since it is rare to see things like that around you, unless there are dead birds, dead big birds nearby, regarding the size of the feather, you picks one up, and put it in your pocket.
“Could be a good luck charm,” say you to yourself.
It takes your time about fifteen more minutes to use that path, but there’s nothing you can do about it. All that you can work do right now is to walk as fast as you can, so that you can at least reach the office before your boss.
And you’re about to jump over a brick that fell in the middle of the road, when your eyes once again, brings you to an unusual view:
There is a boy, dressed in a white, silk shirt. He’s lucky the shirt is long enough to cover his lower torso, since he’s not wearing anything to cover that part of his body.
You move your eyes from staring at that part so much, as your heart is beating too random right now. Yet, when you place your view on his face, you find it is more exhilarating for you to see his face.
How should you put it into words? Can you even put it into words?
Behind him, just behind him, there are a pair of wings, beautiful, big, white wings, the same with the feathers you found just now, spread and covers his body left and right.
His eyes, his eyes are so bright, that once he looks up to you, it feels like you are pierced by an arrow.
His lips, his lips are so well-shaped, that once you see it, your hands can't stop but to sweat and fidgets, as it is hard to control them from touching the picture-like enchantment.
His skin, his skin is so delicate, that in your head, there’s a thought, that if your rough and manly hands are brushed against it, it will tear open and ruin its beautiful complexion.
He tries his hardest to hide the beautiful wings behind him, shrinking it and slowly retreats from your view.
Yet he still looks at you with those bright shiny eyes.
He still tries to move the beautiful lips so that he can ask you something that seems like a help.
He still rubs his hands on his arms, trying to tell you that he is cold and need some protection.
And all that you can say then is;
“Come home with me, I’ll protect you.”
And lift him up into your embrace. His smooth cheek and hair brushes your neck, and that makes you forget about the works that you were rushing about before.
***
You ask him if he is hungry, he shakes his head. His soft, brunette hair waves as he did that. You ask him where did he come from, and he lifts his index finger, pointing upwards into the sky. It maybe sounds ridiculous, but clearly, he shows you the way to heaven.
And you yourself can understand it that much, that no human can be such a beauty. Even though it is out of the human logic.
You ask him why he is here, and he put his eyes on you. You don't understand, but you stop asking. Maybe he is upset about you asking too much. You move towards him, trying to touch his shoulders in order to tell him to sleep, to rest on your bed, and yet, he flinches, and his brows crooks.
You wonder why, when finally he turns his back at you, and a wound, as long as your palm is, tainted with spots of blood. You reach the safety box, take out a piece of cotton and gently wipe the wound. You can hear he gasps, but there’s no voice coming out from his mouth. Yet the gasping themselves is too charming for you to let it pass your ears.
It takes him one full day of sleep, and without knowing why, you even called your manager and asked him for a few days off. You’re lucky for this is the first time you are taking an emergency leave.
It is as if you are addicted to be by his side. He’s too tempting to be ignored, yet too precious to be soiled by your human hands. And the fact that he still doesn't utter a thing makes you realised the first reason why you took him home : to protect him.
‘but from what?’
***
‘S - U - N - G - M - I - N’
“That’s your name?” he nods as his hand waves the paper in front of you. And when you take a glimpse at his face, your heart almost jumps out of your ribcage.
If ‘beautiful’ or ‘gorgeous’ has another one thousand meanings, you would do anything to gather them all and put them into words.
He walks near you, and put his hands on your chest, the left on top the right. As soon as he lifts his face and innocently stares into yours, his doe eyes melts you to the bones, that you thought if you can choose the way you die, oh please God, let it be right now.
The eyes plead you to give the owner your name, and you smiles, as you tousles his naturally fragranced hair.
“I’m Kyuhyun, Cho Kyuhyun.”
‘Sungmin’
You mouthed the same name over and over, yet your mouth doesn't feel tired from it. You stop mouthing them for a while, and take a glance at the angel that swirls and turns, running his baby steps, happily around your living room.
He is too excited about every single thing in your house, and you thought that it is too bad he can't say anything to show how he feels. Yet his expression shows everything.
How his eyes turns bigger when he feels the cold surface of your wall bricks. How he adores the lights in your house. How he smiles when his touch makes everything alive.
Silently, in your fast-beating chest, you are wishing for the time to stop, and let him be with you forever.
***
The sky is bright, even though it is night. It is his second night at your place, yet you are prepared to show him your favourite place.
“From here, I can see heaven.”
He smiles, as you pull him down, along with your body to lay on the wooden platform above the apartment building. Both of you are facing the night sky, that is painted with the beauty of the stars.
You chuckles softly as he snuggles next to you, tickling your neck with his hair. He feels so warm, and without you even realising it, your skins touches each other. A random shiver rises to the back of your neck when you figure it out how smooth his skin is.
You turn your head to the side to face him, and find out that his bright eyes are watching you all the time. And with those adorable eyes, his eyes works like a magnet, drawing the steel you closer and deeper into those chocolate orbs.
“Sungmin, are you from heaven?”
He nods, and palms your cheeks. He pulls your face even closer, until your noses meet their end points against each other.
“Why are you here then, on earth?”
He put his left hand on his chest, and the right one on yours. A small yet comforting vibration enters your body, calming your heartbeats, wrapping your soul.
You know he is speaking to you in his own way, trying his best to tell you something. But you still don't understand. Because you speaks in words, in language, in which the tongue used, and the voices are heard.
And in your confused mind trying to solve the meaning of his act, Sungmin quickly spreads his white, soft wings and covers both of you under it, as if preventing anyone to see;
The gentle kiss that he gives to you underneath it.
