[FANFIC]: Sins and Feathers Chapter 4
Title: Sins and Feathers
Pairing: Jaebum/Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Junsu is a mute angel who can only sing to communicate. He's been fascinated with the human Jaebum for the longest time and has finally been given the chance to go to earth. As he was warned, devils are out to play, and this will not help Junsu's already shaky relationship with the startled Jaebum.
Disclaimer: I don't own 2PM, or the song 'Flowerpot' by Alex, which is an amazing song.
Wooyoung ordered the gates of the Palace opened, once he had climbed down the tree and had straightened himself up to look as regal as was possible. When he had called over his guards to open the Palace to the apparently wandering musician his servants had looked at him curiously. Wooyoung knew they would never question him, but decided that making a good excuse was in order.
“This is the musician for the Princess’s celebration,” he lied, gesturing towards the man who held his haegeum close and presented a seemingly never-ending smile. “He is…”
Wooyoung trailed off, looking at the man to fill in the blank. Junsu happily complied, with an air of unrivaled cheeriness, even as he spoke in the presence of the most powerful man in Korea.
“I’m the simple minstrel Kim Junsu,” he said, bowing as he said his name. “I’m pleased to be of service to his majesty the King and her majesty the Princess,”
Wooyoung cleared his throat and nodded, signaling for his servant’s attention. They turned to him dutifully, their white, green, and black hanbok’s drifting at their sides in the autumn wind.
“The minstrel and I have business to discuss over the Princess’s birthday, please leave us,” Wooyoung commanded even though he knew that one of his guards would stay behind to make sure he was safe.
“Yes, Jeonha.” The group said, bowing deeply before they walked away to carry out their tasks around the palace. As Wooyoung had predicted one of his personal bodyguards stayed behind, and as Wooyoung beckoned Junsu to follow him on a walk, the tall, well-built guard followed at a respectable distance so as not to intrude.
The beautiful autumn leaves crunched under their feet as the pair walked through the grounds, and the foliage above their heads swayed in the breeze. For a few moments there was silence between them that was relaxed and non-committal. Neither had to speak, so Wooyoung just watched as the unique musician marveled at the golden leaved trees. He never glanced at the palace roofs, or the majestic layout of Wooyoung’s home, but instead found wonder in the nature around him. Wooyoung deduced that this Junsu was a simple man, who would do him no harm.
At least not yet.
“I’m sure you are wondering why I know of our Queen’s dire situation,” Junsu said, looking up into Wooyoung’s face that was staring at him so keenly.
Wooyoung was startled, but almost at once at the mention of his cherished wife he narrowed his eyes.
“Yes, how does an outsider like you know of the Queen’s illness?” Wooyoung asked suspiciously.
Junsu chuckled lightly, his haegeum shaking in his hands as the laughter rumbled through his lungs. His red hanbok glinted in the sun, and Wooyoung marveled at this apparent wanderer’s richness, if not in wealth than definitely in soul.
“I’m no outsider Jeonha,” Junsu said gently. “Why, I’ve known you since your birth! I’ve known this country since my birth, for I was born with it as God saw fit,”
Wooyoung’s eyebrows raised themselves skeptically.
“You are saying the gods created you?”
“Every country filled with humans picture the higher power in their own way, I come from God,”
“That didn’t answer my question,”
“Sure it did, I just did not answer it the way you wanted me too,” Junsu chirped happily.
Wooyoung massaged his temples warily.
“You are lucky I’m a benevolent King who has trained him self to be patient, had this been the former King you were talking to he would’ve ordered your head to be chopped off already,”
“Along with his many concubines and consorts,” Junsu put in. “He could compete with Henry the eighth,”
“Who?”
“Oh you don’t know him, but that’s a good thing,”
Wooyoung shrugged and asked exasperatedly,
“Just please tell me who you are and why you know about my wife?”
“I’m so glad you called her ‘wife’, the formalities are stifling around here,”
Wooyoung realized his slip of the tongue, and hastily tried to correct himself,
“I meant the Queen, as regulations require,”
“Oh, the regulations,” Junsu sighed. But then he grinned and, taking a quick look behind him to check if the guard was looking he patted Wooyoung on the shoulder comfortingly. “Don’t worry, Jeonha, the Queen would love to hear you call her wife,”
“Do you realize I could order your execution after what you just did,” Wooyoung commented.
