Misguided Angel 6/??
Title: Misguided Angel 6/??
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: I know it's confusing to read because of all the names. I'm trying to figure out how to make it less confusing. But I'm coming up with nothing. I'm sorry everyone. :( Anyways, the beginning of this chapter is kind of fail. My bad. I didn't introduce any other angels though. I've decided to do that in the next chapter. Anyways, please comment!
CHAPTER SIX
We walk into the coffee shop and immediately spot Leeteuk in a back corner, far away from the few people up this early. We make our way over to him and take the two empty seats at the table. All three of us lean in and form a closed circle so our voices don’t need to go very loud for us to hear.
“What’s up?” Minho says.
“I’ve learned some new information about Semyaza,” Leeteuk answers.
“From who?”
“Gusion.”
“He’s in this cycle as well?”
“Yes.”
“Why don’t we know about him?” I ask him.
“He’s like Forcas in this life, he doesn’t want to be involved. He’ll fight if it’s absolutely necessary, but other than that. He just wants to live as normally as he can.”
“That doesn’t make sense. How can he live a normal life being what we are?”
“He just wants to try to live a normal life.”
“So why is he telling you this? Why are they both giving you information?” Minho questions.
“They both owe me their lives. So if a battle does begin in this life, they will be on our side. But this is all besides the point of why we’re here.”
“Oh yes, Semyaza. What have you found out?”
“He’s waking up.”
“WHAT?!” I say, “So soon? We’re not prepared Michael. We just found Azrael, but she’s weak and you haven’t even found Gabrielle yet. He can’t be waking up. Not yet.”
“Calm down Key. I know how you feel. I feel the same way. But we can’t control these things. He’s waking up, so we need to do what we can to prepare ourselves.”
“How long do we have?” Minho asks, calm as ever.
“Gusion says he’s unsure. Since this is his first cycle, it could take awhile, perhaps weeks, but then again with the way things are going in this cycle it could be a matter of days. So I say we need to act like it will be days rather than weeks. It’s better to be prepared.”
“I see,” I don’t see how he can be so calm in a situation like this. But then again, that’s how he’s always been. Azrael is the impatient one for them. However, Abaddon’s rage is something to be scared of, he’s merciless, “Have you found anything out about his appearance this time? Anything that will help us find him?”
“Well he’s a male and I only say this because we don’t know these days. I mean two of you have already come back as males who are normally females. Anyways, he says it was hard to decipher at first though. Apparently he’s small and fragile.”
“Okay, that will narrow things down a little bit.”
“Yes. And Gusion was able to witness a memory with Semyaza. It was during the beginning of the original battle. He was still in his mind when Semyaza woke up. Apparently in the memory he was cut on his arm. It runs from his elbow to his wrist. Now since he’s just waking up, he shouldn’t have our healing skills just yet. So he should have a scar for a few days. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.”
“Which arm?”
“Left.”
“I’ll keep an eye open. I’m guessing that he’s an idol as well this time around since the rest of us are as well. So we’ll just have to keep an extra eye out when we go and do schedules.”
"Sounds good to me. Oh and I wanted to talk to you about Azrael as well.”
“What about him?”
“I called the hospital earlier, they plan on discharging him later this afternoon. We need to be there when it happens. He needs to be in our care, he can’t go back to the dorms with his members or manager.”
“How are we going to manage that?”
“I’ll work something out.”
“Well let us know when you plan on going there. We’ll make up some excuse to leave wherever we are.”
“Did you need me as well?” I ask.
“Yes, we need to try and figure out how Metraton is still talking to you. Have you remembered any more of your conversations with him?”
“No, but the day is just starting. I might remember something as it progresses. He tried to come to me again last night.”
“Did he? What happened?”
“I was woken up before he could actually talk to me.”
“I see,” Leeteuk looks down at his watch, “You two better get going. I need to get going too. We have studio time today so I need go make sure the rest of my members are awake and ready to go within the hour.”
“Okay. Get in contact with us when you’re heading to the hospital,” Minho replies as he gets up from his seat.
“I will.”
Once we’re out of the café, we say our good-byes, Leeteuk heading in the opposite direction than us. My body involuntarily shivers when a cold breeze passes by us. Minho automatically wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me close. I really should have chosen a thicker jacket, but I didn’t know it would be this chilly today.
“What woke you?” he asks as we take our time to go back to the dorms.
“Jjong climbing into my bed.”
“Hm, that explains where he went after coming into his room last night.”
“Yeah.”
“What’s going on with you two?”
“I don’t know,” and I really don’t. He can be touchy feely with me one day and then completely different the next. Then there are the nights when he sneaks into my bed and we end up making out. Or he pulls me into the bathroom when I’m on my way back to my room to turn in for the night and we make out there. But those times were so random and sporadic that I couldn’t really read them. I didn’t know what was going on in his head.
“Is he hurting you in any way?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive Minho. I’m just confused.”
“About?”
“Him. He’s so odd sometimes. One minute he’s all over me the next I don’t exist. It’s a total clusterfuck in my mind.”
“Want me to talk to him?”
“Minho you’re not my appa. You don’t need to give a stern talking to the boy who is messing with his little girl’s heart.”
“Like I said this morning,” he grabs my hand and pulls me to face him. We’re stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, I can hear grumbled complaints as people have to go around us, “I worry about you sometimes.”
“I know,” I lean my head into the hand he has on my cheek, “I know. I wish I didn’t make you worry so much.”
“Promise me something though.”
“What?” I close my eyes and I feel his hand begin to rub my cheek as the other fixes my hair.
“If you think you might love him, don’t run away.”
“What?” my eyes shoot open, “Where did that come from?”
“You’ve been so lonely these past cycles since Metraton is no longer able to be here with you. Leeteuk and I know how you feel. You guys share a pretty strong bond. I see the way you ache for him. For his love.”
“Minho,” I breathe out.
“I want to see you happy. And from what I can see, Jjong hyung is the first person to make you smile like he did before.”
“I’m sure what I feel for Jjong isn’t love Minho.”
“I would beg to differ. If it wasn’t love then why would you feel this frustrated about the whole thing. You forget how well I know you.”
“Let’s just drop this okay? We need to get back to the dorms, the others are waiting for us,” I grab the hand that is still resting on my cheek and start to pull him back home. I really didn’t want to talk about any of this. I didn’t want to admit that I might be falling in love with Jonghyun because if I admit it then it’s real. And it can’t be real. I can’t feel these things for anyone but Metraton. I wouldn’t allow myself to. I needed to stop all these private moments with Jonghyun. Starting today, he was nothing more than a bandmate to me.
*~*
“Where did you two go so early this morning?” Onew asks then once they enter the dorm. He’s sitting beside me at the table, casually sipping his coffee and reading the morning paper.
