Misguided Angel 5/??
Title: Misguided Angel 5/??
Author: giveitupjessica
Rating: PG-NC-17 (depending on the chapter)
Pairings: 2min, jongkey, kangteuk, minkhun
Genre: AU (kind of), romance, fantasy
Summary: I shouldn't be falling for him like this. I've never fallen for anyone but the one I have been bound to since I was created. So why am I suddenly doing whatever I can to protect him, to make sure no harm every comes his way. I shouldn't be by his side like this. I shouldn't be holding him in my arms as he sleeps. But the fire that I feel when our skin touches is something I've never experienced before. What does this all mean? I know I'm only putting him in more danger by staying with him, but for some reason I can't leave him. I can't just walk away from him. I want to mark him as mine. I need to mark him as mine.
A/N: Sorry I didn't post this last night. I was more tired than I thought. I ended up going to bed rather early for me at least. Anyways, I updated the cast list again. Revealed a new character. kekeke. Although I'm not sure if it will be a surprise to you. Sorry if the chapter is kind of a fail. Not very much Angel stuff going on in this one. I'm hoping to add Kangin in the next chapter, but then again I'm not sure how to reveal him. I do have two more angels left to reveal. Another bonded couple. So I need to figure out to add them in as well. Then all the angels will have been introduced. I'm sorry that it's confusing since I use both their angel and regular names. Hopefully it gets easier as the story progresses. This is getting long. PLEASE ENJOY AND COMMENT! I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU COMMENT AND I'LL TRY TO UPDATE AGAIN TONIGHT IF YOU DO! ;)
CHAPTER FIVE
I’m not sure what exactly is happening. I was in kind of a daze. Metraton had come to me again, but was gone before we could really speak. The feel of someone wrapping an arm around me had caused me to fall back down to reality. However, as I turned and looked at the culprit, still dazed, I found I didn’t quite mind the interruption. And then when I felt his lips against mine, I was thankful for the interruption altogether. It wasn’t the first time he has done this and I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be the last either.
His lips are soft and seem to fit with mine perfectly. I love this feeling. I silently apologize to Metraton as I wrap my arms around Jonghyun’s neck and bring his face closer to mine. For some reason I needed every part of our bodies touching each other. I revel in the jolts of electricity that were pulsing through my body whenever our skin would smash together almost becoming one. This feeling was amazing.
I feel his hands start to move down my waist. They slip under my shirt and begin to explore my stomach and chest. I moan when they find my nipples and give them a gentle tweak, “Jonghyun.”
“You like that baby?” he asks as he does it again and this time I just inhale a sharp intake of breath.
“Jonghyun,” I say again, trying to open my eyes.
“Yeah baby?” his hands are back on my stomach, ghosting over the flesh right above the hem of my pajama pants. His fingers start to trace along the edge, sending shivers down my spine.
“St-stop,” I manage to breathe out.
“You want me to stop?” he asks rather smugly, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, we shouldn’t be doing this,” I tell him.
“That’s what you say every time this happens,” even though I can’t see his face, I know he’s smirking. I can hear it in his voice.
“Are you drunk?”
“Love drunk.”
“Ugh, you’re totally drunk. Get off of me,” I try to push him off, but he just leans into me more.
“I’m not drunk, smell my breath,” he breathes in my face and I’m kind of grossed out by it. I don’t want to inhale, but I can’t hold my breath forever and he keeps blowing air in my face. Eventually, I breathe it in and there’s no trace of alcohol in it whatsoever. I can faintly smell what we ate for dinner and spearmint, no doubt from when he brushed his teeth before going to his schedule. He wasn’t drunk after all.
“You’re not drunk,” I say.
“I am though. I’m love drunk,” he starts to kiss my neck again and I feel my eyes closing on their own again. I’ve seriously never felt this way about anyone except Metraton. I’ve never feel this pull towards a person in centuries. And with Jonghyun, it was different. It was a more needy and frantic pull. Like we shouldn’t be doing this. Well of course we shouldn’t be doing this, we were bandmates. This kind of thing was strictly forbidden. An unwritten clause when we signed out contracts. Jonghyun didn’t seem to care though, he was always the one to initiate these late night trysts.
His hands are back at my stomach again. This time I feel them grab hold of the hem of my shirt. They slowly start to work the material up my body. His hands faintly, sliding over my skin and my body shivers at the touch. It’s a matter of seconds before my shirt is being lifted over my head and discarded over the side of the bed. He starts to trail kisses from my neck to my chest. Making sure to suck on the spot where he bit me earlier, there was definitely going to be a hickey there in the morning. I just hope this time it was in a place could easily be covered up.
“Jjongie,” I moan as I feel his lips close over one of my nipples. I can feel him smiling against me, “You’re such a fucking tease.”
“You love it. Besides what’s the fun of just giving someone whatever they want. I want them to beg for it. I want them to get desperate,” he’s moved again. I’m beginning to think he was currently going through a sugar rush. He was all over the place, “It’s a lot more fun that way Kibummie. Don’t you think?”
“Hm,” I reply.
“So tell me Bummie,” he says, his index finger drawing lazy circles around the nipple he just violated, “What do you want?”
“I want you to quit being a fucking tease.”
“What else?”
“That’s about it.”
“Is it?”
“Uh huh.”
“What about this?” he kisses my lips, “Do you want this?”
“Eh, I guess,” I know what game he’s trying to play with me. I wasn’t going to lose this time.
“You guess?”
“Yeah.”
“Hm,” he says. I know he’s thinking about what to do next to ensure his victory. But it wasn’t going to happen. Not this time. I was prepared to win this time.
I take this moment to lean my head up to his ear and I begin to nibble on it, “Why don’t you tell me what you want?”
“What I want?” he says and I feel his breathing get shallow.
“Yeah, what do you want? I’ll see if I can give it to you.”
He grabs my shoulders and pushes me down onto the mattress. I smirk at him as he keeps me against the bed, “I want you. Every single inch of you.”
“That could be arranged.”
“Make it happen.”
“Only if you’re a good little boy.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means, get the fuck off of me.”
“What?”
“It’s sleepy time,” I pat his cheek and start to wiggle a little to free myself from his arms.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“Nope. I’m tired, now get off so I can go back to sleep.”