“I know you won’t,” Junsu said. “You’re not like your father. You are loyal to your wife, you’ve taken absolutely no concubines or consorts, and you treat your only daughter well even though you have no son to inherit the throne,”
Junsu’s face radiated glee and pride as he spoke to Wooyoung, and Wooyoung could not help but feel comforted when he said,
“You are a splendid King, Jeonha,”
Wooyoung blushed a bit but regained his composure, trying to focus on the ground in front of them as they walked instead of the growing heat in his face.
“You are evading the real question, musician,”
“You are not easily distracted,” Junsu said. “But that is a good thing, for I’m an angel, Jeonha, who has come to see you do good,”
Wooyoung whirled on the musician, bewilderment on his face.
“A what? What is an angel?”
“A guardian sent to people by God with wings, but like all humans we are created differently,”
“I see no wings,” Wooyoung snorted. “You must be crazy,”
“Your daughter sees my wings,” Junsu said, nodding to a space in front of them that Wooyoung had not been paying attention to.
Wooyoung looked ahead where his daughter stood with a few of her ladies in waiting. Her hanbok was a brilliant sky blue that complimented her raven black hair that had been pulled back in a traditional knot, and her warm brown eyes were alight in the brightness of the day.
Junsu’s face brightened and he opened his arms welcomingly, moving his precious haegeum to one hand.
“She’s always been able to see my wings.”
Before Wooyoung could say anything his precious daughter was dashing towards them, her ladies in waiting shuffling in vain after her, telling her not to run. Wooyoung was about to put his own two cents in when suddenly his daughter had flung herself upon Junsu, regardless of protocol. Wooyoung’s eyes widened and he gasped,
“Princess!”
His daughter paid no heed and instead looked up into the eyes of Junsu, her body buried within his embrace.
“My angel is here!” she cried.
Junsu held her tightly, ignoring the calls of the guard and ladies in waiting, and only faintly noticing Wooyoung’s shocked face in amusement. He beamed down at the young Princess and said softly,
“How is my Princess Jae-Hwa?”
Junsu liked watching Jaebum sleep. He didn’t know why, but seeing that look of content and peace on the man’s face made Junsu feel calm and serene. Junsu smoothed away Jaebum’s hair, and let his index finger trail lightly down his left cheek. The night was dark but Junsu’s white wings did emit a soft light that glowed upon Jaebum’s face.
Junsu smiled softly, and he sang,
“You come to me from some place far away
My heart trembles, how can I express my feeling?
You stole my heart from the start
And give me an incurable sickness
I want to become a flowerpot. I pray always
I’ll become a flowerpot that sits on your small windowsills
Though I can’t speak or want anything at all
I’ll be able to see you smile and feel your touch once a while
And I’ll be the one gazing at your face as you sleep
You leave me for some place far away
How can I stop my tears from falling?
You had my heart from the start
And made me suffer an incurable sickness
I want to become a flowerpot. I pray always.
I’ll become a flowerpot that sits on your small windowsills
Though I can’t speak or want anything at all
I’ll be able to see you smile and feel your touch once a while
And I’ll be the one gazing at your face as you sleep
I’ll become a flowerpot that sits on your small windowsills
Though I can’t speak or want anything at all
I’ll be able to see you smile and feel your touch once a while
And I’ll be the one gazing at your face as you sleep.”
Jaebum slightly stirred in his sleep, but did not wake up. Junsu could not help but use the tip of his wing to softly caress Jaebum’s cheek. Jaebum did not stir, but simply mumbled and flipped onto his other side. The couch was small, but Jaebum was short enough to fit on the tiny furniture comfortably. Junsu loved it. He always had.
Unexpectedly though Junsu sensed a dark presence and he was on his feet, his wings outspread to shield Jaebum from any harm. The room felt like it was rising in temperature so Junsu was stifling, yet Jaebum’s sleeping form made no move. Junsu knew he was the only one who could feel the other-worldly presence, and it unnerved him. He scooted back to shield Jaebum further, and suddenly a cruel laughter erupted from all corners of the room, penetrating Junsu’s head like a sonic boom.
“You’re trying to protect him from me?” the voice cried bitterly, “You’re trying to protect my Jaebum from me? Oh, that’s a riot you little angelic minx,”
Junsu tried to retort back angrily, but his throat closed up and choked on him. He could not scream and yell angrily, frustrating Junsu completely. Instead a choked growl came out from Junsu’s mouth, and the bitter, cruel laughter increased in volume around him.
