[Fan-fic] Moon Thief [Chapter IV]
Title: Moon Thief [ fan-fic ]
Author: DragonMelodies
Pairing: JaeMin (main), Yoosu (much later), OT5
Rating (for chapter): pg
Length: Chaptered (4 / ?)
Warnings: newbie writer, physical abuse
Genre: Angst, Fluff, super-natural
Disclaimer: I do not own DBSK (if I did there would still be 5 members), I only own the plot.
Summery: Wings like an angel. A cursed life of suffering. That was until he came. Five lonely souls meet and set out to reach their dreams, but as always there are certain obstacles in the way. Will they make it, or will they fall out of the sky? Nothing is certain in this life.
enjoy, comments are loved ^.^
[ Chapter I ] [ Chapter II ] [ Chapter III ]
Chapter IV : Dream of Feathers
Diner over, me, Min and Izzy were sent up to figure out how to expand the sleeper chair, sofa, whatever-it-was in Min’s room. We went up the staircase again and this time got off the second landing. Turning down one hall then another, we came up to Min’s room. I had no idea what to expect behind that door but it was definitely not what I got.
Min’s room was painted a dark blue and in the right hand corner was pulled out into this circular thingy that was lined with three windows. Under the windows was a bench upholstered in a metal-ish silver and contained a number of pillows, a laptop and scattered books, everything from textbooks and notes to easy reading. The rest of the room contained an unfixed bed, a desk that was fairly clean actually. Though I would venture a guess that, although the piles of paper looked neat you would be in a bad position if you ever had to find a single specific one piece of paper in the forest on Min’s desk. The wall above the desk was all shelves with all kinds of things on them. Most of the space was taken up by books but in places you came up on random souvenirs and a couple pictures of his family. There was also a couple of chairs and a tine two seat-er couch (I forget the name now) on the other side of the room. A number of musical instruments and other music related stuff was also scattered here and there.
I was a bit surprised at first, for some reason I had expected something a little brighter from him, something that fit his fun-loving personality a bit better and also something a bit neater too. Even so, this room of the house was by far the least foreign to me, it almost seemed normal here, with the half mess, school work thrown around mixed in with other random stuff.
While I was examining the space, Min walked over to the coach and pulled the random jumble of cloths (the only cloths in plain view in the room were actually on that one coach and there weren’t that many) and pillows off it and we set to opening it. After a good five minutes of pulling, pushing and a lot of swearing at the inanimate piece of furniture we finally got it open.
With a pull in the right direction it opened up and smacked straight Min in the stomach, sending him to not all too lightly sit on the floor. I laughed, hand over mouth, at the bewildered expression on his face. He cursed the piece of furniture one last time and then glared at for it. To his dismay though his actions only made me laugh more. I extended my free hand to Min to help him up but he slapped it away and got up on his own brushing off invisible dust of his jeans.
Izzy, who had been giggling as well, then went off to get some stuff and when she came back we helped he make up the bed that I would be sleeping in for the rest of the week. Once we finished I looked over at the clock and realised just how late it was getting (I think we spent a little too much time on that pillow fight which should not be mentioned again due to its disgrace, I cannot believe I lost to a kid two years younger then me). Announcing it was much too late for her to be up, Izzy excused herself after we actually finished the work. Me and Min took our turns in the bathroom changing into PJs. I had to borrow a pair from Min, which to my dismay were about a size too big and as soon as I walked out Min burst out laughing.
I scowled at him but a moment later ended up laughing as well, you know what they say about laughter being contagious (or is just his laughter that’s contagious, I can’t tell). Once Min had calmed down enough for words he started teasing me.
“Dude, I’m two years younger than you, this is so not right. You need to eat more, maybe I should get my mom to feed you.”
“If everyone your mother feeds turn into black holes like you I think I’ll pass.”
“Hey, I may eat a lot but I’m also a good 3, 4cm taller then you.”
“That’s just gens, if anyone else ate as much as you did I think the American obesity rate would jump by 10. Not only that but the world would probably run out of food too.”