“Went to get coffee,” Key answers as he holds up his Styrofoam cup.
“We have coffee here,” I say and my eyes land on their hands. They’re still holding hands. What the fuck? I don’t get it. How can Key be like this with Minho after spending the whole night with me last night? Granted, all we did was kiss, but still. And Minho spent the whole night cuddled up to Taemin. What the fuck?
“I wanted something stronger. Besides you know I’m not a big fan of drip coffee,” he answers me.
“Whatever, I just don’t see why you need to waste your money going to that coffee shop on the corner, when you can just make your own here.”
“You wouldn’t understand. What do you guys want for breakfast? We have just enough time for me to whip something up real quick,” he finally let’s go of that stupid alien’s hand and walks into the kitchen. He stares into the open fridge, shoving things around, trying to figure out what he can cook in a hurry.
“You don’t have to Kibum-ah,” Minho says as he places a hand on his shoulder.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind.”
“We can just eat cereal or toast.”
“That’s not going to tide any of you over until lunch.”
“We can snack in between.”
“Minho,” he begins, but Minho doesn’t let him finished. He grabs his hand, slams the fridge shut, and pulls him to their room. I can hear the door slam and then the faint click of it locking.
“What’s with those two?” Onew asks, looking in their direction.
“Beats me,” I answer through gritted teeth.
“Is Taemin still in the bathroom?” he then asks, as he turns the page of the newspaper.
“I guess, he’s not out here. I don’t hear the shower though. He’ll probably be out soon,” and sure enough, we hear the door to the bathroom open and out walks Taemin. He doesn’t look as moody as he did early, but that isn’t saying much. His mood swings come and go throughout the day. And if he snapped at me today, I wasn’t going to bite my tongue like I normally did. My mood turned sour once Minho and Key walked into the apartment holding hands.
“Good morning hyungs!” Taemin says all smiles as he makes himself a bowl of cereal.
“Good morning Taemin,” Onew replies, “You seem to be in a good mood today.”
“The shower was refreshing. A good way to start off any day,” he joins us at the table and starts to eat his breakfast.
“Whatever, I’m going to be in our room. Come and get me when it’s time to go,” I get up, not bothering to bring my dishes to the sink, and walk off to my room. When I pass by Key and Minho’s room I can make out hushed whispers. I stop and press my ear up to the door.
“Key,” Minho whispers, “Shh, it’s okay. The pain will be gone soon. Just relax. Don’t fight it.”
I hear a strangled moan come from Key. I only know it’s Key because I’ve burned the sound of his moans into my brain. What the fuck was going on in there? Was Minho raping Key? Sick bastard. I should go in there and beat the living daylights out of him.
“I know it hurts. I know, but it will be over soon. Just bare with it okay?”
That’s it, I’m going in there. I start to turn the knob and then I remember they locked it. No problem, I had a key. I quickly run to my room and grab the key that I had that would open any of the locks in the dorm. Don’t ask me how I got it. I rush back to their room and unlock their door. I’m surprised by the scene that greets me as I enter the room.
Minho was cradling Key who was currently sobbing. What the hell? This definitely was not what I was expecting to see when I opened the door. Not even close, “What the fuck did you do to him Minho?”
He looks up at me, but then quickly turns his attention back to the boy in his arms. He hugs the boy closer to him and continues to whisper into his ears. What was going on?
*~*
I knew what was about to happen. I saw the look in his eyes. He was about to regain a memory. That’s why I pulled him to our room. That’s why I locked the door behind us. That’s why I was holding him tightly in my arms, whispering comforting words into his ears. I didn’t even hear when the door open.
“What the fuck did you do to him Minho?” I hear break the silence in the room. I look up and see a fuming Jonghyun standing at the door.
I pay no attention to him and just pull Key closer. I lean my head close to his and start to whisper in his ear, “I know what you saw. I’m sorry you had to go through that again. I know it was hard for you to have him die in your arms to begin with and then have to relive it in every cycle. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please stop crying.”
*~*
Today was the longest day ever. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Key. He stuck close to Minho the whole day, clinging to him. And Minho was being overly attentive to him as well. Always checking on him, putting an arm around him, giving him random hugs. It was fan service heaven for the minkey shippers out there. It just pissed me off though. Jonghyun looked none to happy about it either. I asked him if he knew what was going on between the two of them, he said he didn’t know. I seriously couldn’t stand seeing them by one another.
We all piled into the van and were headed off to our last schedule for the day. Key and Minho took the very back seats, Onew was up front, and Jonghyun and I were stuck with the middle seats. The only sound in the vehicle was the music flowing through the speakers. None of us wanted to talk. We were too tired or pissed to talk. I glance behind me and see Key’s head resting on Minho’s shoulder. Eyes closed, he must have fallen asleep. Minho was off in his own little world, staring out the window, cell phone clutched in his hands.
I found it odd that how his phone was pretty much attached to him today. I was constantly catching him checking his phone. It didn’t leave his side. He was never like this. I wonder what or who he’s waiting for. It must be important for him to be checking his phone all day. It bothered me that some inanimate object was getting so much of his attention. I’m surprised it didn’t bother Key as well. Key didn’t seem to mind at all.
Just then I heard his phone go off. I turn around and look at him jump as he lifted the phone to his ear.
“Ne hyung?” he said into the phone, a serious expression on his face, “Uh huh… I see… Okay… Yeah… Don’t worry… Okay… Bye.”
Key had woken up when he had originally jumped at the sound of his phone. He was looking at Minho during the short phone conversation. I watch as Minho turns to him and they seem to have a silent conversation before Key turns to the front.
“Manager hyung?” he says once we reach a stoplight.
“Ne Key?”
“I’m not feeling too well. Can you drop me off at the dorms?”
“What’s wrong?”
“I feel like throwing up.”
“Hm, maybe you’re getting what Taemin has.”
“I never felt like throwing up,” I say, “I think he’s faking it.”
“Taemin-ah!” Minho says behind me, “Key isn’t faking it. He’s been telling me all day that he isn’t feeling well.”
“So he’s a good actor.”
“Taemin-ah, what’s wrong with you today?” Onew says from up front, “If Key says he’s not feeling well, he’s not feeling well. He’s not one to lie about stuff like that.”
“Whatever. Believe what you guys want. I still think he’s faking it.”
“Manager hyung,” Key says, obviously ignoring all my accusations, “I don’t need to go to the doctor. I think I just ate something bad. Can you please drop me off at the dorms?”
“I don’t want you to stay by yourself though,” our manager answers as the car starts to move again at the first sign of a green light.
“I’ll stay with him if you don’t mind,” Minho quickly says and I’m not surprised at all by his sudden offer.