***
The third day he’s at your house, and you just can't let him loose from your embrace. His kiss last night was something that you can never forget all your life.
You see him smiling as always today, see him learn to cook for you today, see him do the laundries together with you today, and finally find him asleep next to you until afternoon.
He is sleeping, but you’re not. How can you sleep listening to your heart beating like crazy?
Your fingers start to trace down the slope of his small, cute nose. The air that comes out from it feels so warm and relaxing as you put one of your fingers underneath it. Then your fingers slide to his cheeks, his adorable cheeks that go red when you teased him just now, when he failed to make the sunny egg in its shape.
Then those fingers move up to his closed eyes, brushing them lightly against those beautiful eyelashes. The gorgeous eyebrow that moves up and down as you tickles his ears or blows his neck.
You keep repeating the same moves, until your hand finds his lips. The lips that parted a bit, showing a glint of his perfectly aligned teeth. You laugh as the lips moves and Sungmin suck his lower lip when you rub your little finger around it.
You’re not an idiot. You know you had already fallen for this angel when the first time you saw him. You are not someone who hates denial, and you know that you got to love someone that you love.
And you know that right now, you are so in love with this angel.
***
As much as you love to stay by his side, you know that you need to find some food for lunch. Sungmin’s food isn’t edible for a healthy human like you. And they were tasteless too, since Sungmin gave him some signs earlier that he doesn't have any taste bud to taste anything.
And after you find yourself some breads to stuff yourself, you happily jogs back to your apartment, when you hear something;
“You’ve been on earth too long, Sungmin.”
You can see him trapped with the invisible force coming out from the man’s hand, but you can do nothing.
You yourself are not able to breathe freely, feeling the same force on your body, strangling your neck by the other man.
“You haven’t told him the words yet? You know you exchanged your voice with this trip, so that you can tell this human everything that you need to tell him, Sungmin-ah.”
You know that the force is getting tighter on Sungmin’s neck, since he now lifted into the air, swaying as he follows the movement of the man’s hand.
You can see his beautiful eyes that always look at you with gentleness shrinks, and his fingers bends inside. You just can't bear a hurt Sungmin. Yet, there’s still nothing that you can do.
Your knees weaken, and you finally let yourself falls on the floor. In this helpless state, all that you can do is grunt to show your anger, to show your care to Sungmin, to show your will to do everything if that means he will be safe.
And Sungmin opens his eyes wide, and look at you. The doe eyes are wet.
And then the same thing happens again. The ground is shaking, like the first day you met him. Sungmin’s body emitting some enchanting lights, and finally, his wings spread open.
The two guys thrown to sides, and the force on you are loosen. Sungmin walks to you, and drop on his knees.
“An angel can't love, and can't be loved by a human. Yet my heart is so stubborn, and it never listens to anyone. It says only your name, and it is your name that rings in it all the time.”
He runs his hands to both your cheeks, and your hair, to your nose, and your chin. He only spoke a few words, yet he seems to be so tired by it.
“For every word that he speaks, it will cost his existence. That was the deal when he travelled here to meet you.” One of the men tells you, as he stands up and dusts his coat off. His dimples are showing as he smiles sympathetically at the weaken Sungmin.
You hug Sungmin tightly in your arms, and bum your nose on his spread wings, that smells so nice, just like his hair, just like his skin, just like Sungmin is.
“Then don't speak! Just don't say anything! Be by my side forever. I can bear a silent you, than losing you, Sungmin.”
He giggles, and you can feel the soft skin of his cheek brushing yours, and the warm lips that flowering your shivering one, that tries to hold your tears in so much that it becomes so hard.
Your hands crawl to his neck, pulling them closer so that the kiss will last longer. And a long kiss it is.
As soon as it ends, Sungmin stands up, yet you don’t want to let his hand go. Your eyes are brimming with tears, when Sungmin put his other hand on your head, tousles your hair, as you usually did to him, and mouthed something that sounds so sweet, yet your views turns hazy, that you can't figure out what the words are.
Or what happens after that.
***
You are still fixing the brown long coat you’re wearing when the moving stick at the top part of the alarm clock next to your bed starts to move frantically from left to right, trying it best to make the loudest ring like every other morning. You cluck your tongue, and rushes to stop the annoying ring. It’s already 8 o’clock, which you whisper to yourself, “I’m dead late.”
And as if the things around you are trying to make fun of your misery, the window that you forgot to fix the lock a few days ago flings open, defeated by the strong gush of wind, and the paperworks that you had carefully arranged last night sprawls on the floor. And all you can do right now is grunt, and bend one of your legs down, picking up the papers.
Your phone is the next thing that upsets you. You try to ignore it, yet it doesn't stop ringing, so you pick it up, says ‘hi’, and in all those extremely discomfit state of affairs, you feel a gentle breeze wrapping your body, and along with it comes a white, beautiful feather, floating, following the path of the wind, and finally falls into your open hand.
Your heart beats faster, and you ignore the phone in your hand, even though it is your boss who is shouting like crazy on the other line.
Your eyes are breaking into tears, yet you don't know why. There is a feeling of emptiness in your heart, in your mind, in your life. Your mind seems to replay a blurred memory of someone’s giggles, someone’s warmth, and someone’s kiss. And each time it tries to do that, your tears flow out more and more.
Until the breeze comes again, and wraps you again in its warmth, and this time, with a soft, gentle whisper in your ears;
'I love you, Kyuhyun.'
And everything about an angel named Sungmin who traded his life for you appears and flooding your mind, just like your tears that bursts out.
An angel who loves you, and beloved by you.
You mouthed again the name that will always be in your heart.
‘Sungmin, I love you too.’
***
“For you.”
“What?”
“I’m here, for you.”
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