“Ya, whatever but in any case, I don’t think mom would let you leave this house without gaining at least 3 kilos.”
I laughed hand over mouth. She’s going to have to do that quickly, I’m afraid I can’t stay past the end of the week here, I thought to myself but didn’t say anything about my plans.
After that we both went to sleep. I feel asleep almost as soon as me head hit the pillow and entered a nightmare as I so frequently did.
Angels in wings of black and white waged war across my dreams. Under a stormy sky, lightning coming down, hitting anything within reach, scorching everything: the ground, the scatter of dead trees here and there, or the flying bodies making their way through the sky. The angels took no notice, they flew across the sky, gracefully, beautifully killing with inhuman speed and strength, wielding weapons both human and inhuman.
I stood on the ground bellow the fight watching as bodies dropped out of the sky one by one; their place only to be taken up by another. My bear feet were sinking into the mud, a mixture of gold angel blood, black blood that came out of the black angels, rain and body parts. A grotesque mixture that made me want to through up and cry all at the same time. It substance stained my white jeans, each stain eating through the material like acid, and I noticed a red stain spreading around where my feet should be.
I turned my head back to the sky and screamed trying to get their attention, trying to get them to stop fighting. To come to some kind of agreement, anything was better than this. I could feel every living thing within a 10 milometer radius crying. Either crying or dying. My screams were ignored though, overridden by the clang of metal on metal, the thunder of the sky and the sound of pounding wings.
I felt a rush of air against my back, it tore through my light, white shirt like a hand gripping at me. I turned and saw my father. He was a giant made up of clouds sending lightning bolts down on the white angels. One by one they screamed, beautiful sounds that were like wind chimes but much too high a pitch to be human made, and feel out of the sky. There was a light brush of something by my shoulder and I thought I heard a familiar voice cursing at me, I couldn’t tell who it was though and even if I could have I was powerless to acknowledge it as I just kept going without consent from my mind.
“Stop it! STOP IT!” I yelled at my father.
His laughter boomed through the field, a mix between thunder, amusement and hatred. I shivered in fear.
“If you’re so sad for them why don’t you come up here and make me stop? You’d fit right in. Oh but I suppose you’re too much of a coward huh? Oh well I guess I’ll just kill you on the ground then.”
I was frozen, I couldn’t so much as move my eyes away from his face. I heard that voice again but was stuck, unable to reply or find its owner. A lightning bolt came flying out of a cloud heading straight at me. I screamed waiting for the bolt to hit and end this horror.
I had a hard time falling asleep tonight. I was never one to fall asleep quickly, but for some reason tonight was worst than usual. I lay in my bed restless for hours. I check the alarm clock on my bed stand, 1:30am. Too late to still be trying to fall asleep.
Jae, lucky little camper, had fallen asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow and started to lightly snore, it was actually quite cute. A couple minutes ago I’d heard him start to become restless, I thought he might have woken. I sneaked a peak at the older boy and saw him flip over in his sleep back and forth restlessly. I wondered if he was having a nightmare. With nothing better to do (see: much worry), I got up and walked over to the sleeper sofa.
Jae was shivering, covered in sheen of sweat. There were light whimpers coming from him that I hadn’t heard from my bed. His blanket was thrown over the side of the bed, the pillow askew and his too big pyjamas were starting to ride up his chest revealing bandages and light golden skin. Whatever he was dreaming about couldn’t be good, and for some reason I had the feeling the topic of Jae’s was dream his father.
I sat down on the arm of the sofa near Jae’s head and put a hand his shoulder. I gave it a light shake, but he just turned in his sleep, and out of my reach. “You annoying bum, I’m trying to help you here don’t just role away from me,” I half cursed quietly at the sleeping form. I slid of the arm and sat down on the surface of bed/coach. I put my hand back on his shoulder and shook it harder. “Jae, Jae wake up.” Nothing, just another whimper and more struggling. “Wake Up!” I was about to push him out of the bed to see if that would help but instead I froze in place.