“Why should you stay with him?” Jonghyun suddenly speaks up, “What if he doesn’t want you to stay with him? Maybe he wants someone else to be there with him. Who wants to look at an ugly bug-eyed alien when they already feel like throwing up in the first place?”
“Jonghyun!” Onew exclaims, “What the hell is wrong with everyone today? Is it a full moon tonight or something? Is that why you’re all acting like this?”
“You wouldn’t understand Onew hyung,” I answer.
“I want Minho to stay with me,” I hear Key say and again he’s acting like he didn’t hear a word any of us said.
“Fucking A!” Jonghyun raises his hands up and hits the roof of the car before slumping back in his seat.
“Behave yourself Jonghyun,” our manager scolds, “Okay Key, I’ll drop you and Minho at the dorms. Get some rest.”
“Thank you hyung.”
I slump back in my seat as well and pout. This was bullshit. I knew that Key was faking it. He wasn’t sick. He was probably horny and wanted to fuck Minho back at the dorms without having to worry about one of us walking in on them. Well guess what Almighty Key-va, you got some competition. And you better watch your fucking back because I’m not going to lose Minho to you. Besides, who did he spend the whole night cuddled up to? That’s right me. I’m determined to take what’s rightfully mine. And that’s Minho.
I smirk at the American song that suddenly starts to fill our van.
You’re just like poison
Slowly moving through my system
Breaking all of my defenses with time
You’re just like poison
And I just don’t get it
How could something so deadly feel so right
I’m not sure what to do
It’s a catch 22
‘Cause the cure is found in you
I don’t want it but I do
You’re just like poison
My affliction, I’m addicted
I can’t lie
Kiss me one more time before I die
*~*
Once they dropped us off, we pretended to go back up to our dorm, but instead ended up sneaking out the back entrance of our building. Leeteuk called me and told me it was time to go pick up Nichkhun from the hospital. Key feigned being sick so we could get dropped off at the dorm instead of having to go for our last schedule. I was surprised by Taemin though, he almost ruined our plans by saying Key was faking it. I mean he was, but still, since when did he care if one of us faked being sick so we can get out of schedules. I mean we all did from time to time. So why the sudden concern all of a sudden. It looks like I’d have to talk to him again tonight.
It’s a matter of seconds before we reach the hospital, thanks again to being an angel. Leeteuk was waiting for us just outside the entrance. He stood up from the bench and walked over to us.
“Do either of you have some of the elixir?” he asks once he’s close enough so he didn’t have to shout.
“I always keep a bottle with me just in case,” Key responds, patting the bag that hung across his shoulder.
“Good. We need to go now,” Leeteuk says as we all begin to walk to the hospital, “His members and manager will be here soon.”
“I thought you were going to take care of that?” I ask as we walk in and make our way to the elevator.
“Don’t worry. I will take care of it. We need to get Nichkhun first before they get here. If we’re fast enough we can get him before they even reach this block. Now no more talking, hurry up,” our paces quicken.
“Which room?” I ask him.
“295,” he says as he pushes us towards the room and he stops at the nurses’ station no doubt to sign the release forms.
Key and I continue to quickly walk down the hall, trying our best to not give into using our angel speed to get there faster. We find the room without any trouble and open the door. Nichkhun is sitting up in bed watching something on TV.
“Oh Minho, Key,” he says when he sees us, “Good thing you got here now, a couple minutes late and I wouldn’t be here. They’re discharging me today.”
“We know,” I say to him and feel my heart skip a beat at he smile he gives us, “We’re here to pick you up actually.”
“Oh? I thought my member and manager would be picking me up.”
“They were supposed to, but they had to rush to a schedule. So here we are,” Key explains, “I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all, but neither of you can drive. How are we going to get back to the dorm? We can’t walk, it’s too far. I guess we can take a cab, but I don’t have any money on me.”
“Don’t worry, Leeteuk hyung is with us,” I say to him.
“Oh Leeteuk hyung is here as well,” his eyes widen, “Hm, that’s odd. But okay, as long as I can get out of his hospital, I won’t complain. I hate hospitals with a passion,” he says giving a small laugh.
“Are you ready to go?” I ask him, I don’t mean to sound pushy, but we needed to leave already.
“Yeah. I just need to change really quick,” he moves to get out of the bed and I rush over to help him, “Yah! Minho, I can get out of bed just fine. I just overworked myself, I didn’t get hit by a car or something.”
“I know hyung,” I keep hold of his arm as I walk with him to the bathroom, “I just don’t want you to strain yourself further.”
“Always the caring dongsaeng,” he says as he pats my cheek and then disappears into the bathroom, clothes in hand.
*~*
Minho and Key are pretty much carrying me out of the hospital. They’re moving so fast that I can barely keep up. I look down and realize that they are in fact carrying me now. My feet aren’t touching the ground. I wonder what the rush is. Maybe they needed to get to a schedule as well? But if that was the case, I wouldn’t have minded waiting a little longer for my members and manager to come get me.
I look up and see Leeteuk holding the elevator for us, “Hi hyung! It’s a surprise to see you here.”
“Hi Nichkhun, how are you feeling?” he asks as the elevator doors close and we begin our descent.
“I’m okay. Still tired and my back hurts a bit.”
“I see,” he looks at Minho and Key and I feel like I’m being left out of a conversation even though they aren’t talking. Once the elevators open, I feel myself being lifted again and we’re rushing out the door, “What the hurry?”
“We’re on strict on time,” Leeteuk answers as we’re quickly walking through the hotel lobby and then the parking lot.
“Oh if you guys have schedules too, I could have waited,” I look at all of them. They looked so serious.
“It’s not that hyung, we’ll explain later,” Minho says and gives me a warm smile.
“Oh okay,” the next thing I know we’re at a black car with tinted windows. I look behind me, we’re clear across the parking lot. I didn’t know they could walk this fast.
“Get in Nichkhun,” Leeteuk orders me and I do as I’m told. I slip into the back seat just as I see Minho throw my things into the trunk and slide in beside me. Key is already buckling himself into the passenger seat and Leeteuk is pulling the car out of it’s space. Was it just me or were they moving super fast? Maybe it was the drugs still in my system or something? I feel like I’m moving so slow compared to them. I reach behind me to get my seat belt only to find that it’s already fasten around my body. I look at it confused, when did I buckle myself in. I turn to Minho and he smiles at me again. Did he buckle me in? I’m sure I would have felt it if he did. Man, I must be losing it.
“Get some rest hyung,” he says to me, “You look tired. I’ll wake you when we get there.”