Suddenly clawed hands the color of light cocoa shot out and gripped tightly around Junsu’s mouth and waist. Black, scaly, bony wings stretched out to create a foreboding shadow over Junsu’s own. His expression was light but his eyes were murderous and for the first time in a long time Junsu was scared. The devil used one of his razor-sharp wings to slowly run it against the top of one of Junsu’s own. Junsu squirmed and a scream was forever trapped in his throat as the sharp bone cut his feathered wing. Blood began to trail down and stain his feathers, dripping to the hardwood floor with a soft trickle.
“You’ve had that coming,” the devil hissed, his smile deranged and all too familiar to Junsu. The devil noticed the recognition on Junsu’s face. “Yes, you must recognize me since you’ve been watching Jaebum for who knows how long,”
He leaned closer to the trembling Junsu and whispered threateningly in his ear, his hot breath on Junsu’s face making him shiver. His fangs glinted next to Junsu’s ear, his wet gasp inducing trembles along Junsu’s pain-wracked body.
“So you must know I’m not giving him to anyone, especially someone from the place I can never be apart of, because I put myself through HELL to make sure Jaebum would love me,”
Junsu, with unexpected strength, whirled around and raised a mighty fist that glowed gold, and smacked the devil across the face. The devil was not phased and just smiled, his eyes wild. This scared Junsu more than if the devil had reacted angrily. The devil took Junsu’s neck in a headlock and twisted, pushing his weight so they both ended up on the floor. Junsu let out a silent cry, and Jaebum was still resting peacefully above them on the couch. Junsu was relieved he could not hear or see the exchange now taking place, but he was afraid one day he could.
“You know who I am, right?” the devil grunted, pushing Junsu’s face into the floor. “Go ahead and tell me my name, tell me!”
Junsu weakly lifted a hand and using a finger, dipped it in his own blood which had made a pool on the floor. Using his finger as a pen, he wrote out the name of the devil trying to crush him.
‘Ok Taecyeon’ was soon written in blood on the wood below him, sloppy and messy as Junsu’s hand shook.
Taecyeon smiled in twisted triumph.
“Remember I became this,” he gestured towards his hideous wings with something almost akin to disgust. “To make sure he loved me,”
Taecyeon slammed Junsu’s head into the floor and let go of his neck. He got up form the ground and grinned before he disappeared into darkness, his voice echoing in Junsu’s throbbing head.
“And Only Me.”
Pairing: Jaebum/Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Junsu is a mute angel who can only sing to communicate. He's been fascinated with the human Jaebum for the longest time and has finally been given the chance to go to earth. As he was warned, devils are out to play, and this will not help Junsu's already shaky relationship with the startled Jaebum.
Disclaimer: I don't own 2PM, or the song 'Flowerpot' by Alex, which is an amazing song.
Wooyoung ordered the gates of the Palace opened, once he had climbed down the tree and had straightened himself up to look as regal as was possible. When he had called over his guards to open the Palace to the apparently wandering musician his servants had looked at him curiously. Wooyoung knew they would never question him, but decided that making a good excuse was in order.
“This is the musician for the Princess’s celebration,” he lied, gesturing towards the man who held his haegeum close and presented a seemingly never-ending smile. “He is…”
Wooyoung trailed off, looking at the man to fill in the blank. Junsu happily complied, with an air of unrivaled cheeriness, even as he spoke in the presence of the most powerful man in Korea.
“I’m the simple minstrel Kim Junsu,” he said, bowing as he said his name. “I’m pleased to be of service to his majesty the King and her majesty the Princess,”
Wooyoung cleared his throat and nodded, signaling for his servant’s attention. They turned to him dutifully, their white, green, and black hanbok’s drifting at their sides in the autumn wind.
“The minstrel and I have business to discuss over the Princess’s birthday, please leave us,” Wooyoung commanded even though he knew that one of his guards would stay behind to make sure he was safe.
“Yes, Jeonha.” The group said, bowing deeply before they walked away to carry out their tasks around the palace. As Wooyoung had predicted one of his personal bodyguards stayed behind, and as Wooyoung beckoned Junsu to follow him on a walk, the tall, well-built guard followed at a respectable distance so as not to intrude.
The beautiful autumn leaves crunched under their feet as the pair walked through the grounds, and the foliage above their heads swayed in the breeze. For a few moments there was silence between them that was relaxed and non-committal. Neither had to speak, so Wooyoung just watched as the unique musician marveled at the golden leaved trees. He never glanced at the palace roofs, or the majestic layout of Wooyoung’s home, but instead found wonder in the nature around him. Wooyoung deduced that this Junsu was a simple man, who would do him no harm.