“Are you sure about that Kibummie?” he asks and I know he’s trying to get the train back on it’s tracks, but it wasn’t going to happen. Not tonight. His hands leave my shoulders and there aren’t any teasing touches this time around. He just goes straight in for the kill. His hand finds my crotch and starts to palm it, “It seems like the little key doesn’t want to go to sleep yet.”
“The little key doesn’t dictate what I do. Big Key does, and Big Key says it’s sleepy time,” I grab his hand and yank it off my crotch even though I wanted nothing more than for him to continue what he was doing.
“But Kibummie,” I hear the pout in his voice, look who the desperate one is now.
“Jjongie, we have a long day tomorrow. We need to go to sleep. We had our little fun, now it’s time to go to bed. So get off of me already.”
“Are you kicking me out?”
“No, I just want you to get off of me. We can still cuddle.”
“I’d rather spoon.”
“Cuddle, spoon. Same difference.”
“But you know what they say right?”
“Say about what?”
“About spooning.”
“What do they say?”
He gets off of me and I flip over to lay on my side. He snuggles up to my back and rests an arm on my waist. His head is resting on my shoulder, breath tickling my ear and neck, “Spooning always leads to forking.”
*~*
I woke up and wasn’t surprised that I was alone. I feel behind me, it was still warm. He must have just left and he couldn’t even wake me up. I can’t help the disappointment that fills me. Why does it always feel like he’s constantly breaking promises to me? I really should stop believing anything he says to me, they’re all lies anyways. I feel a familiar sting in my eyes and I know I’m seconds away from crying, but I do my best to keep those fateful tears at bay. Who cries right when they wake up? I’m not a baby anymore. I’m a man.
I hear the door to the room open and quickly shut my eyes again. I wiggle a little deeper into the covers and listen as footsteps start to make their way into the room. I’m guessing it’s just Jonghyun. Did he even sleep here last night? I don’t remember hearing him come back from his schedule. Was he only now coming back? What time was it anyways?
My thoughts are interrupted when I feel the blankets being lifted up and a rush of cold air hits my body. I shiver involuntarily and squeeze my eyes even tighter. But as soon as the cold air came, it’s gone, quickly replaced by a warm body behind me. He curls up to my back and rests a hand on my waist. I move back a little to get more warmth and he seems to understand because the arm on my waist tightens and I’m pulled back, body now flush to his.
“Go back to sleep Taemin-ah,” his voice seems to be lower, probably because he just woke up.
“Hm,” I answer, “You’re so warm hyung.”
“Are you that cold?”
“Hm. Where did you go?”
“Bathroom.”
“What time is it?”
“Just after 4 in the morning.”
“Hm.”
“Go back to sleep.”
“Okay. Don’t leave okay?”
“I won’t.”
I drift back to sleep faster than I thought I would. The sound of Minho’s voice was soothing and almost like a lullaby to me. His arms around me like a safety blanket. I’ve never felt so at ease in my life. I don’t fight when sleep takes over my body, I welcome it with open arms. I was rather tired.
My dream seems to pick off from where it left off earlier tonight. Strange, did that happen often with dreams? I mean I heard that you tend to dream about what it was that you were last thinking about before you fell asleep. If that was the case then I should be dreaming about Minho. I shouldn’t be having this weird dream again and it seems like whenever I have this dream, it always picks up right where it left off before. Even though I’m sleep I can feel the cut on my arm burning. I don’t wake up though. I stay asleep and let my dream happen.
“Semyaza!” I hear someone yell from behind me, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I shout back as I mercilessly drive my sword into the person who just sliced my arm, “Don’t worry about me.”
“Okay,” I hear footsteps running towards me and I turn to face them. I as never one to run away, I wouldn’t be a leader in this war if I did. I like to face things head on and it looks like I will be facing a small group of ten head on. I smirk, I always love challenges.
“Semyaza!” I hear a different voice yell to me and footsteps coming from behind me. I don’t turn around instead I raise my sword ready to strike at the perfect moment. Even though I probably had more skill in one of my hands than all of them combined, I was still outnumbered and the battle had just begun. I needed to pace myself.
It’s a matter of seconds before the group of ten is surrounding me. We start to dance this weird tango around each other. None of them making a move to step forward. They must know that they don’t have a chance against me. Smart kids, now if only one of them will just move so we can get this over with. I had better things to do, better people to be fighting against. They were mere rookies, not worth my time, but my sword seemed to long for their blood.
Finally one of them grows balls and lungs forward. He doesn’t make it to his second step before my sword is piercing through his chest. Cutting through his body like it was butter. I withdraw my sword and his body falls lifelessly to the ground.
“Come on, we don’t have all day,” I say, “Why not make it easier on us all? Just line up and wait for your fate. We all know that I’m going to win this. No need to suffer more than you should,” I bring my sword up to my face and smear the blood of the angel I just killed on the blade with my finger.
“Cocky bastard!” I hear one of them yell and he’s running at me. I let him get a little further than the last guy, I wanted to have a little fun. I amuse him by actually engaging in a little bit of a sword fight with him, but I quickly get bored and finish the job. The sound of my sword slipping into his body before I yank it out is one of my favorite sounds.
I must have been too caught up in killing him that I don’t notice that another one was sneaking up behind me. I only know of his presence when I hear a horrible shriek of pain coming from behind me. I turn around and there is Abaddon, his sword protruding from the angel’s chest, a smirk on his face.
“You owe me,” he says to me.
“I owe no one nothing,” I answer.
“Perhaps I should have just let him kill you then.”
“Like that would happen.”
“Let’s just get this over with, the other’s are waiting rather impatiently now.”
“Whatever. You take care of them, I’m bored,” I wave my hand to the decreasing crowd behind me and walk away.
“You’re such a lazy ass. I wonder how you can be a leader.”
“Whatever, just do as you’re told Abaddon,” I perch on a fallen column as he finally retracts his sword from the body. I always enjoyed watching Abaddon kill, he was even more ruthless than I was, truly living up to his name. Even though he was rather large, larger than me, he moved with such grace and ease. He made killing a performance that even the muses themselves would kill to watch, no pun intended. The bodies seem to fall just as graceful as the person who caused their death.
I clap my hands once the last angel falls and he looks up at me, “It’s always entertaining to watch you kill Abaddon. And when you’re with Azrael, it’s even better.”
“Thank you sir,” he places a fist over his heart and bows.
“Ugh, I don’t like when you show me respect. It gives me the creeps. Stop doing that.”