“Oh okay,” and surprisingly I am tired. I’m asleep not too long after I close my eyes. When I wake up, I’m laying down on a couch. I look around me and don’t recognize anything in the lightly furnished apartment. Where did they take me? I can hear hushed voices not too far away. I sit up and glance around one more time before I stand up and start to walk towards the voices.
“Give me the elixir Seraphiel,” Leeteuk says as he holds out his hand to Key. What was he calling Key?
“Here Michael,” Key hands him what looks to be an order bottle of water.
“Good. Abaddon,” he turns to Minho this time, “You know what to do I presume.”
Abaddon, that’s the name from my dreams. But why was Leeteuk calling Minho that? Why were they calling each other weird names? What’s going on here?
“Is there really no other way Michael?” Minho looks afraid, I’ve never seen him this way before.
“If there was we would be doing it. I’m sorry to have to ask you to do this, but like I said we need you and Azrael. I’m still searching for Gabrielle and with Semyaza waking up, we need to be prepared. You two are our strongest pair. We need you two to lead us if it comes down to it.”
“I don’t want to see him suffer though.”
“I know, I wish there was some other way, but we don’t have the time right now.”
Wait, were they talking about me? And how did they know the name Azrael? I wanted to get some answers. I needed to get some answers. And now. I walk into the kitchen and stare at all of them. Leeteuk is giving me a soft smile, Key looks rather guilty like a kid who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and Minho won’t look at me at all. His gaze is on the floor.
“What’s going on here? Where are we? What do you plan on doing to me?” I ask them, trying to keep my calm.
“Everything will be explained in just a while Nichkhun. Just trust us okay?” Leeteuk is walking towards me with his hand outstretched.
“No, I want to know what the fuck is going on. And how do you know that name Azrael? And why you just called Minho-ssi Abaddon?” I exclaim as I take a step back, “I want answers!”
“And you will get them, just please you have to trust us. We’re doing this for your own good. We know what you’re going through. So please, trust us.”
“You know what I’m going through? How can you possibly know what I’m going through?”
“Because we all went through it, we’re all going through it. We know about the pain, about the markings, the dreams that seem like flashbacks to a distant life, we know all about it.”
“What? How?” I’m at a loss for words. How can Leeteuk know what I’ve been experiencing the past few months? Did he really go through them? Did all three of them really experience the same thing?
“Trust us. We’re here to help you not hurt you,” I let Leeteuk grab hold of my arm and lead me back to the couch I was sleeping on earlier, “Sit. Relax. I’ll be right back.”
I just nod my head and try to grasp what could be going on. Was I dreaming? I couldn’t be, this didn’t feel like a dream. At least not the kind of dreams I’ve been having. I pinch myself just to be sure and I feel a slight pain when I do so. I wasn’t dreaming. Maybe I should trust them. I mean it seems like Minho and Key trust Leeteuk, so I should too. Besides, if he can answer all my questions about what’s been happening then I should at least hear him out.
I feel weak all of a sudden. I need to lay down again. All I want to do is sleep now. Maybe they’ll let me sleep before explaining everything to me. That’s what I needed. I needed sleep and then I can focus on what they’re telling me. Sleep, that sounds so nice. I feel my eyes get heavy as I curl into the couch.
“Michael!” I hear Minho yell and I smile.
“What?” I hear footsteps and figure Key and Leeteuk are also in the room now, “Shit. He’s weaker than I thought. We need to do this quick. Abaddon, give me your hand.”
“Fuck! Did you have to cut so deep? Geez! I’m an angel, but I can still feel pain!” what did they just do to Minho? Did they cut him? But why? I’m now fighting to stay awake, I want to know what they’re doing. I try to open my eyes, but they’re too heavy.
“I’m sorry, but we’re in kind of a rush here,” Leeteuk says, “Seraphiel the elixir.”
“Here, I put it in a glass. It’ll be easier to get his blood in there,” wait, blood? Who’s blood? Minho’s? What the fuck was going on? I can hear shuffling and the clinking of a glass before I feel the couch start to sag beside me.
“Nichkhun hyung?” Minho says softly to me and I feel his hand come up and brush the hair out of my face.
“Hm?”
“I need you to drink this.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t worry about that. It will make you feel better.”
“Oh okay,” his hand is behind my head now, gently lifting it up. I can feel something wrapped around it. Cold glass hits my lips followed by warm liquid. I open my mouth and allow the liquid to seep down my throat. It burns, but tastes rather sweet. I wonder what it is. Before I know it, my hands are around the glass as well and I’m gulping down the liquid.
“It’s all gone love,” the glass leaves my hands and I feel his arms tighten around me, “I’m sorry my love. Please forgive me, there was no other way.” He places a kiss on my temple. What was Minho talking about? And why was he calling me his love?
All my thoughts are wiped out of my brain as I feel a searing pain run up my back. It felt like someone was dragging a blunt object all over it. It hurt so bad. I knew what was coming next. The flashbacks. I let out a scream as the pain starts to get unbearable. Minho’s arms tighten around me and he’s saying something in my ear. I don’t know what it is, I can’t focus. The pain is too much. I feel like I’m going to pass out. But I don’t. I’m conscious the whole time it happens.
I try to focus on something else. Anything. My mind is grasping on whatever it can find to try to get it off the pain. I finally zero in on Minho. He’s the closest thing to me. I begin to grab onto his shirt and his grip tightens. I’m pretty much sitting in his lap at this point. And then his low voice is pushing through the pain. Whatever he’s saying is incoherent at first, but then it becomes clear.
“I’m sorry my love. I’m sorry. I know it hurts. I know. It will be over soon. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I’m sorry. Just bare with it a little longer. Everything will become clear soon. Just hold on a little longer.”
I want to respond. I want to tell him that whatever he does, don’t leave. I want to tell him how comforting it is to be in his arms while this is happening. But I can’t. I don’t have the strength to respond. So I continue clutching onto him with everything I have.
“Don’t worry. I’m here. It will be over soon. Just a little longer. I’m here. I love you Azrael. Just focus on that. Focus on my love for you okay?”
And finally it becomes too much for me. I submit to my body. I submit to the darkness.
*~*
I look down when I feel his grip on my loosen. He’s passed out. Maybe this was too much. Maybe we shouldn’t have done this. What have we done?
“Azrael,” I say as I shake the man in my arms, “Azrael, wake up. Please wake up.”
“He’s okay Abaddon,” I feel Michael place a hand on my shoulder, “He’s just overwhelmed. Let him rest. We’ll talk when he wakes up.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Have I ever led you astray?”
“No.”
“So let him rest.”
“Okay,” I lay Nichkhun back down on the couch and I stare at him. Soon I will be reunited with my twin soul. I could feel our souls calling out to each other, yearning to be connected once again. I bring my hand up and caress his cheek before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on it, “Rest my love. We will be together soon enough. Just rest for now.”
