(Springtempo) Fall into your Sunlight (prologue/?)
Author: fade_in2_dreams
Title: Fall Into Your Sunlight
Fandom: 21Bang (2NE1 & Big Bang)
Characters: Park Bom, T.O.P, Ayumi Hamasaki ft 2NE1 and Big Bang
Pairings: Springtempo/Alien Couple
Rating: PG (but it might go up in the future)
Multi-chapter fic: prologue/?
Summary: "The memory comes unbidden, a vivid fragment of her human life overwhelming every one of her senses- for angels cannot dream, only remember."
An Angel is given 52 days to find her new human charge's soul mate; but while searching for the impossible, dealing with a less-than-willing charge and her new-found human emotions and past memories, she'll discover that the past oftentimes slips through the cracks of time and into the future, bringing people together in the most peculiar of ways. -Because what's meant to be will always find a way- especially when it comes to love. (for more details visit the AFF page)
Cross-posted at: Asianfanfics & 2ne1_fiction
A/N:
PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE CONTINUING!!!
This fanfic was inspired and a little bit based on the incredible and amazing fanmade trailer "Within 40 Days" by the very talented DBLTwins@YT. (They're the same girls that brought you the Soeulmates Moirai mini drama, if that helps you). I wrote to them about this fic and I have RECEIVED THEIR PERMISSION to use their work as my base but the plotline, characters, and overall details of the story are my own. If you watched the trailer you can expect this fic to be similar, but never the same, so please don't read ahead thinking you've seen everything by watching the trailer.
Disclaimer: TOP and Bom and their own persons, I'm only a fangirl playing in the big fandom sandbox. I AM JUST A FANGIRL, OK? I own nothing but this fan fiction and no money is been made, etc. All artwork by me, please do not take any pictures out of this page without asking, thank you!
Fall into your Sunlight
I’d like to leave a memory of me
I’d like to leave an echo
Whispering softly down
~❖~
00 | Prologue:
Winter Bones
Seoul, South Korea. January 10, 2008.
He can’t remember when the rain ended and the snow began, but it’s the unforgiving January cold that brings him back into himself. The world welcomes him with blinding whites and piercing silences; empty spaces now filled with heavy virgin snow still falling from an endless colorless sky. He takes a deep breath to steady himself; the crisp morning air spreading through his chest, burning his lungs. It feels as if he were a drowning man finally reaching the surface; a dreamer finally joining the waking world. Time had stopped for him; it had ceased to exist the moment his mother took her last breath. And yet time seemed to be in motion once again, and this time he had no choice but to follow.
God, he was cold-he was so cold. His joints ached and he could no longer feel his limbs; the throbbing pain of his wounded right hand becoming more unbearable by the second. Clumsy, shaking fingers fumble with his coat zipper in an attempt to keep warm but it’s useless; he’s shivering, soaked to the bone, his clothes and hair sticking to him like a second skin.
Dark, tired eyes take in his surroundings and he’s not surprised to find himself standing alone; the memorial service ending several hours before. The once bare cemetery is now a white flurry of snow, hiding the freshly turned earth at his feet as if reality could be hidden just as easily. The words forever engraved in the headstone that marks his mother’s final resting place are few but meaningful:
Choi Hye Kyo
Of tender heart and generous spirit,
Beloved mother and friend
~❖~
For a second, he allows himself to believe that he dreamt it all; a nightmare conjured from his deepest, darkest fears. For as long as he could remember it had always been just his mother and him -how could he live without her now? He’s only nineteen, a child still in many ways. He doesn’t want to be abandoned and be left behind to fend for himself; he doesn’t want to be alone. The tears he’s been holding in since last night threaten to overpower him but he stubbornly pushes them back refusing to let them out, biting his bottom lip until he tastes blood. His mother’s death left nothing behind but pain, emptiness, and a void in his heart that he knew would never mend. He closes his eyes again, retreating to the deepest part of his self in desperation to escape, detaching himself from the gravity and reality of death. Only the harsh cold remained, his heart growing hard as the memory of all warmth fled from him, winter seeping into his bones.
God, why didn’t you answer my prayers?
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Present day, South Korea.
The memory comes unbidden, a vivid fragment of her human life overwhelming every one of her senses- for angels cannot dream, only remember. It wasn’t natural, unheard of even, for an angel of any station to remember their past and that above all frightens her. Yet her soul cries out in recognition at the sudden flood of images invading her mind; but it’s the strong wave of human emotions that come with the memory that leaves her shaken to the core.