“I only do it to get on your nerves sir,” and he looks up at me through veiled eyes with an evil smile on his face.
“You’re truly an ass.”
“If you say so sir.”
“Stop calling me ‘sir.’”
“Then what should I call you sir?”
“My fucking name!” I know he’s just playing with me, saying those things to get under my skin. I curse myself for letting it happen. I was the superior here, I shouldn’t let my commanding officer get to me. We shouldn’t be trying to get to each other in the first place. We were on the same side.
“You’re so easy sometimes,” he stands up straight again and begins to walk away, kicking a body from his path.
I jump off the column and run to catch up to him, “You’re an asshole.”
“Whatever you say Semyaza. Come on the others are waiting for us. The night is young and my sword is just beginning it’s rage.”
We get bombarded by another group before we reach our destination. This time they are at least 30 strong, still no match for us. I don’t even bother to pay attention to Abaddon, I know he will be fine. I focus on the people rushing at me with their swords. I turn and dodge around them and their swords, slicing through them as I do so. I stand in place afterwards and smile when I hear the bodies drop one by one behind me. I begin to walk away, but not before one of them cuts my back with his own puny sword before falling to the ground lifeless.
I flinch at the sudden pain, but I don’t show it. I continue walking and am soon joined by Abaddon again, “You’re cut.”
“No shit.”
“Hurt?”
“What do you think?”
“It’s just a scratch.”
“Is it? Then turn around I’ll give you a fucking ‘scratch’ on your back.”
“You’re weak Semyaza,” he starts to quicken his pace, “Learn how to keep your calm and deal with the pain.”
I look up to see that he has several deep wounds gracing his own toned back. They were still seeping blood from them. I raise my hand to touch at my own injury, it was nothing compared to his. It wasn’t even bleeding anymore. He was right. I am weak. I need to change that.
I wake up and find that I’m in the exact same position as I was when I fell asleep. I tighten my grip on his arm that’s around my waist. I can feel the burning sensation on my back. I know what would greet me if I were to look at my back in the mirror. Instead, I push up the sleeve of my left arm just a little and even though it’s dark I can still see the faint line that’s running up my arm. It’s already started to heal. It would be gone within an hour, leaving just the memory of my dream behind.
*~*
I look over at the clock and see that it’s almost time for us to get up. I carefully remove my arm from his waist. He was still sleeping, I didn’t have the heart to wake him up. Besides, he was sick, needed all the rest he could get. I slowly slip out of the bed, but the back of his shirt catches my eyes. There’s a faint line of red running down his white shirt. It looks like blood. I lean in to stare at it closer and know for sure that it’s blood. How the hell did he get a cut on his back and why didn’t he tell anyone. I grab the hem of his shirt and slowly start to pull it up to get a better look at the cut. He starts to move and I still my motions and stare at his head, waiting for him to turn around and ask me what I’m doing. He doesn’t though so I go back to what I was doing. I pull the shirt up a little bit more and finally reveal a fragment of the cut. It’s shallow that it shouldn’t leave any scars, but deep enough to have drawn a little bit of blood. What happened?
I lift the shirt more and see that it runs from his right shoulder diagonally down his back, stopping right where his ribs end. I bring my hand up to place on the cut, but he jolts awake before I even touch his skin. He pulls his shirt down rather roughly before turning to face me.
“What the fuck Minho? Molesting me in my sleep?”
“I’m not molesting you Taemin-ah.”
“Then why the hell did you have my shirt pulled up like that and why were you about to touch me? You’re a sick fuck you know that?”
“Shut your fucking mouth, you’re going to wake everyone.”
“I can wake everyone with my rape whistle too. Don’t make me get it.”
“Will you just calm down and let me explain. Geez your hormones are working over time or something. You’re so moody these days.”
“Now you’re insulting me. Geez Minho, I didn’t know you could be an ass,” I cover his mouth with my hand before he can say anymore.”
“Shut the fuck up and let me talk,” he mumbles behind my hand and I can make out a few cuss words, but don’t really care what he just said to me, “I only had your shirt lifted up because I noticed some red on the back of it. It looked like blood so I just wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt. So I lifted your shirt and it’s a good thing I did. Did you know you have a cut on your back?”
He grabs my hand and pulls it off his mouth, “Still doesn’t give you a right to molest me.”
“I wasn’t molesting you. I was checking to see if you were hurt. Geez Taemin-ah, I didn’t think you’d take something as innocent as this and turn it into some dirty act. I’m just a concerned hyung.”
“Sorry,” he says, “I guess I can be a little grumpy when I wake up.”
“A little? That’s definitely an understatement. Come on,” I grab his hand and pull him out of the bed.
“Where are we going?”
“To the bathroom?”
“Gross hyung! I don’t want to watch you pee.”
“We’re not going there so I can pee.”
“Well I don’t want you there when I pee either.”
“We’re not going there to pee Taemin-ah. We’re going there so I can look at that cut on your back better.”
“Oh.”
“When and how did you get it?”
“Get what?”
“The cut.”
“Oh, that.”
“Yeah that.”
“I must have gotten it when I was in the shower yesterday.”
“How?”
“I don’t know. Onew hyung’s sangtae rubbed off on me?”
“Well you’re lucky that it’s just a scratch and not something worst.”
“Yeah,” I look back and he seems to be in a daze. We don’t talk as I pull him into the bathroom and lock the door behind us.
“Sit down on the toilet,” I tell him and he does, “Not like that, sit so your back is facing me.”
“Oh sorry,” he turns his position. I grab the first aid kit we kept under the sink and sit it down on the countertop.
“Lift your shirt,” I order him as I open the kit and start to rummage through it. I pull out a few alcohol swabs and Neosporin. I start to think about how exactly to cover it up as my eyes roam over the contents of the box again.
I turn to him and notice that he took off his shirt completely. He looks even more tiny without the big sweatshirt covering him up. His milky, white skin looked smooth and inviting, only to be defiled by the harsh red line running down his back. I rip open one of the alcohol swabs and start at the top of the cut on his right shoulder blade. I hear his sharp intake of breath as I start to rub the alcohol into the cut, making sure to kill any bacteria that might have crept into it.
“Shit,” he seethes through clenched teeth.