Jae opened his mouth in a soundless scream and then his eyes shot open. He was still shivering. He turned his head and looked up at me. His eyes were wide with fear and he looked lost, like an abandoned puppy in the rain. He propped himself up to a sitting position shakily, swaying from side to side looking sick. I don’t know why but I was overwhelmed by this protective urge and wrapped my arms around him and started rub his back.
To my surprise he didn’t pull away or even stiffen for that matter. He just fit himself into my arms, burying his face in my chest. Another surprise for me was that he didn’t cry, he just shook like a broken doll. My heart squeezed and I held him tighter, wishing I could just wipe away the fear and sadness from his face. I don’t know why I was being so compassionate towards this person but to see the proud, strong, smiling Jae break like this. To see him reduced to a whimpering, shivering mass of the person he was made my blood boil. His father should count his blessings that he was already dead because I’m not sure I would have granted him the joy of death had he still been alive.
I’m not sure how long we stayed like that, me rubbing his back and him with his face buried in my chest, sharing a bit of comforting warmth. After some time he seemed to calm down and he stuttered out a question. “M-min, what are you doing up?”
I thanked the night for hiding my blush. “Nothing, just thought you were having a nightmare and though I’d wake up.”
“T-t-thanks.”
We said nothing more and soon I felt him stop shivering completely and the rise and fall of his chest evened out against mine. I looked down a small smile escaped me. Jae was officially out for the count. He was sleeping curled up in my arms like a little angel. My heart squeezed again. I slid down the back of the sofa un curled one of my arms from around Jae and grabbed for the corner of the blanket, carefully pulling it up over the sleeping form and myself.
I decided to take one last little pleasure before I left him for my own bed and laid down with him for a moment, his head still on my chest while I lightly pressed my face to his hair breathing in its scent. I closed my eyes for a moment promising myself that this meant nothing, that in a moment I would get up and leave him. Needless to say, I did not keep that promise. As soon as I closed my eyes I was out with him still curled up to me. I have never fallen asleep that quickly and peacefully in my entire life.
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The sun’s rays penetrated the blinds of my room and landed on my face waking me. I was still half asleep and deemed myself too tired to get up quite yet. I snuggled closer to the warm object against my chest and relaxed back trying to find sleep again.
Wait… What? I don’t sleep with stuffed animals…
My eyes snapped open and I saw strands of black hair. I realised the warm object with its face buried in my chest and legs tangled with mine was actually Jae. I then remembered what had happened last night and stiffened. For a moment my mind went on a walk and wondered if it was right that a guy, not to mention a guy two years older than me, was suppose to fit this perfectly in my arms. I quickly beat that thought down with a metal pole and decided it was safer not to ask. Now back to reality…
Shit. I wasn’t supposed to fall asleep. I decided that if I got up now and sneaked over to my bed he would never have to know that I had fallen asleep snuggling next to him. I tried to extract myself from his grip. It didn’t work all that well though because as soon as I tried to move away he just cuddled closer. On my second attempt he let out a whine and mumbled.
“Stop moving, it’s too early to be up you damned alarm clock.”
“I’m not your alarm clock you weirdo. What the heck are you on?” Second mistake of the day. Should not have blurted that out. A moment later I had Jae’s face out of my chest and staring me and I began to wonder if I’d grown a second head or something. I, like the idiot I was, blushed at our proximity. I pulled away quickly and got out of the bed, turning my back to him so he couldn’t see just how red my face was.
“Sorry, I must have fallen asleep by accident.”
I heard some ruffling of cloth and assumed he’d gone to sit up. “I-i-its fine…”
“I’m gonna go take a shower now.”
Needless to say the rest of the morning was spent in some very awkward silence, only breached when communication was absolutely necessary.
And that was how my first night with Jae sleeping in my room went. I’m not sure if I can take another…
A/N: Heres the next chapter ^.^ im sorry for the wait i was kinda distracted by stuff >.> so ya, this one's quite bit shorter then the last, actually truthfully speaking this was supposed to be a part of the last chapter but since the last chapter turned out so long i decided to split the two. i hope i did an okay job at the dream it was supposed to be confusing 'cause dreams never make sense. so ya enjoy and thank you all for sticking with me ^.^
Author: DragonMelodies
Pairing: JaeMin (main), Yoosu (much later), OT5
Rating (for chapter): pg
Length: Chaptered (4 / ?)