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: I know it's confusing to read because of all the names. I'm trying to figure out how to make it less confusing. But I'm coming up with nothing. I'm sorry everyone. :( Anyways, the beginning of this chapter is kind of fail. My bad. I didn't introduce any other angels though. I've decided to do that in the next chapter. Anyways, please comment!
CHAPTER SIX
We walk into the coffee shop and immediately spot Leeteuk in a back corner, far away from the few people up this early. We make our way over to him and take the two empty seats at the table. All three of us lean in and form a closed circle so our voices don’t need to go very loud for us to hear.
“What’s up?” Minho says.
“I’ve learned some new information about Semyaza,” Leeteuk answers.
“From who?”
“Gusion.”
“He’s in this cycle as well?”
“Yes.”
“Why don’t we know about him?” I ask him.
“He’s like Forcas in this life, he doesn’t want to be involved. He’ll fight if it’s absolutely necessary, but other than that. He just wants to live as normally as he can.”
“That doesn’t make sense. How can he live a normal life being what we are?”
“He just wants to try to live a normal life.”
“So why is he telling you this? Why are they both giving you information?” Minho questions.
“They both owe me their lives. So if a battle does begin in this life, they will be on our side. But this is all besides the point of why we’re here.”
“Oh yes, Semyaza. What have you found out?”
“He’s waking up.”
“WHAT?!” I say, “So soon? We’re not prepared Michael. We just found Azrael, but she’s weak and you haven’t even found Gabrielle yet. He can’t be waking up. Not yet.”
“Calm down Key. I know how you feel. I feel the same way. But we can’t control these things. He’s waking up, so we need to do what we can to prepare ourselves.”
“How long do we have?” Minho asks, calm as ever.
“Gusion says he’s unsure. Since this is his first cycle, it could take awhile, perhaps weeks, but then again with the way things are going in this cycle it could be a matter of days. So I say we need to act like it will be days rather than weeks. It’s better to be prepared.”
“I see,” I don’t see how he can be so calm in a situation like this. But then again, that’s how he’s always been. Azrael is the impatient one for them. However, Abaddon’s rage is something to be scared of, he’s merciless, “Have you found anything out about his appearance this time? Anything that will help us find him?”
“Well he’s a male and I only say this because we don’t know these days. I mean two of you have already come back as males who are normally females. Anyways, he says it was hard to decipher at first though. Apparently he’s small and fragile.”
“Okay, that will narrow things down a little bit.”
“Yes. And Gusion was able to witness a memory with Semyaza. It was during the beginning of the original battle. He was still in his mind when Semyaza woke up. Apparently in the memory he was cut on his arm. It runs from his elbow to his wrist. Now since he’s just waking up, he shouldn’t have our healing skills just yet. So he should have a scar for a few days. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.”
“Which arm?”
“Left.”
“I’ll keep an eye open. I’m guessing that he’s an idol as well this time around since the rest of us are as well. So we’ll just have to keep an extra eye out when we go and do schedules.”
"Sounds good to me. Oh and I wanted to talk to you about Azrael as well.”
“What about him?”
“I called the hospital earlier, they plan on discharging him later this afternoon. We need to be there when it happens. He needs to be in our care, he can’t go back to the dorms with his members or manager.”
“How are we going to manage that?”
“I’ll work something out.”
“Well let us know when you plan on going there. We’ll make up some excuse to leave wherever we are.”
“Did you need me as well?” I ask.
“Yes, we need to try and figure out how Metraton is still talking to you. Have you remembered any more of your conversations with him?”
“No, but the day is just starting. I might remember something as it progresses. He tried to come to me again last night.”
“Did he? What happened?”
“I was woken up before he could actually talk to me.”
“I see,” Leeteuk looks down at his watch, “You two better get going. I need to get going too. We have studio time today so I need go make sure the rest of my members are awake and ready to go within the hour.”
“Okay. Get in contact with us when you’re heading to the hospital,” Minho replies as he gets up from his seat.
“I will.”
Once we’re out of the café, we say our good-byes, Leeteuk heading in the opposite direction than us. My body involuntarily shivers when a cold breeze passes by us. Minho automatically wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me close. I really should have chosen a thicker jacket, but I didn’t know it would be this chilly today.
“What woke you?” he asks as we take our time to go back to the dorms.
“Jjong climbing into my bed.”
“Hm, that explains where he went after coming into his room last night.”
“Yeah.”
“What’s going on with you two?”
“I don’t know,” and I really don’t. He can be touchy feely with me one day and then completely different the next. Then there are the nights when he sneaks into my bed and we end up making out. Or he pulls me into the bathroom when I’m on my way back to my room to turn in for the night and we make out there. But those times were so random and sporadic that I couldn’t really read them. I didn’t know what was going on in his head.
“Is he hurting you in any way?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive Minho. I’m just confused.”
“About?”
“Him. He’s so odd sometimes. One minute he’s all over me the next I don’t exist. It’s a total clusterfuck in my mind.”
“Want me to talk to him?”
“Minho you’re not my appa. You don’t need to give a stern talking to the boy who is messing with his little girl’s heart.”
“Like I said this morning,” he grabs my hand and pulls me to face him. We’re stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, I can hear grumbled complaints as people have to go around us, “I worry about you sometimes.”
“I know,” I lean my head into the hand he has on my cheek, “I know. I wish I didn’t make you worry so much.”
“Promise me something though.”
“What?” I close my eyes and I feel his hand begin to rub my cheek as the other fixes my hair.
“If you think you might love him, don’t run away.”
“What?” my eyes shoot open, “Where did that come from?”
“You’ve been so lonely these past cycles since Metraton is no longer able to be here with you. Leeteuk and I know how you feel. You guys share a pretty strong bond. I see the way you ache for him. For his love.”
“Minho,” I breathe out.
“I want to see you happy. And from what I can see, Jjong hyung is the first person to make you smile like he did before.”
“I’m sure what I feel for Jjong isn’t love Minho.”
“I would beg to differ. If it wasn’t love then why would you feel this frustrated about the whole thing. You forget how well I know you.”
“Let’s just drop this okay? We need to get back to the dorms, the others are waiting for us,” I grab the hand that is still resting on my cheek and start to pull him back home. I really didn’t want to talk about any of this. I didn’t want to admit that I might be falling in love with Jonghyun because if I admit it then it’s real. And it can’t be real. I can’t feel these things for anyone but Metraton. I wouldn’t allow myself to. I needed to stop all these private moments with Jonghyun. Starting today, he was nothing more than a bandmate to me.
*~*
“Where did you two go so early this morning?” Onew asks then once they enter the dorm. He’s sitting beside me at the table, casually sipping his coffee and reading the morning paper.