“Sorry, but we can’t risk this getting infected,” I tell him, I lean in closer and start to blow on the cut, helping the alcohol to dry faster and in turn the stinging pain to stop. I continue to wipe at his cut, letting my breath trail behind the alcohol swabs. I can feel his body tense at the contact of the wet cloth, but instantly relaxes when I breathe on spot.
“Hyung?” he asks just as I’m reaching for the Neosporin.
“Yeah?”
“Why were you blowing on my back just now?”
“To help the alcohol dry faster. It makes the stinging go away faster.”
“Oh.”
“Why? If you felt uncomfortable when I was doing it, you could have just told me. I would have stopped.”
“No, it’s okay. I didn’t mind. I was just wondering.”
“Oh okay,” I squeeze a small amount from the tube in my hand onto my index and middle finger. I star to rub the topical antibiotic into the cut, squeezing out more from the small tube as I need it. The silence filling the bathroom is kind of awkward, but familiar at the same time, “Okay, I’m done. Next time be more careful hm?”
“Sure thing hyung,” he fiddles around with the shirt in his hands, “Um, you’re not going to cover it though?”
“No. We don’t have anything that will cover it sufficiently. So just be careful. Wait a little bit for the antibiotic to dry before you put on your shirt,” and with that I leave the bathroom. He doesn’t move from his spot though, just sits there, lost in his thoughts. I wonder what he’s thinking.
Abaddon, Seraphiel? I hear Michael calling.
Yes? I answer.
I need to talk to you both. Think you can slip away from a little bit this morning. It won’t take long.
Sure. I’ll just go and grab Seraphiel. Rooftop as usual?
No, meet me at the coffee shop at the corner. It’s early I need my morning caffeine.
Whatever you say Michael.
I’ll see you in five.
Okay.
The usuals?
Yeah.
Right as I’m about to grab the door to mine Key’s room, it opens and Key slips out. Closing the door softly behind him. He looks a little disheveled, but then again it’s still early.
“Why didn’t you answer?” I ask.
“Too tired.”
“Will you tell me about it later?”
“I always do.”
“I worry about you sometimes,” I tell him and fix his hair.
“I know.”
“Come on, let’s go,” I grab his hand and start to walk out of the dorm. I didn’t notice that the bathroom door had opened and Taemin was standing in the hallway a look of hurt on his face as the door closes behind us.
*~*
I can feel him moving around beside me. Much to my dismay there was no forking last night, just spooning. But I’ll take what I can get, “Baby stop moving around.”
“Sorry,” he answers.
I pull him closer to me and bury my head in his neck, “You smell good.”
“That’s what showers do. And from your smell, you totally didn’t shower last night.”
“Don’t ruin the mood.”
“Your stench already ruined it for me.”
“Don’t be like that Kibummie, it’s still early. Let me enjoy this a little bit longer hm?”
“Whatever. Hands above the waist,” he moves my wandering hands to his waist.
“I told you to let me enjoy this.”
“And I am, but your hands still need to be above the waist.”
“Fine,” I grumble and then quickly fall back asleep. I don’t feel like I’ve been asleep for long when I feel him shifting beside me again. I just groan and then I feel him place a soft kiss on my lips before climbing out of bed. I turn and open my eyes enough to watch him put on some casual clothes before slipping through the door. The image of him changing burned into my memories. The urge to touch his smooth back burning inside the pit of my stomach. I’ve seriously never wanted someone this badly.
My ears perk up when I hear voices just outside the door. I immediately figure out that the other voice is Minho’s. They don’t have a long conversation, but it’s long enough for me to hear the concern in Minho’s voice. Of course, Key being Key just brushes off the other’s concern. And then I hear them leaving, I wonder where they’re going so early in the morning.
I sit up in bed, knowing I won’t be getting any more rest today. I look around their shared room. Key’s side is squeaky clean, almost too clean for a man. Minho’s side is a little more messy, but still in order. I look over at the bed beside me and wonder if Minho even sleeps in that bed or if he opts to sleep in this one with Key. I know if I were in this room, there would be no point in having two beds because I wouldn’t use mine. I’d always sleep with Key.
My attention turns back to the door and I’m tempted to go out and follow them. The curiosity of where they went was really getting to me. I decide not to, the last thing I needed was to act like some crazy fangirl and stalk my bandmates. Instead I decide to go back to my own room.
“Good morning Taemin,” I say as I enter the room and see the maknae laying down on his bed.
“There’s nothing good about this morning,” he mumbles. Great the maknae was PMSin’ today, I’ll have to make sure not to go anywhere near him.
“Whatever you say,” I grab some clothes, “I’m going to go shower.”
“I don’t care what you do. I’m not your keeper you don’t need to tell me where you’re going,” it was going to be one of those days.
“Whatever, don’t need to get all bitchy at me because Minho isn’t paying attention to you,” I knew how Taemin felt about Minho. We would talk about it at night sometimes.
“Yeah and he just left with your lover Key. Holding hands by the way.”
“So? Key can do what he wants.”
“Can he? After what you’ve told me you two do at night sometimes, are you sure you’re okay with him being like that with Minho?”
“We just make out and touch each other. No big deal. It’s just a man helping out another man. Not like we can go out and do that shit with girls.”
“Whatever hyung. I can see how pissed you are, don’t try to hide it.”
“I’m going to shower now.”
“If you say so.”
And with that I walk out of the room. He was right. I didn’t like Key being around Minho, not one bit. But what can I do, we’re all in the same group. Plus it’s not like Key and I were in a relationship. I couldn’t dictate who he could and couldn’t be with. Even if we were in a relationship, he wouldn’t stand for me telling him that kind of stuff anyways.
Rahab! I groan when I hear the voice.
What do you want Beelzabub?
I’m bored, come and entertain me.
What? I’m not your fucking personal entertainment system. Call Lahash.
She’s asleep right now.
So?
I’m not going to wake her.
And you would wake me.
You were already awake.
Whatever, I can’t come and entertain you. I have schedules to go to today. So you’re shit outta luck. Next time don’t call me unless you have something relevant to say.
You’re no fun. Besides I did find something out last night about Semyaza.
And what did you find out.
He’s a male in this cycle.
Seriously? I could have told you that shit. He’s a male to begin with, why wouldn’t he be a male now?
My source tells me that there are some of us who are coming back as the opposite sex.
Well whoop dee do. We find out that Semyaza is a male in this cycle. That’ll make finding him easier.
Quit being a smart ass.
Quit wasting my time. I need to go now. Get in touch with me when you have more useful information.