[Boston, Massachusetts, United States. January 10, 2008.]
It was snowing the day she died.
She remembers thick snowflakes falling freely, almost playfully, as she watched from the passenger window of her mother’s car trying to concentrate on anything but the excruciating pain that ripped through her chest. Breathing becomes more difficult by the minute and the last thing she recalls before fainting are the beautiful snowflakes freefalling down.
When her eyes open again she’s being rushed through hospital hallways with a breathing mask around her mouth and an IV stuck to her wrist; the burning pain in her chest even stronger than before. Lights flashed by in a rush-color and sound merged together until there’s nothing but a soft humming in her ear. Then suddenly, she heard her name, barely a whisper, spoken so tenderly and softly that she thought it was just her imagination. All the pain in her broken body abruptly subsides at the sound and it’s in that very moment that she finally understood; it was already too late for her.
She was dying.
She felt her heartbeat decreasing little by little while her vision faded just as slowly. It occurred to her then that even though she wasn’t afraid of death, she didn’t want to go, not yet. She was only twenty-two years old-there were far too many things she still had to accomplish; far too many dreams and plans already set in motion that were finally becoming a reality for her to die now. She was so close! How could everything be over so quickly before it could’ve even begun?! Then again perhaps when your time came, such things never did matter; no one can escape their fate, no matter how much they wanted to.
Her heavy lids began to close and she felt herself slipping away, like a child lulled into a very deep and peaceful sleep, and just before she completely let go a single thought echoed inside her heart:
“God, why didn’t you answer my prayers?”
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Soft snow falls gently on the old fishing town she had come to call her sanctuary, the only place where she could easily rest her wings and enjoy the quiet simplicity of life by the sea. She sat on the edge of her favorite weathered dock with her feet dangling down, white wings extended and relaxed. The reflection of the town lights dancing across the water always managed to soothe her, but not tonight. At a distance, she could see the lonely grave marker she had come to think of as her own, standing tall against the evening tide, and for the very first time she wonders about the place her remains were truly resting at.
There’s a quiet storm brewing inside her and that scares her. The arrays of emotions taking a hold of her are as alien to her as the concept of peace is to men. Angels are simple creatures, they are never emotionally compromised and they most certainly do not remember their human life before death. She is a Guardian Angel of Heaven-what exactly is happening to her?
“I knew I would find you here,” The gentle voice behind her is as familiar to her as the wind beneath her wings when she flew. It was the very same voice that had called her name so long ago at her deathbed.
“Although I must admit, I still do not understand your strange fascination with this place; it smells like fish half of the time.” The last part is said with a hint of amusement and the young guardian can’t help but smile, her distress momentarily forgotten.
“Ayumi-sama!,” she greets her superior, giving her another bright smile before folding her wings and bowing deep in respect towards the beautiful Archangel, making her smile in return.
“Marcus tells me your charge has passed on and that you are in need of new orders, so here I am,” the brunette archangel tells her, gracefully expanding her wings one last time before delicately folding them behind her. “I have a new job and a new charge for you, but I am afraid neither will be easily dealt with. Are you up to the challenge, Bom-ah?”
The angel in question nods eagerly in response, her long brown locks bouncing up and down. Ayumi laughs again, looking at her charge with affectionate eyes, placing a small hand on the young angel’s shoulder in reassurance, “You are a good child, Bom-ah. You will do well, I have faith in you.”
“You will not have much time to complete your task but you will be allowed to return to your human form, something not all of us get to do during our servitude,” Ayumi continued, taking the now wide-eyed young angel by surprise; she quickly recovers, bowing once more before her superior.
“You have 52 days to find your new charge’s soul mate, on top of the usual guarding, of course. On the dawn of the 52nd day you are to meet me back here, ready for departure. Do you understand your orders?” the Archangel finished her instructions, her sharp, dark violet eyes boring into
“Yes, milady-it will be done as you’ve commanded. Please tell me the name of my new charge and I will be on my way.” Bom answered, placing her hands on her abdomen and bowing low one last time.
“His name is Choi Seung Hyun and you will find him right here in Korea, in Seoul to be precise. Your countdown begins at midnight, good luck and…do take care of yourself my child, I’ll be waiting.”
And before another word is spoken the beautiful archangel spreads her magnificent wings in a single, fluid motion, disappearing into thin air, leaving a very perplexed guardian angel in her wake.
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