Love is not an option
Title: Love is not an option
Pairing: JaeMin
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Dark. Dark dark, dark dark dark dark, dark. And character death.
Summary: For the son of Death and the Sun's child, love is not an option.
Jae Joong appeared out of mist, forming from smoke, the newborn sucking the life out of his mother's body. She was only a human. It didn't matter.
The boy was not held in anybody's arms. He was silent, for he had no reason to be like other newborns. Because he was anything but human.
In a space of weeks, he grew years older. His face was ice cold, his ice as dark as his hair. He was beautiful, this was obvious, but he was cruel. He had no heart. He didn't need one.
For Death was his father, and Death's son he would remain.
On the human world, in a country called Korea, in a city called Seoul, a boy is born on a day where the sun is high and shining proudly.
He had tanned skin and brown hair and he doesn't look Korean but it doesn't matter, because in a few years this child will be beautiful, not in the way that some people are but beautiful in the way you would expect in mythology, like Thor or Zeus.
Like every human newborn, he cries and he has a nice voice, one that will get even nicer with age, one that will be able to reach notes that soar above the sky.
He is beautiful and wonderful and perfect, and his parents just can't stop smiling, they're so damn happy.
But as he gets older, despite his nice voice and his amazing looks, his body doesn't seem to enjoy him, to enjoy this life and it breaks down, takes the rest of him with it.
And that's how these two met. On the deathbed of Shim Changmin, Seoul, Korea.
Jae Joong watched with uncaring eyes as a grief torn family surrounded a hospital bed, and the figure lying in it.
A tall man stood, looking down at his son. His heart was breaking- because all he had ever wanted was a happy and healthy family.
Two girls with almost identical features stood at the end of the bed, their hands tightly held together. They looked down at their older brother, the one that had taken care of them, the one that had teased them and joked around but still held them through their tears. They hadn't said that they loved him enough, and this was the result.
Worst was the mother. She was clutching her son's head, cradling it gently as tears rolled down her cheeks. She and her son could have been twins, they looked so similar. They had always been close, even closer when he admitted his preference to guys, both romantically and sexually.
The boy on the bed was sixteen. He had long brown hair that curled and ended at his shoulders. He had very full lips, and beautiful brown eyes.
His skin was tanned, but it clung to his high cheek bones. He had muscles, but that didn't change his disturbingly thin frame.
His eyes were slightly open, but they were glassy. He knew what was going on, but he was in so much pain that his brain couldn't really process it.
And then the boy locked gazes with Jae Joong. Jae Joong's eyes widened, as he felt his non-existent heart beat speed up.
He couldn't take this boy's life. This boy..... this boy could see him. This boy was reaching for him. Jae Joong.... Jae Joong couldn't kill him.
So he gave his heart the energy it needed. He forever locked it with the realm of death but it would keep the boy alive, when nothing else could.
The boy let out a scream, and a doctor ran over, hearing the erratic heart on the monitor. They pumped his body full of morphine, the boy's eyes falling shut.
The heart monitor's beeping became steady, it became strong. The boy's breathing became regular, and his fever broke.
The family believed they had just witnessed a miracle, but they didn't know how agonizing each moment in the realm of the living would be for the boy. How much medication he would need just to keep moving.
Jae Joong could see the boy's name. After all, he had just taken and given something from the boy. The things that had kept him normal, and human.
Jae Joong found he didn't care. Because he, the son of Death, was in love with a young boy by the name of Shim Changmin. A child that could have been the child of the Sun.
For them, love was not an option.
Jae Joong kept a watchful eye over Changmin. Made sure that the boy always took his medication. Because he wanted the boy to be in as little pain as possible.
He follows the boy as he returns to school. He learns that Changmin is a genius, years above his age level, nearing graduation of high school when he should only be in his second year. And that the only reason he isn't even further then that is because illness kept him away from school to earn important credits.
He also learned something. Changmin was in love. And not with him. With the class president, Jung Yunho.
The man was tall, almost as tall as Changmin, with extremely straight teeth that definitely weren't natural, short brown hair and a face that strongly resembled a chipmunk.
Changmin loved the rooftop. Apparently, it was the place he and Yunho had shared their first kiss. The place they had first confessed their love.
Changmin would go to the rooftop every day, even when it rained. He would stand there, and talk to nothing. He would talk to Jae Joong.
“Why did you save me?” Changmin once asked, turning to Jae Joong and looking into his eyes. Jae Joong said calmly that Changmin was good looking. And that he had a good soul. And that he would keep Changmin forever.
Changmin smiled, one of his eyes shrinking, and he grabbed Jae Joong's arms He forced the arms around his body, making it so that Jae Joong was embracing him.
“To me you are warm... and I can hear your heart beating. We are both alive. There is no such thing as death here.”
Jae Joong wants to kiss him. He wants to kiss him and ruin that innocence that is radiating from the boy, because no one can be truly innocent.
Jae Joong had never been alive. And Changmin was permanently linked with the realm of the dead. Death was prominent in their lives. It always had been, always will be.
Changmin could believe that Jae Joong was truly a kind person. But Jae Joong knew that once he took Changmin's life, the boy would cry for his precious Yunho and Jae Joong would only laugh.
“Changmin-ah!” Changmin turned around and saw Yunho burst through the door to the stairwell, panting heavily.
“What are you doing here? It's so cold!” Yunho exclaimed.
“Ah... hyung.... I'm alright, honestly....” Changmin said, but Yunho wrapped him in a tight embrace, which Changmin returned, resting his head on Yunho's shoulder.
Jae Joong felt hatred well up inside of him. Changmin was to love him, and him only. What did this Yunho guy have? Why should they be happy....?
Changmin let out a scream, clutching his chest as he doubled over, falling to his knees. Yunho immediately flipped open his phone and called an ambulance.
Yunho rubbed his hand up and down Changmin's back, soothing the boy as much as he could. Changmin was whimpering pathetically, but Jae Joong knew the pain the boy was feeling.
It would have been similar to having superman punch you in the chest with a concrete slab and then ripping your heart out with his bare hands.
Changmin looked into Jae Joong's eyes.
Make it stop.... it hurts......
I know it does. I saved your life, and now I will take it away.
Changmins let tears roll down his cheeks.
I.... I'm sorry.... for being so blind.......
When the ambulance arrived, Changmin had lost consciousness. Blood was falling from the boy's lips, trickling down his chin.
In the back of his mind, Jae Joong saw Changmin appearing in the place of nothingness that Jae Joong was forcing him too.
Dressed in pure white, with tears in his eyes, black shackles encircled his wrists and ankles, chaining him to the grey wall.
Jae Joong refused to let Yunho and Changmin be together in the afterlife. They got the real world. Jae Joong was the prince of the world of the dead.
Changmin was his here, in his truest form.
I'm sorry.....
Then I'll make you repent for eternity.
Changmin died before they reached the hospital, and his spirit form became complete. The soul fell to the ground, his arms straining above him.
Jae Joong was the son of Death, and Changmin could well have been the Sun's child. For them, happiness was not an option.
Love was not an option.
A/N: Yeah, I know I've used the Jae Joong/death thing but he FITS IT TOO WELL!!!!