Author: giveitupjessica
Rating: PG-NC-17 (depending on the chapter)
Pairings: 2min, jongkey, kangteuk, minkhun
Genre: AU (kind of), romance, fantasy
Summary: I shouldn't be falling for him like this. I've never fallen for anyone but the one I have been bound to since I was created. So why am I suddenly doing whatever I can to protect him, to make sure no harm every comes his way. I shouldn't be by his side like this. I shouldn't be holding him in my arms as he sleeps. But the fire that I feel when our skin touches is something I've never experienced before. What does this all mean? I know I'm only putting him in more danger by staying with him, but for some reason I can't leave him. I can't just walk away from him. I want to mark him as mine. I need to mark him as mine.
A/N: Sorry I didn't post this last night. I was more tired than I thought. I ended up going to bed rather early for me at least. Anyways, I updated the cast list again. Revealed a new character. kekeke. Although I'm not sure if it will be a surprise to you. Sorry if the chapter is kind of a fail. Not very much Angel stuff going on in this one. I'm hoping to add Kangin in the next chapter, but then again I'm not sure how to reveal him. I do have two more angels left to reveal. Another bonded couple. So I need to figure out to add them in as well. Then all the angels will have been introduced. I'm sorry that it's confusing since I use both their angel and regular names. Hopefully it gets easier as the story progresses. This is getting long. PLEASE ENJOY AND COMMENT! I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU COMMENT AND I'LL TRY TO UPDATE AGAIN TONIGHT IF YOU DO! ;)
CHAPTER FIVE
I’m not sure what exactly is happening. I was in kind of a daze. Metraton had come to me again, but was gone before we could really speak. The feel of someone wrapping an arm around me had caused me to fall back down to reality. However, as I turned and looked at the culprit, still dazed, I found I didn’t quite mind the interruption. And then when I felt his lips against mine, I was thankful for the interruption altogether. It wasn’t the first time he has done this and I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be the last either.
His lips are soft and seem to fit with mine perfectly. I love this feeling. I silently apologize to Metraton as I wrap my arms around Jonghyun’s neck and bring his face closer to mine. For some reason I needed every part of our bodies touching each other. I revel in the jolts of electricity that were pulsing through my body whenever our skin would smash together almost becoming one. This feeling was amazing.
I feel his hands start to move down my waist. They slip under my shirt and begin to explore my stomach and chest. I moan when they find my nipples and give them a gentle tweak, “Jonghyun.”
“You like that baby?” he asks as he does it again and this time I just inhale a sharp intake of breath.
“Jonghyun,” I say again, trying to open my eyes.
“Yeah baby?” his hands are back on my stomach, ghosting over the flesh right above the hem of my pajama pants. His fingers start to trace along the edge, sending shivers down my spine.
“St-stop,” I manage to breathe out.
“You want me to stop?” he asks rather smugly, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, we shouldn’t be doing this,” I tell him.
“That’s what you say every time this happens,” even though I can’t see his face, I know he’s smirking. I can hear it in his voice.
“Are you drunk?”
“Love drunk.”
“Ugh, you’re totally drunk. Get off of me,” I try to push him off, but he just leans into me more.
“I’m not drunk, smell my breath,” he breathes in my face and I’m kind of grossed out by it. I don’t want to inhale, but I can’t hold my breath forever and he keeps blowing air in my face. Eventually, I breathe it in and there’s no trace of alcohol in it whatsoever. I can faintly smell what we ate for dinner and spearmint, no doubt from when he brushed his teeth before going to his schedule. He wasn’t drunk after all.
“You’re not drunk,” I say.
“I am though. I’m love drunk,” he starts to kiss my neck again and I feel my eyes closing on their own again. I’ve seriously never felt this way about anyone except Metraton. I’ve never feel this pull towards a person in centuries. And with Jonghyun, it was different. It was a more needy and frantic pull. Like we shouldn’t be doing this. Well of course we shouldn’t be doing this, we were bandmates. This kind of thing was strictly forbidden. An unwritten clause when we signed out contracts. Jonghyun didn’t seem to care though, he was always the one to initiate these late night trysts.
His hands are back at my stomach again. This time I feel them grab hold of the hem of my shirt. They slowly start to work the material up my body. His hands faintly, sliding over my skin and my body shivers at the touch. It’s a matter of seconds before my shirt is being lifted over my head and discarded over the side of the bed. He starts to trail kisses from my neck to my chest. Making sure to suck on the spot where he bit me earlier, there was definitely going to be a hickey there in the morning. I just hope this time it was in a place could easily be covered up.
“Jjongie,” I moan as I feel his lips close over one of my nipples. I can feel him smiling against me, “You’re such a fucking tease.”
“You love it. Besides what’s the fun of just giving someone whatever they want. I want them to beg for it. I want them to get desperate,” he’s moved again. I’m beginning to think he was currently going through a sugar rush. He was all over the place, “It’s a lot more fun that way Kibummie. Don’t you think?”
“Hm,” I reply.
“So tell me Bummie,” he says, his index finger drawing lazy circles around the nipple he just violated, “What do you want?”
“I want you to quit being a fucking tease.”
“What else?”
“That’s about it.”
“Is it?”
“Uh huh.”
“What about this?” he kisses my lips, “Do you want this?”
“Eh, I guess,” I know what game he’s trying to play with me. I wasn’t going to lose this time.
“You guess?”
“Yeah.”
“Hm,” he says. I know he’s thinking about what to do next to ensure his victory. But it wasn’t going to happen. Not this time. I was prepared to win this time.
I take this moment to lean my head up to his ear and I begin to nibble on it, “Why don’t you tell me what you want?”
“What I want?” he says and I feel his breathing get shallow.
“Yeah, what do you want? I’ll see if I can give it to you.”
He grabs my shoulders and pushes me down onto the mattress. I smirk at him as he keeps me against the bed, “I want you. Every single inch of you.”
“That could be arranged.”
“Make it happen.”
“Only if you’re a good little boy.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means, get the fuck off of me.”
“What?”
“It’s sleepy time,” I pat his cheek and start to wiggle a little to free myself from his arms.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“Nope. I’m tired, now get off so I can go back to sleep.”