At least not yet.
“I’m sure you are wondering why I know of our Queen’s dire situation,” Junsu said, looking up into Wooyoung’s face that was staring at him so keenly.
Wooyoung was startled, but almost at once at the mention of his cherished wife he narrowed his eyes.
“Yes, how does an outsider like you know of the Queen’s illness?” Wooyoung asked suspiciously.
Junsu chuckled lightly, his haegeum shaking in his hands as the laughter rumbled through his lungs. His red hanbok glinted in the sun, and Wooyoung marveled at this apparent wanderer’s richness, if not in wealth than definitely in soul.
“I’m no outsider Jeonha,” Junsu said gently. “Why, I’ve known you since your birth! I’ve known this country since my birth, for I was born with it as God saw fit,”
Wooyoung’s eyebrows raised themselves skeptically.
“You are saying the gods created you?”
“Every country filled with humans picture the higher power in their own way, I come from God,”
“That didn’t answer my question,”
“Sure it did, I just did not answer it the way you wanted me too,” Junsu chirped happily.
Wooyoung massaged his temples warily.
“You are lucky I’m a benevolent King who has trained him self to be patient, had this been the former King you were talking to he would’ve ordered your head to be chopped off already,”
“Along with his many concubines and consorts,” Junsu put in. “He could compete with Henry the eighth,”
“Who?”
“Oh you don’t know him, but that’s a good thing,”
Wooyoung shrugged and asked exasperatedly,
“Just please tell me who you are and why you know about my wife?”
“I’m so glad you called her ‘wife’, the formalities are stifling around here,”
Wooyoung realized his slip of the tongue, and hastily tried to correct himself,
“I meant the Queen, as regulations require,”
“Oh, the regulations,” Junsu sighed. But then he grinned and, taking a quick look behind him to check if the guard was looking he patted Wooyoung on the shoulder comfortingly. “Don’t worry, Jeonha, the Queen would love to hear you call her wife,”
“Do you realize I could order your execution after what you just did,” Wooyoung commented.
“I know you won’t,” Junsu said. “You’re not like your father. You are loyal to your wife, you’ve taken absolutely no concubines or consorts, and you treat your only daughter well even though you have no son to inherit the throne,”
Junsu’s face radiated glee and pride as he spoke to Wooyoung, and Wooyoung could not help but feel comforted when he said,
“You are a splendid King, Jeonha,”
Wooyoung blushed a bit but regained his composure, trying to focus on the ground in front of them as they walked instead of the growing heat in his face.
“You are evading the real question, musician,”
“You are not easily distracted,” Junsu said. “But that is a good thing, for I’m an angel, Jeonha, who has come to see you do good,”
Wooyoung whirled on the musician, bewilderment on his face.
“A what? What is an angel?”
“A guardian sent to people by God with wings, but like all humans we are created differently,”
“I see no wings,” Wooyoung snorted. “You must be crazy,”
“Your daughter sees my wings,” Junsu said, nodding to a space in front of them that Wooyoung had not been paying attention to.
Wooyoung looked ahead where his daughter stood with a few of her ladies in waiting. Her hanbok was a brilliant sky blue that complimented her raven black hair that had been pulled back in a traditional knot, and her warm brown eyes were alight in the brightness of the day.
Junsu’s face brightened and he opened his arms welcomingly, moving his precious haegeum to one hand.
“She’s always been able to see my wings.”
Before Wooyoung could say anything his precious daughter was dashing towards them, her ladies in waiting shuffling in vain after her, telling her not to run. Wooyoung was about to put his own two cents in when suddenly his daughter had flung herself upon Junsu, regardless of protocol. Wooyoung’s eyes widened and he gasped,
“Princess!”
His daughter paid no heed and instead looked up into the eyes of Junsu, her body buried within his embrace.
“My angel is here!” she cried.
Junsu held her tightly, ignoring the calls of the guard and ladies in waiting, and only faintly noticing Wooyoung’s shocked face in amusement. He beamed down at the young Princess and said softly,
“How is my Princess Jae-Hwa?”
Junsu liked watching Jaebum sleep. He didn’t know why, but seeing that look of content and peace on the man’s face made Junsu feel calm and serene. Junsu smoothed away Jaebum’s hair, and let his index finger trail lightly down his left cheek. The night was dark but Junsu’s white wings did emit a soft light that glowed upon Jaebum’s face.