“Went to get coffee,” Key answers as he holds up his Styrofoam cup.
“We have coffee here,” I say and my eyes land on their hands. They’re still holding hands. What the fuck? I don’t get it. How can Key be like this with Minho after spending the whole night with me last night? Granted, all we did was kiss, but still. And Minho spent the whole night cuddled up to Taemin. What the fuck?
“I wanted something stronger. Besides you know I’m not a big fan of drip coffee,” he answers me.
“Whatever, I just don’t see why you need to waste your money going to that coffee shop on the corner, when you can just make your own here.”
“You wouldn’t understand. What do you guys want for breakfast? We have just enough time for me to whip something up real quick,” he finally let’s go of that stupid alien’s hand and walks into the kitchen. He stares into the open fridge, shoving things around, trying to figure out what he can cook in a hurry.
“You don’t have to Kibum-ah,” Minho says as he places a hand on his shoulder.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind.”
“We can just eat cereal or toast.”
“That’s not going to tide any of you over until lunch.”
“We can snack in between.”
“Minho,” he begins, but Minho doesn’t let him finished. He grabs his hand, slams the fridge shut, and pulls him to their room. I can hear the door slam and then the faint click of it locking.
“What’s with those two?” Onew asks, looking in their direction.
“Beats me,” I answer through gritted teeth.
“Is Taemin still in the bathroom?” he then asks, as he turns the page of the newspaper.
“I guess, he’s not out here. I don’t hear the shower though. He’ll probably be out soon,” and sure enough, we hear the door to the bathroom open and out walks Taemin. He doesn’t look as moody as he did early, but that isn’t saying much. His mood swings come and go throughout the day. And if he snapped at me today, I wasn’t going to bite my tongue like I normally did. My mood turned sour once Minho and Key walked into the apartment holding hands.
“Good morning hyungs!” Taemin says all smiles as he makes himself a bowl of cereal.
“Good morning Taemin,” Onew replies, “You seem to be in a good mood today.”
“The shower was refreshing. A good way to start off any day,” he joins us at the table and starts to eat his breakfast.
“Whatever, I’m going to be in our room. Come and get me when it’s time to go,” I get up, not bothering to bring my dishes to the sink, and walk off to my room. When I pass by Key and Minho’s room I can make out hushed whispers. I stop and press my ear up to the door.
“Key,” Minho whispers, “Shh, it’s okay. The pain will be gone soon. Just relax. Don’t fight it.”
I hear a strangled moan come from Key. I only know it’s Key because I’ve burned the sound of his moans into my brain. What the fuck was going on in there? Was Minho raping Key? Sick bastard. I should go in there and beat the living daylights out of him.
“I know it hurts. I know, but it will be over soon. Just bare with it okay?”
That’s it, I’m going in there. I start to turn the knob and then I remember they locked it. No problem, I had a key. I quickly run to my room and grab the key that I had that would open any of the locks in the dorm. Don’t ask me how I got it. I rush back to their room and unlock their door. I’m surprised by the scene that greets me as I enter the room.
Minho was cradling Key who was currently sobbing. What the hell? This definitely was not what I was expecting to see when I opened the door. Not even close, “What the fuck did you do to him Minho?”
He looks up at me, but then quickly turns his attention back to the boy in his arms. He hugs the boy closer to him and continues to whisper into his ears. What was going on?
*~*
I knew what was about to happen. I saw the look in his eyes. He was about to regain a memory. That’s why I pulled him to our room. That’s why I locked the door behind us. That’s why I was holding him tightly in my arms, whispering comforting words into his ears. I didn’t even hear when the door open.
“What the fuck did you do to him Minho?” I hear break the silence in the room. I look up and see a fuming Jonghyun standing at the door.
I pay no attention to him and just pull Key closer. I lean my head close to his and start to whisper in his ear, “I know what you saw. I’m sorry you had to go through that again. I know it was hard for you to have him die in your arms to begin with and then have to relive it in every cycle. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please stop crying.”
*~*
Today was the longest day ever. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Key. He stuck close to Minho the whole day, clinging to him. And Minho was being overly attentive to him as well. Always checking on him, putting an arm around him, giving him random hugs. It was fan service heaven for the minkey shippers out there. It just pissed me off though. Jonghyun looked none to happy about it either. I asked him if he knew what was going on between the two of them, he said he didn’t know. I seriously couldn’t stand seeing them by one another.
We all piled into the van and were headed off to our last schedule for the day. Key and Minho took the very back seats, Onew was up front, and Jonghyun and I were stuck with the middle seats. The only sound in the vehicle was the music flowing through the speakers. None of us wanted to talk. We were too tired or pissed to talk. I glance behind me and see Key’s head resting on Minho’s shoulder. Eyes closed, he must have fallen asleep. Minho was off in his own little world, staring out the window, cell phone clutched in his hands.
I found it odd that how his phone was pretty much attached to him today. I was constantly catching him checking his phone. It didn’t leave his side. He was never like this. I wonder what or who he’s waiting for. It must be important for him to be checking his phone all day. It bothered me that some inanimate object was getting so much of his attention. I’m surprised it didn’t bother Key as well. Key didn’t seem to mind at all.
Just then I heard his phone go off. I turn around and look at him jump as he lifted the phone to his ear.
“Ne hyung?” he said into the phone, a serious expression on his face, “Uh huh… I see… Okay… Yeah… Don’t worry… Okay… Bye.”
Key had woken up when he had originally jumped at the sound of his phone. He was looking at Minho during the short phone conversation. I watch as Minho turns to him and they seem to have a silent conversation before Key turns to the front.
“Manager hyung?” he says once we reach a stoplight.
“Ne Key?”
“I’m not feeling too well. Can you drop me off at the dorms?”
“What’s wrong?”
“I feel like throwing up.”
“Hm, maybe you’re getting what Taemin has.”
“I never felt like throwing up,” I say, “I think he’s faking it.”
“Taemin-ah!” Minho says behind me, “Key isn’t faking it. He’s been telling me all day that he isn’t feeling well.”
“So he’s a good actor.”
“Taemin-ah, what’s wrong with you today?” Onew says from up front, “If Key says he’s not feeling well, he’s not feeling well. He’s not one to lie about stuff like that.”
“Whatever. Believe what you guys want. I still think he’s faking it.”
“Manager hyung,” Key says, obviously ignoring all my accusations, “I don’t need to go to the doctor. I think I just ate something bad. Can you please drop me off at the dorms?”
“I don’t want you to stay by yourself though,” our manager answers as the car starts to move again at the first sign of a green light.
“I’ll stay with him if you don’t mind,” Minho quickly says and I’m not surprised at all by his sudden offer.