“Are you sure about that Kibummie?” he asks and I know he’s trying to get the train back on it’s tracks, but it wasn’t going to happen. Not tonight. His hands leave my shoulders and there aren’t any teasing touches this time around. He just goes straight in for the kill. His hand finds my crotch and starts to palm it, “It seems like the little key doesn’t want to go to sleep yet.”
“The little key doesn’t dictate what I do. Big Key does, and Big Key says it’s sleepy time,” I grab his hand and yank it off my crotch even though I wanted nothing more than for him to continue what he was doing.
“But Kibummie,” I hear the pout in his voice, look who the desperate one is now.
“Jjongie, we have a long day tomorrow. We need to go to sleep. We had our little fun, now it’s time to go to bed. So get off of me already.”
“Are you kicking me out?”
“No, I just want you to get off of me. We can still cuddle.”
“I’d rather spoon.”
“Cuddle, spoon. Same difference.”
“But you know what they say right?”
“Say about what?”
“About spooning.”
“What do they say?”
He gets off of me and I flip over to lay on my side. He snuggles up to my back and rests an arm on my waist. His head is resting on my shoulder, breath tickling my ear and neck, “Spooning always leads to forking.”
*~*
I woke up and wasn’t surprised that I was alone. I feel behind me, it was still warm. He must have just left and he couldn’t even wake me up. I can’t help the disappointment that fills me. Why does it always feel like he’s constantly breaking promises to me? I really should stop believing anything he says to me, they’re all lies anyways. I feel a familiar sting in my eyes and I know I’m seconds away from crying, but I do my best to keep those fateful tears at bay. Who cries right when they wake up? I’m not a baby anymore. I’m a man.
I hear the door to the room open and quickly shut my eyes again. I wiggle a little deeper into the covers and listen as footsteps start to make their way into the room. I’m guessing it’s just Jonghyun. Did he even sleep here last night? I don’t remember hearing him come back from his schedule. Was he only now coming back? What time was it anyways?
My thoughts are interrupted when I feel the blankets being lifted up and a rush of cold air hits my body. I shiver involuntarily and squeeze my eyes even tighter. But as soon as the cold air came, it’s gone, quickly replaced by a warm body behind me. He curls up to my back and rests a hand on my waist. I move back a little to get more warmth and he seems to understand because the arm on my waist tightens and I’m pulled back, body now flush to his.
“Go back to sleep Taemin-ah,” his voice seems to be lower, probably because he just woke up.
“Hm,” I answer, “You’re so warm hyung.”
“Are you that cold?”
“Hm. Where did you go?”
“Bathroom.”
“What time is it?”
“Just after 4 in the morning.”
“Hm.”
“Go back to sleep.”
“Okay. Don’t leave okay?”
“I won’t.”
I drift back to sleep faster than I thought I would. The sound of Minho’s voice was soothing and almost like a lullaby to me. His arms around me like a safety blanket. I’ve never felt so at ease in my life. I don’t fight when sleep takes over my body, I welcome it with open arms. I was rather tired.
My dream seems to pick off from where it left off earlier tonight. Strange, did that happen often with dreams? I mean I heard that you tend to dream about what it was that you were last thinking about before you fell asleep. If that was the case then I should be dreaming about Minho. I shouldn’t be having this weird dream again and it seems like whenever I have this dream, it always picks up right where it left off before. Even though I’m sleep I can feel the cut on my arm burning. I don’t wake up though. I stay asleep and let my dream happen.
“Semyaza!” I hear someone yell from behind me, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I shout back as I mercilessly drive my sword into the person who just sliced my arm, “Don’t worry about me.”
“Okay,” I hear footsteps running towards me and I turn to face them. I as never one to run away, I wouldn’t be a leader in this war if I did. I like to face things head on and it looks like I will be facing a small group of ten head on. I smirk, I always love challenges.
“Semyaza!” I hear a different voice yell to me and footsteps coming from behind me. I don’t turn around instead I raise my sword ready to strike at the perfect moment. Even though I probably had more skill in one of my hands than all of them combined, I was still outnumbered and the battle had just begun. I needed to pace myself.
It’s a matter of seconds before the group of ten is surrounding me. We start to dance this weird tango around each other. None of them making a move to step forward. They must know that they don’t have a chance against me. Smart kids, now if only one of them will just move so we can get this over with. I had better things to do, better people to be fighting against. They were mere rookies, not worth my time, but my sword seemed to long for their blood.
Finally one of them grows balls and lungs forward. He doesn’t make it to his second step before my sword is piercing through his chest. Cutting through his body like it was butter. I withdraw my sword and his body falls lifelessly to the ground.
“Come on, we don’t have all day,” I say, “Why not make it easier on us all? Just line up and wait for your fate. We all know that I’m going to win this. No need to suffer more than you should,” I bring my sword up to my face and smear the blood of the angel I just killed on the blade with my finger.
“Cocky bastard!” I hear one of them yell and he’s running at me. I let him get a little further than the last guy, I wanted to have a little fun. I amuse him by actually engaging in a little bit of a sword fight with him, but I quickly get bored and finish the job. The sound of my sword slipping into his body before I yank it out is one of my favorite sounds.
I must have been too caught up in killing him that I don’t notice that another one was sneaking up behind me. I only know of his presence when I hear a horrible shriek of pain coming from behind me. I turn around and there is Abaddon, his sword protruding from the angel’s chest, a smirk on his face.
“You owe me,” he says to me.
“I owe no one nothing,” I answer.
“Perhaps I should have just let him kill you then.”
“Like that would happen.”
“Let’s just get this over with, the other’s are waiting rather impatiently now.”
“Whatever. You take care of them, I’m bored,” I wave my hand to the decreasing crowd behind me and walk away.
“You’re such a lazy ass. I wonder how you can be a leader.”
“Whatever, just do as you’re told Abaddon,” I perch on a fallen column as he finally retracts his sword from the body. I always enjoyed watching Abaddon kill, he was even more ruthless than I was, truly living up to his name. Even though he was rather large, larger than me, he moved with such grace and ease. He made killing a performance that even the muses themselves would kill to watch, no pun intended. The bodies seem to fall just as graceful as the person who caused their death.
I clap my hands once the last angel falls and he looks up at me, “It’s always entertaining to watch you kill Abaddon. And when you’re with Azrael, it’s even better.”
“Thank you sir,” he places a fist over his heart and bows.
“Ugh, I don’t like when you show me respect. It gives me the creeps. Stop doing that.”