Warnings: newbie writer, physical abuse
Genre: Angst, Fluff, super-natural
Disclaimer: I do not own DBSK (if I did there would still be 5 members), I only own the plot.
Summery: Wings like an angel. A cursed life of suffering. That was until he came. Five lonely souls meet and set out to reach their dreams, but as always there are certain obstacles in the way. Will they make it, or will they fall out of the sky? Nothing is certain in this life.
enjoy, comments are loved ^.^
[ Chapter I ] [ Chapter II ] [ Chapter III ]
Chapter IV : Dream of Feathers
Diner over, me, Min and Izzy were sent up to figure out how to expand the sleeper chair, sofa, whatever-it-was in Min’s room. We went up the staircase again and this time got off the second landing. Turning down one hall then another, we came up to Min’s room. I had no idea what to expect behind that door but it was definitely not what I got.
Min’s room was painted a dark blue and in the right hand corner was pulled out into this circular thingy that was lined with three windows. Under the windows was a bench upholstered in a metal-ish silver and contained a number of pillows, a laptop and scattered books, everything from textbooks and notes to easy reading. The rest of the room contained an unfixed bed, a desk that was fairly clean actually. Though I would venture a guess that, although the piles of paper looked neat you would be in a bad position if you ever had to find a single specific one piece of paper in the forest on Min’s desk. The wall above the desk was all shelves with all kinds of things on them. Most of the space was taken up by books but in places you came up on random souvenirs and a couple pictures of his family. There was also a couple of chairs and a tine two seat-er couch (I forget the name now) on the other side of the room. A number of musical instruments and other music related stuff was also scattered here and there.
I was a bit surprised at first, for some reason I had expected something a little brighter from him, something that fit his fun-loving personality a bit better and also something a bit neater too. Even so, this room of the house was by far the least foreign to me, it almost seemed normal here, with the half mess, school work thrown around mixed in with other random stuff.
While I was examining the space, Min walked over to the coach and pulled the random jumble of cloths (the only cloths in plain view in the room were actually on that one coach and there weren’t that many) and pillows off it and we set to opening it. After a good five minutes of pulling, pushing and a lot of swearing at the inanimate piece of furniture we finally got it open.
With a pull in the right direction it opened up and smacked straight Min in the stomach, sending him to not all too lightly sit on the floor. I laughed, hand over mouth, at the bewildered expression on his face. He cursed the piece of furniture one last time and then glared at for it. To his dismay though his actions only made me laugh more. I extended my free hand to Min to help him up but he slapped it away and got up on his own brushing off invisible dust of his jeans.
Izzy, who had been giggling as well, then went off to get some stuff and when she came back we helped he make up the bed that I would be sleeping in for the rest of the week. Once we finished I looked over at the clock and realised just how late it was getting (I think we spent a little too much time on that pillow fight which should not be mentioned again due to its disgrace, I cannot believe I lost to a kid two years younger then me). Announcing it was much too late for her to be up, Izzy excused herself after we actually finished the work. Me and Min took our turns in the bathroom changing into PJs. I had to borrow a pair from Min, which to my dismay were about a size too big and as soon as I walked out Min burst out laughing.
I scowled at him but a moment later ended up laughing as well, you know what they say about laughter being contagious (or is just his laughter that’s contagious, I can’t tell). Once Min had calmed down enough for words he started teasing me.
“Dude, I’m two years younger than you, this is so not right. You need to eat more, maybe I should get my mom to feed you.”
“If everyone your mother feeds turn into black holes like you I think I’ll pass.”
“Hey, I may eat a lot but I’m also a good 3, 4cm taller then you.”
“That’s just gens, if anyone else ate as much as you did I think the American obesity rate would jump by 10. Not only that but the world would probably run out of food too.”
“Ya, whatever but in any case, I don’t think mom would let you leave this house without gaining at least 3 kilos.”