“Why should you stay with him?” Jonghyun suddenly speaks up, “What if he doesn’t want you to stay with him? Maybe he wants someone else to be there with him. Who wants to look at an ugly bug-eyed alien when they already feel like throwing up in the first place?”
“Jonghyun!” Onew exclaims, “What the hell is wrong with everyone today? Is it a full moon tonight or something? Is that why you’re all acting like this?”
“You wouldn’t understand Onew hyung,” I answer.
“I want Minho to stay with me,” I hear Key say and again he’s acting like he didn’t hear a word any of us said.
“Fucking A!” Jonghyun raises his hands up and hits the roof of the car before slumping back in his seat.
“Behave yourself Jonghyun,” our manager scolds, “Okay Key, I’ll drop you and Minho at the dorms. Get some rest.”
“Thank you hyung.”
I slump back in my seat as well and pout. This was bullshit. I knew that Key was faking it. He wasn’t sick. He was probably horny and wanted to fuck Minho back at the dorms without having to worry about one of us walking in on them. Well guess what Almighty Key-va, you got some competition. And you better watch your fucking back because I’m not going to lose Minho to you. Besides, who did he spend the whole night cuddled up to? That’s right me. I’m determined to take what’s rightfully mine. And that’s Minho.
I smirk at the American song that suddenly starts to fill our van.
You’re just like poison
Slowly moving through my system
Breaking all of my defenses with time
You’re just like poison
And I just don’t get it
How could something so deadly feel so right
I’m not sure what to do
It’s a catch 22
‘Cause the cure is found in you
I don’t want it but I do
You’re just like poison
My affliction, I’m addicted
I can’t lie
Kiss me one more time before I die
*~*
Once they dropped us off, we pretended to go back up to our dorm, but instead ended up sneaking out the back entrance of our building. Leeteuk called me and told me it was time to go pick up Nichkhun from the hospital. Key feigned being sick so we could get dropped off at the dorm instead of having to go for our last schedule. I was surprised by Taemin though, he almost ruined our plans by saying Key was faking it. I mean he was, but still, since when did he care if one of us faked being sick so we can get out of schedules. I mean we all did from time to time. So why the sudden concern all of a sudden. It looks like I’d have to talk to him again tonight.
It’s a matter of seconds before we reach the hospital, thanks again to being an angel. Leeteuk was waiting for us just outside the entrance. He stood up from the bench and walked over to us.
“Do either of you have some of the elixir?” he asks once he’s close enough so he didn’t have to shout.
“I always keep a bottle with me just in case,” Key responds, patting the bag that hung across his shoulder.
“Good. We need to go now,” Leeteuk says as we all begin to walk to the hospital, “His members and manager will be here soon.”
“I thought you were going to take care of that?” I ask as we walk in and make our way to the elevator.
“Don’t worry. I will take care of it. We need to get Nichkhun first before they get here. If we’re fast enough we can get him before they even reach this block. Now no more talking, hurry up,” our paces quicken.
“Which room?” I ask him.
“295,” he says as he pushes us towards the room and he stops at the nurses’ station no doubt to sign the release forms.
Key and I continue to quickly walk down the hall, trying our best to not give into using our angel speed to get there faster. We find the room without any trouble and open the door. Nichkhun is sitting up in bed watching something on TV.
“Oh Minho, Key,” he says when he sees us, “Good thing you got here now, a couple minutes late and I wouldn’t be here. They’re discharging me today.”
“We know,” I say to him and feel my heart skip a beat at he smile he gives us, “We’re here to pick you up actually.”
“Oh? I thought my member and manager would be picking me up.”
“They were supposed to, but they had to rush to a schedule. So here we are,” Key explains, “I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all, but neither of you can drive. How are we going to get back to the dorm? We can’t walk, it’s too far. I guess we can take a cab, but I don’t have any money on me.”
“Don’t worry, Leeteuk hyung is with us,” I say to him.
“Oh Leeteuk hyung is here as well,” his eyes widen, “Hm, that’s odd. But okay, as long as I can get out of his hospital, I won’t complain. I hate hospitals with a passion,” he says giving a small laugh.
“Are you ready to go?” I ask him, I don’t mean to sound pushy, but we needed to leave already.
“Yeah. I just need to change really quick,” he moves to get out of the bed and I rush over to help him, “Yah! Minho, I can get out of bed just fine. I just overworked myself, I didn’t get hit by a car or something.”
“I know hyung,” I keep hold of his arm as I walk with him to the bathroom, “I just don’t want you to strain yourself further.”
“Always the caring dongsaeng,” he says as he pats my cheek and then disappears into the bathroom, clothes in hand.
*~*
Minho and Key are pretty much carrying me out of the hospital. They’re moving so fast that I can barely keep up. I look down and realize that they are in fact carrying me now. My feet aren’t touching the ground. I wonder what the rush is. Maybe they needed to get to a schedule as well? But if that was the case, I wouldn’t have minded waiting a little longer for my members and manager to come get me.
I look up and see Leeteuk holding the elevator for us, “Hi hyung! It’s a surprise to see you here.”
“Hi Nichkhun, how are you feeling?” he asks as the elevator doors close and we begin our descent.
“I’m okay. Still tired and my back hurts a bit.”
“I see,” he looks at Minho and Key and I feel like I’m being left out of a conversation even though they aren’t talking. Once the elevators open, I feel myself being lifted again and we’re rushing out the door, “What the hurry?”
“We’re on strict on time,” Leeteuk answers as we’re quickly walking through the hotel lobby and then the parking lot.
“Oh if you guys have schedules too, I could have waited,” I look at all of them. They looked so serious.
“It’s not that hyung, we’ll explain later,” Minho says and gives me a warm smile.
“Oh okay,” the next thing I know we’re at a black car with tinted windows. I look behind me, we’re clear across the parking lot. I didn’t know they could walk this fast.
“Get in Nichkhun,” Leeteuk orders me and I do as I’m told. I slip into the back seat just as I see Minho throw my things into the trunk and slide in beside me. Key is already buckling himself into the passenger seat and Leeteuk is pulling the car out of it’s space. Was it just me or were they moving super fast? Maybe it was the drugs still in my system or something? I feel like I’m moving so slow compared to them. I reach behind me to get my seat belt only to find that it’s already fasten around my body. I look at it confused, when did I buckle myself in. I turn to Minho and he smiles at me again. Did he buckle me in? I’m sure I would have felt it if he did. Man, I must be losing it.
“Get some rest hyung,” he says to me, “You look tired. I’ll wake you when we get there.”
“Oh okay,” and surprisingly I am tired. I’m asleep not too long after I close my eyes. When I wake up, I’m laying down on a couch. I look around me and don’t recognize anything in the lightly furnished apartment. Where did they take me? I can hear hushed voices not too far away. I sit up and glance around one more time before I stand up and start to walk towards the voices.