“I only do it to get on your nerves sir,” and he looks up at me through veiled eyes with an evil smile on his face.
“You’re truly an ass.”
“If you say so sir.”
“Stop calling me ‘sir.’”
“Then what should I call you sir?”
“My fucking name!” I know he’s just playing with me, saying those things to get under my skin. I curse myself for letting it happen. I was the superior here, I shouldn’t let my commanding officer get to me. We shouldn’t be trying to get to each other in the first place. We were on the same side.
“You’re so easy sometimes,” he stands up straight again and begins to walk away, kicking a body from his path.
I jump off the column and run to catch up to him, “You’re an asshole.”
“Whatever you say Semyaza. Come on the others are waiting for us. The night is young and my sword is just beginning it’s rage.”
We get bombarded by another group before we reach our destination. This time they are at least 30 strong, still no match for us. I don’t even bother to pay attention to Abaddon, I know he will be fine. I focus on the people rushing at me with their swords. I turn and dodge around them and their swords, slicing through them as I do so. I stand in place afterwards and smile when I hear the bodies drop one by one behind me. I begin to walk away, but not before one of them cuts my back with his own puny sword before falling to the ground lifeless.
I flinch at the sudden pain, but I don’t show it. I continue walking and am soon joined by Abaddon again, “You’re cut.”
“No shit.”
“Hurt?”
“What do you think?”
“It’s just a scratch.”
“Is it? Then turn around I’ll give you a fucking ‘scratch’ on your back.”
“You’re weak Semyaza,” he starts to quicken his pace, “Learn how to keep your calm and deal with the pain.”
I look up to see that he has several deep wounds gracing his own toned back. They were still seeping blood from them. I raise my hand to touch at my own injury, it was nothing compared to his. It wasn’t even bleeding anymore. He was right. I am weak. I need to change that.
I wake up and find that I’m in the exact same position as I was when I fell asleep. I tighten my grip on his arm that’s around my waist. I can feel the burning sensation on my back. I know what would greet me if I were to look at my back in the mirror. Instead, I push up the sleeve of my left arm just a little and even though it’s dark I can still see the faint line that’s running up my arm. It’s already started to heal. It would be gone within an hour, leaving just the memory of my dream behind.
*~*
I look over at the clock and see that it’s almost time for us to get up. I carefully remove my arm from his waist. He was still sleeping, I didn’t have the heart to wake him up. Besides, he was sick, needed all the rest he could get. I slowly slip out of the bed, but the back of his shirt catches my eyes. There’s a faint line of red running down his white shirt. It looks like blood. I lean in to stare at it closer and know for sure that it’s blood. How the hell did he get a cut on his back and why didn’t he tell anyone. I grab the hem of his shirt and slowly start to pull it up to get a better look at the cut. He starts to move and I still my motions and stare at his head, waiting for him to turn around and ask me what I’m doing. He doesn’t though so I go back to what I was doing. I pull the shirt up a little bit more and finally reveal a fragment of the cut. It’s shallow that it shouldn’t leave any scars, but deep enough to have drawn a little bit of blood. What happened?
I lift the shirt more and see that it runs from his right shoulder diagonally down his back, stopping right where his ribs end. I bring my hand up to place on the cut, but he jolts awake before I even touch his skin. He pulls his shirt down rather roughly before turning to face me.
“What the fuck Minho? Molesting me in my sleep?”
“I’m not molesting you Taemin-ah.”
“Then why the hell did you have my shirt pulled up like that and why were you about to touch me? You’re a sick fuck you know that?”
“Shut your fucking mouth, you’re going to wake everyone.”
“I can wake everyone with my rape whistle too. Don’t make me get it.”
“Will you just calm down and let me explain. Geez your hormones are working over time or something. You’re so moody these days.”
“Now you’re insulting me. Geez Minho, I didn’t know you could be an ass,” I cover his mouth with my hand before he can say anymore.”
“Shut the fuck up and let me talk,” he mumbles behind my hand and I can make out a few cuss words, but don’t really care what he just said to me, “I only had your shirt lifted up because I noticed some red on the back of it. It looked like blood so I just wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt. So I lifted your shirt and it’s a good thing I did. Did you know you have a cut on your back?”
He grabs my hand and pulls it off his mouth, “Still doesn’t give you a right to molest me.”
“I wasn’t molesting you. I was checking to see if you were hurt. Geez Taemin-ah, I didn’t think you’d take something as innocent as this and turn it into some dirty act. I’m just a concerned hyung.”
“Sorry,” he says, “I guess I can be a little grumpy when I wake up.”
“A little? That’s definitely an understatement. Come on,” I grab his hand and pull him out of the bed.
“Where are we going?”
“To the bathroom?”
“Gross hyung! I don’t want to watch you pee.”
“We’re not going there so I can pee.”
“Well I don’t want you there when I pee either.”
“We’re not going there to pee Taemin-ah. We’re going there so I can look at that cut on your back better.”
“Oh.”
“When and how did you get it?”
“Get what?”
“The cut.”
“Oh, that.”
“Yeah that.”
“I must have gotten it when I was in the shower yesterday.”
“How?”
“I don’t know. Onew hyung’s sangtae rubbed off on me?”
“Well you’re lucky that it’s just a scratch and not something worst.”
“Yeah,” I look back and he seems to be in a daze. We don’t talk as I pull him into the bathroom and lock the door behind us.
“Sit down on the toilet,” I tell him and he does, “Not like that, sit so your back is facing me.”
“Oh sorry,” he turns his position. I grab the first aid kit we kept under the sink and sit it down on the countertop.
“Lift your shirt,” I order him as I open the kit and start to rummage through it. I pull out a few alcohol swabs and Neosporin. I start to think about how exactly to cover it up as my eyes roam over the contents of the box again.
I turn to him and notice that he took off his shirt completely. He looks even more tiny without the big sweatshirt covering him up. His milky, white skin looked smooth and inviting, only to be defiled by the harsh red line running down his back. I rip open one of the alcohol swabs and start at the top of the cut on his right shoulder blade. I hear his sharp intake of breath as I start to rub the alcohol into the cut, making sure to kill any bacteria that might have crept into it.
“Shit,” he seethes through clenched teeth.
“Sorry, but we can’t risk this getting infected,” I tell him, I lean in closer and start to blow on the cut, helping the alcohol to dry faster and in turn the stinging pain to stop. I continue to wipe at his cut, letting my breath trail behind the alcohol swabs. I can feel his body tense at the contact of the wet cloth, but instantly relaxes when I breathe on spot.