I laughed hand over mouth. She’s going to have to do that quickly, I’m afraid I can’t stay past the end of the week here, I thought to myself but didn’t say anything about my plans.
After that we both went to sleep. I feel asleep almost as soon as me head hit the pillow and entered a nightmare as I so frequently did.
Angels in wings of black and white waged war across my dreams. Under a stormy sky, lightning coming down, hitting anything within reach, scorching everything: the ground, the scatter of dead trees here and there, or the flying bodies making their way through the sky. The angels took no notice, they flew across the sky, gracefully, beautifully killing with inhuman speed and strength, wielding weapons both human and inhuman.
I stood on the ground bellow the fight watching as bodies dropped out of the sky one by one; their place only to be taken up by another. My bear feet were sinking into the mud, a mixture of gold angel blood, black blood that came out of the black angels, rain and body parts. A grotesque mixture that made me want to through up and cry all at the same time. It substance stained my white jeans, each stain eating through the material like acid, and I noticed a red stain spreading around where my feet should be.
I turned my head back to the sky and screamed trying to get their attention, trying to get them to stop fighting. To come to some kind of agreement, anything was better than this. I could feel every living thing within a 10 milometer radius crying. Either crying or dying. My screams were ignored though, overridden by the clang of metal on metal, the thunder of the sky and the sound of pounding wings.
I felt a rush of air against my back, it tore through my light, white shirt like a hand gripping at me. I turned and saw my father. He was a giant made up of clouds sending lightning bolts down on the white angels. One by one they screamed, beautiful sounds that were like wind chimes but much too high a pitch to be human made, and feel out of the sky. There was a light brush of something by my shoulder and I thought I heard a familiar voice cursing at me, I couldn’t tell who it was though and even if I could have I was powerless to acknowledge it as I just kept going without consent from my mind.
“Stop it! STOP IT!” I yelled at my father.
His laughter boomed through the field, a mix between thunder, amusement and hatred. I shivered in fear.
“If you’re so sad for them why don’t you come up here and make me stop? You’d fit right in. Oh but I suppose you’re too much of a coward huh? Oh well I guess I’ll just kill you on the ground then.”
I was frozen, I couldn’t so much as move my eyes away from his face. I heard that voice again but was stuck, unable to reply or find its owner. A lightning bolt came flying out of a cloud heading straight at me. I screamed waiting for the bolt to hit and end this horror.
I had a hard time falling asleep tonight. I was never one to fall asleep quickly, but for some reason tonight was worst than usual. I lay in my bed restless for hours. I check the alarm clock on my bed stand, 1:30am. Too late to still be trying to fall asleep.
Jae, lucky little camper, had fallen asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow and started to lightly snore, it was actually quite cute. A couple minutes ago I’d heard him start to become restless, I thought he might have woken. I sneaked a peak at the older boy and saw him flip over in his sleep back and forth restlessly. I wondered if he was having a nightmare. With nothing better to do (see: much worry), I got up and walked over to the sleeper sofa.
Jae was shivering, covered in sheen of sweat. There were light whimpers coming from him that I hadn’t heard from my bed. His blanket was thrown over the side of the bed, the pillow askew and his too big pyjamas were starting to ride up his chest revealing bandages and light golden skin. Whatever he was dreaming about couldn’t be good, and for some reason I had the feeling the topic of Jae’s was dream his father.
I sat down on the arm of the sofa near Jae’s head and put a hand his shoulder. I gave it a light shake, but he just turned in his sleep, and out of my reach. “You annoying bum, I’m trying to help you here don’t just role away from me,” I half cursed quietly at the sleeping form. I slid of the arm and sat down on the surface of bed/coach. I put my hand back on his shoulder and shook it harder. “Jae, Jae wake up.” Nothing, just another whimper and more struggling. “Wake Up!” I was about to push him out of the bed to see if that would help but instead I froze in place.