“Give me the elixir Seraphiel,” Leeteuk says as he holds out his hand to Key. What was he calling Key?
“Here Michael,” Key hands him what looks to be an order bottle of water.
“Good. Abaddon,” he turns to Minho this time, “You know what to do I presume.”
Abaddon, that’s the name from my dreams. But why was Leeteuk calling Minho that? Why were they calling each other weird names? What’s going on here?
“Is there really no other way Michael?” Minho looks afraid, I’ve never seen him this way before.
“If there was we would be doing it. I’m sorry to have to ask you to do this, but like I said we need you and Azrael. I’m still searching for Gabrielle and with Semyaza waking up, we need to be prepared. You two are our strongest pair. We need you two to lead us if it comes down to it.”
“I don’t want to see him suffer though.”
“I know, I wish there was some other way, but we don’t have the time right now.”
Wait, were they talking about me? And how did they know the name Azrael? I wanted to get some answers. I needed to get some answers. And now. I walk into the kitchen and stare at all of them. Leeteuk is giving me a soft smile, Key looks rather guilty like a kid who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and Minho won’t look at me at all. His gaze is on the floor.
“What’s going on here? Where are we? What do you plan on doing to me?” I ask them, trying to keep my calm.
“Everything will be explained in just a while Nichkhun. Just trust us okay?” Leeteuk is walking towards me with his hand outstretched.
“No, I want to know what the fuck is going on. And how do you know that name Azrael? And why you just called Minho-ssi Abaddon?” I exclaim as I take a step back, “I want answers!”
“And you will get them, just please you have to trust us. We’re doing this for your own good. We know what you’re going through. So please, trust us.”
“You know what I’m going through? How can you possibly know what I’m going through?”
“Because we all went through it, we’re all going through it. We know about the pain, about the markings, the dreams that seem like flashbacks to a distant life, we know all about it.”
“What? How?” I’m at a loss for words. How can Leeteuk know what I’ve been experiencing the past few months? Did he really go through them? Did all three of them really experience the same thing?
“Trust us. We’re here to help you not hurt you,” I let Leeteuk grab hold of my arm and lead me back to the couch I was sleeping on earlier, “Sit. Relax. I’ll be right back.”
I just nod my head and try to grasp what could be going on. Was I dreaming? I couldn’t be, this didn’t feel like a dream. At least not the kind of dreams I’ve been having. I pinch myself just to be sure and I feel a slight pain when I do so. I wasn’t dreaming. Maybe I should trust them. I mean it seems like Minho and Key trust Leeteuk, so I should too. Besides, if he can answer all my questions about what’s been happening then I should at least hear him out.
I feel weak all of a sudden. I need to lay down again. All I want to do is sleep now. Maybe they’ll let me sleep before explaining everything to me. That’s what I needed. I needed sleep and then I can focus on what they’re telling me. Sleep, that sounds so nice. I feel my eyes get heavy as I curl into the couch.
“Michael!” I hear Minho yell and I smile.
“What?” I hear footsteps and figure Key and Leeteuk are also in the room now, “Shit. He’s weaker than I thought. We need to do this quick. Abaddon, give me your hand.”
“Fuck! Did you have to cut so deep? Geez! I’m an angel, but I can still feel pain!” what did they just do to Minho? Did they cut him? But why? I’m now fighting to stay awake, I want to know what they’re doing. I try to open my eyes, but they’re too heavy.
“I’m sorry, but we’re in kind of a rush here,” Leeteuk says, “Seraphiel the elixir.”
“Here, I put it in a glass. It’ll be easier to get his blood in there,” wait, blood? Who’s blood? Minho’s? What the fuck was going on? I can hear shuffling and the clinking of a glass before I feel the couch start to sag beside me.
“Nichkhun hyung?” Minho says softly to me and I feel his hand come up and brush the hair out of my face.
“Hm?”
“I need you to drink this.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t worry about that. It will make you feel better.”
“Oh okay,” his hand is behind my head now, gently lifting it up. I can feel something wrapped around it. Cold glass hits my lips followed by warm liquid. I open my mouth and allow the liquid to seep down my throat. It burns, but tastes rather sweet. I wonder what it is. Before I know it, my hands are around the glass as well and I’m gulping down the liquid.
“It’s all gone love,” the glass leaves my hands and I feel his arms tighten around me, “I’m sorry my love. Please forgive me, there was no other way.” He places a kiss on my temple. What was Minho talking about? And why was he calling me his love?
All my thoughts are wiped out of my brain as I feel a searing pain run up my back. It felt like someone was dragging a blunt object all over it. It hurt so bad. I knew what was coming next. The flashbacks. I let out a scream as the pain starts to get unbearable. Minho’s arms tighten around me and he’s saying something in my ear. I don’t know what it is, I can’t focus. The pain is too much. I feel like I’m going to pass out. But I don’t. I’m conscious the whole time it happens.
I try to focus on something else. Anything. My mind is grasping on whatever it can find to try to get it off the pain. I finally zero in on Minho. He’s the closest thing to me. I begin to grab onto his shirt and his grip tightens. I’m pretty much sitting in his lap at this point. And then his low voice is pushing through the pain. Whatever he’s saying is incoherent at first, but then it becomes clear.
“I’m sorry my love. I’m sorry. I know it hurts. I know. It will be over soon. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I’m sorry. Just bare with it a little longer. Everything will become clear soon. Just hold on a little longer.”
I want to respond. I want to tell him that whatever he does, don’t leave. I want to tell him how comforting it is to be in his arms while this is happening. But I can’t. I don’t have the strength to respond. So I continue clutching onto him with everything I have.
“Don’t worry. I’m here. It will be over soon. Just a little longer. I’m here. I love you Azrael. Just focus on that. Focus on my love for you okay?”
And finally it becomes too much for me. I submit to my body. I submit to the darkness.
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I look down when I feel his grip on my loosen. He’s passed out. Maybe this was too much. Maybe we shouldn’t have done this. What have we done?
“Azrael,” I say as I shake the man in my arms, “Azrael, wake up. Please wake up.”
“He’s okay Abaddon,” I feel Michael place a hand on my shoulder, “He’s just overwhelmed. Let him rest. We’ll talk when he wakes up.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Have I ever led you astray?”
“No.”
“So let him rest.”
“Okay,” I lay Nichkhun back down on the couch and I stare at him. Soon I will be reunited with my twin soul. I could feel our souls calling out to each other, yearning to be connected once again. I bring my hand up and caress his cheek before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on it, “Rest my love. We will be together soon enough. Just rest for now.”