“Hyung?” he asks just as I’m reaching for the Neosporin.
“Yeah?”
“Why were you blowing on my back just now?”
“To help the alcohol dry faster. It makes the stinging go away faster.”
“Oh.”
“Why? If you felt uncomfortable when I was doing it, you could have just told me. I would have stopped.”
“No, it’s okay. I didn’t mind. I was just wondering.”
“Oh okay,” I squeeze a small amount from the tube in my hand onto my index and middle finger. I star to rub the topical antibiotic into the cut, squeezing out more from the small tube as I need it. The silence filling the bathroom is kind of awkward, but familiar at the same time, “Okay, I’m done. Next time be more careful hm?”
“Sure thing hyung,” he fiddles around with the shirt in his hands, “Um, you’re not going to cover it though?”
“No. We don’t have anything that will cover it sufficiently. So just be careful. Wait a little bit for the antibiotic to dry before you put on your shirt,” and with that I leave the bathroom. He doesn’t move from his spot though, just sits there, lost in his thoughts. I wonder what he’s thinking.
Abaddon, Seraphiel? I hear Michael calling.
Yes? I answer.
I need to talk to you both. Think you can slip away from a little bit this morning. It won’t take long.
Sure. I’ll just go and grab Seraphiel. Rooftop as usual?
No, meet me at the coffee shop at the corner. It’s early I need my morning caffeine.
Whatever you say Michael.
I’ll see you in five.
Okay.
The usuals?
Yeah.
Right as I’m about to grab the door to mine Key’s room, it opens and Key slips out. Closing the door softly behind him. He looks a little disheveled, but then again it’s still early.
“Why didn’t you answer?” I ask.
“Too tired.”
“Will you tell me about it later?”
“I always do.”
“I worry about you sometimes,” I tell him and fix his hair.
“I know.”
“Come on, let’s go,” I grab his hand and start to walk out of the dorm. I didn’t notice that the bathroom door had opened and Taemin was standing in the hallway a look of hurt on his face as the door closes behind us.
*~*
I can feel him moving around beside me. Much to my dismay there was no forking last night, just spooning. But I’ll take what I can get, “Baby stop moving around.”
“Sorry,” he answers.
I pull him closer to me and bury my head in his neck, “You smell good.”
“That’s what showers do. And from your smell, you totally didn’t shower last night.”
“Don’t ruin the mood.”
“Your stench already ruined it for me.”
“Don’t be like that Kibummie, it’s still early. Let me enjoy this a little bit longer hm?”
“Whatever. Hands above the waist,” he moves my wandering hands to his waist.
“I told you to let me enjoy this.”
“And I am, but your hands still need to be above the waist.”
“Fine,” I grumble and then quickly fall back asleep. I don’t feel like I’ve been asleep for long when I feel him shifting beside me again. I just groan and then I feel him place a soft kiss on my lips before climbing out of bed. I turn and open my eyes enough to watch him put on some casual clothes before slipping through the door. The image of him changing burned into my memories. The urge to touch his smooth back burning inside the pit of my stomach. I’ve seriously never wanted someone this badly.
My ears perk up when I hear voices just outside the door. I immediately figure out that the other voice is Minho’s. They don’t have a long conversation, but it’s long enough for me to hear the concern in Minho’s voice. Of course, Key being Key just brushes off the other’s concern. And then I hear them leaving, I wonder where they’re going so early in the morning.
I sit up in bed, knowing I won’t be getting any more rest today. I look around their shared room. Key’s side is squeaky clean, almost too clean for a man. Minho’s side is a little more messy, but still in order. I look over at the bed beside me and wonder if Minho even sleeps in that bed or if he opts to sleep in this one with Key. I know if I were in this room, there would be no point in having two beds because I wouldn’t use mine. I’d always sleep with Key.
My attention turns back to the door and I’m tempted to go out and follow them. The curiosity of where they went was really getting to me. I decide not to, the last thing I needed was to act like some crazy fangirl and stalk my bandmates. Instead I decide to go back to my own room.
“Good morning Taemin,” I say as I enter the room and see the maknae laying down on his bed.
“There’s nothing good about this morning,” he mumbles. Great the maknae was PMSin’ today, I’ll have to make sure not to go anywhere near him.
“Whatever you say,” I grab some clothes, “I’m going to go shower.”
“I don’t care what you do. I’m not your keeper you don’t need to tell me where you’re going,” it was going to be one of those days.
“Whatever, don’t need to get all bitchy at me because Minho isn’t paying attention to you,” I knew how Taemin felt about Minho. We would talk about it at night sometimes.
“Yeah and he just left with your lover Key. Holding hands by the way.”
“So? Key can do what he wants.”
“Can he? After what you’ve told me you two do at night sometimes, are you sure you’re okay with him being like that with Minho?”
“We just make out and touch each other. No big deal. It’s just a man helping out another man. Not like we can go out and do that shit with girls.”
“Whatever hyung. I can see how pissed you are, don’t try to hide it.”
“I’m going to shower now.”
“If you say so.”
And with that I walk out of the room. He was right. I didn’t like Key being around Minho, not one bit. But what can I do, we’re all in the same group. Plus it’s not like Key and I were in a relationship. I couldn’t dictate who he could and couldn’t be with. Even if we were in a relationship, he wouldn’t stand for me telling him that kind of stuff anyways.
Rahab! I groan when I hear the voice.
What do you want Beelzabub?
I’m bored, come and entertain me.
What? I’m not your fucking personal entertainment system. Call Lahash.
She’s asleep right now.
So?
I’m not going to wake her.
And you would wake me.
You were already awake.
Whatever, I can’t come and entertain you. I have schedules to go to today. So you’re shit outta luck. Next time don’t call me unless you have something relevant to say.
You’re no fun. Besides I did find something out last night about Semyaza.
And what did you find out.
He’s a male in this cycle.
Seriously? I could have told you that shit. He’s a male to begin with, why wouldn’t he be a male now?
My source tells me that there are some of us who are coming back as the opposite sex.
Well whoop dee do. We find out that Semyaza is a male in this cycle. That’ll make finding him easier.
Quit being a smart ass.
Quit wasting my time. I need to go now. Get in touch with me when you have more useful information.