Jae opened his mouth in a soundless scream and then his eyes shot open. He was still shivering. He turned his head and looked up at me. His eyes were wide with fear and he looked lost, like an abandoned puppy in the rain. He propped himself up to a sitting position shakily, swaying from side to side looking sick. I don’t know why but I was overwhelmed by this protective urge and wrapped my arms around him and started rub his back.
To my surprise he didn’t pull away or even stiffen for that matter. He just fit himself into my arms, burying his face in my chest. Another surprise for me was that he didn’t cry, he just shook like a broken doll. My heart squeezed and I held him tighter, wishing I could just wipe away the fear and sadness from his face. I don’t know why I was being so compassionate towards this person but to see the proud, strong, smiling Jae break like this. To see him reduced to a whimpering, shivering mass of the person he was made my blood boil. His father should count his blessings that he was already dead because I’m not sure I would have granted him the joy of death had he still been alive.
I’m not sure how long we stayed like that, me rubbing his back and him with his face buried in my chest, sharing a bit of comforting warmth. After some time he seemed to calm down and he stuttered out a question. “M-min, what are you doing up?”
I thanked the night for hiding my blush. “Nothing, just thought you were having a nightmare and though I’d wake up.”
“T-t-thanks.”
We said nothing more and soon I felt him stop shivering completely and the rise and fall of his chest evened out against mine. I looked down a small smile escaped me. Jae was officially out for the count. He was sleeping curled up in my arms like a little angel. My heart squeezed again. I slid down the back of the sofa un curled one of my arms from around Jae and grabbed for the corner of the blanket, carefully pulling it up over the sleeping form and myself.
I decided to take one last little pleasure before I left him for my own bed and laid down with him for a moment, his head still on my chest while I lightly pressed my face to his hair breathing in its scent. I closed my eyes for a moment promising myself that this meant nothing, that in a moment I would get up and leave him. Needless to say, I did not keep that promise. As soon as I closed my eyes I was out with him still curled up to me. I have never fallen asleep that quickly and peacefully in my entire life.
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The sun’s rays penetrated the blinds of my room and landed on my face waking me. I was still half asleep and deemed myself too tired to get up quite yet. I snuggled closer to the warm object against my chest and relaxed back trying to find sleep again.
Wait… What? I don’t sleep with stuffed animals…
My eyes snapped open and I saw strands of black hair. I realised the warm object with its face buried in my chest and legs tangled with mine was actually Jae. I then remembered what had happened last night and stiffened. For a moment my mind went on a walk and wondered if it was right that a guy, not to mention a guy two years older than me, was suppose to fit this perfectly in my arms. I quickly beat that thought down with a metal pole and decided it was safer not to ask. Now back to reality…
Shit. I wasn’t supposed to fall asleep. I decided that if I got up now and sneaked over to my bed he would never have to know that I had fallen asleep snuggling next to him. I tried to extract myself from his grip. It didn’t work all that well though because as soon as I tried to move away he just cuddled closer. On my second attempt he let out a whine and mumbled.
“Stop moving, it’s too early to be up you damned alarm clock.”
“I’m not your alarm clock you weirdo. What the heck are you on?” Second mistake of the day. Should not have blurted that out. A moment later I had Jae’s face out of my chest and staring me and I began to wonder if I’d grown a second head or something. I, like the idiot I was, blushed at our proximity. I pulled away quickly and got out of the bed, turning my back to him so he couldn’t see just how red my face was.
“Sorry, I must have fallen asleep by accident.”
I heard some ruffling of cloth and assumed he’d gone to sit up. “I-i-its fine…”
“I’m gonna go take a shower now.”
Needless to say the rest of the morning was spent in some very awkward silence, only breached when communication was absolutely necessary.
And that was how my first night with Jae sleeping in my room went. I’m not sure if I can take another…
A/N: Heres the next chapter ^.^ im sorry for the wait i was kinda distracted by stuff >.> so ya, this one's quite bit shorter then the last, actually truthfully speaking this was supposed to be a part of the last chapter but since the last chapter turned out so long i decided to split the two. i hope i did an okay job at the dream it was supposed to be confusing 'cause dreams never make sense. so ya enjoy and thank you all for sticking with me ^.^