Junsu smiled softly, and he sang,
“You come to me from some place far away
My heart trembles, how can I express my feeling?
You stole my heart from the start
And give me an incurable sickness
I want to become a flowerpot. I pray always
I’ll become a flowerpot that sits on your small windowsills
Though I can’t speak or want anything at all
I’ll be able to see you smile and feel your touch once a while
And I’ll be the one gazing at your face as you sleep
You leave me for some place far away
How can I stop my tears from falling?
You had my heart from the start
And made me suffer an incurable sickness
I want to become a flowerpot. I pray always.
I’ll become a flowerpot that sits on your small windowsills
Though I can’t speak or want anything at all
I’ll be able to see you smile and feel your touch once a while
And I’ll be the one gazing at your face as you sleep
I’ll become a flowerpot that sits on your small windowsills
Though I can’t speak or want anything at all
I’ll be able to see you smile and feel your touch once a while
And I’ll be the one gazing at your face as you sleep.”
Jaebum slightly stirred in his sleep, but did not wake up. Junsu could not help but use the tip of his wing to softly caress Jaebum’s cheek. Jaebum did not stir, but simply mumbled and flipped onto his other side. The couch was small, but Jaebum was short enough to fit on the tiny furniture comfortably. Junsu loved it. He always had.
Unexpectedly though Junsu sensed a dark presence and he was on his feet, his wings outspread to shield Jaebum from any harm. The room felt like it was rising in temperature so Junsu was stifling, yet Jaebum’s sleeping form made no move. Junsu knew he was the only one who could feel the other-worldly presence, and it unnerved him. He scooted back to shield Jaebum further, and suddenly a cruel laughter erupted from all corners of the room, penetrating Junsu’s head like a sonic boom.
“You’re trying to protect him from me?” the voice cried bitterly, “You’re trying to protect my Jaebum from me? Oh, that’s a riot you little angelic minx,”
Junsu tried to retort back angrily, but his throat closed up and choked on him. He could not scream and yell angrily, frustrating Junsu completely. Instead a choked growl came out from Junsu’s mouth, and the bitter, cruel laughter increased in volume around him.
Suddenly clawed hands the color of light cocoa shot out and gripped tightly around Junsu’s mouth and waist. Black, scaly, bony wings stretched out to create a foreboding shadow over Junsu’s own. His expression was light but his eyes were murderous and for the first time in a long time Junsu was scared. The devil used one of his razor-sharp wings to slowly run it against the top of one of Junsu’s own. Junsu squirmed and a scream was forever trapped in his throat as the sharp bone cut his feathered wing. Blood began to trail down and stain his feathers, dripping to the hardwood floor with a soft trickle.
“You’ve had that coming,” the devil hissed, his smile deranged and all too familiar to Junsu. The devil noticed the recognition on Junsu’s face. “Yes, you must recognize me since you’ve been watching Jaebum for who knows how long,”
He leaned closer to the trembling Junsu and whispered threateningly in his ear, his hot breath on Junsu’s face making him shiver. His fangs glinted next to Junsu’s ear, his wet gasp inducing trembles along Junsu’s pain-wracked body.
“So you must know I’m not giving him to anyone, especially someone from the place I can never be apart of, because I put myself through HELL to make sure Jaebum would love me,”
Junsu, with unexpected strength, whirled around and raised a mighty fist that glowed gold, and smacked the devil across the face. The devil was not phased and just smiled, his eyes wild. This scared Junsu more than if the devil had reacted angrily. The devil took Junsu’s neck in a headlock and twisted, pushing his weight so they both ended up on the floor. Junsu let out a silent cry, and Jaebum was still resting peacefully above them on the couch. Junsu was relieved he could not hear or see the exchange now taking place, but he was afraid one day he could.
“You know who I am, right?” the devil grunted, pushing Junsu’s face into the floor. “Go ahead and tell me my name, tell me!”
Junsu weakly lifted a hand and using a finger, dipped it in his own blood which had made a pool on the floor. Using his finger as a pen, he wrote out the name of the devil trying to crush him.
‘Ok Taecyeon’ was soon written in blood on the wood below him, sloppy and messy as Junsu’s hand shook.
Taecyeon smiled in twisted triumph.
“Remember I became this,” he gestured towards his hideous wings with something almost akin to disgust. “To make sure he loved me,”
Taecyeon slammed Junsu’s head into the floor and let go of his neck. He got up form the ground and grinned before he disappeared into darkness, his voice echoing in Junsu’s throbbing head.
“And Only Me.”