A YeWon Fic,, 'Love that is forbidden by God'
Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior,, of course… They belong to themselves or… SM Entertainment
Pair: Yewon
Genre: Angst. AU fic. A bit fluff?
Author’s note: this is part one, I think… I will try to write the next chapter
Summary: he was the cursed child,, her parents and sister were died and he saw the reaper who took their souls,, had a heart disorder,, and he fell in love with that reaper…
It started seven years ago.
A second ago, he was happily playing in the theme park with his family, riding all of the attraction of the theme park except one. He pouted when his sister, father, and mother left him in the front of the roller coaster’s entrance. He couldn’t ride it. However, he was too short for the minimum height of the attraction’s requirement. He was waiting his family patiently. Unknown to him, gray cloud began to cover the blue sky.
And then, a second later, they died.
It was very tragic.
The ten-years-old-boy screamed hysterically. The rail had crashed down, resulting the roller coaster fell down following the gravity. A loud sound came out. All the activities around it, stopped in a sudden. It was purely an accident.
Little Jongwoon ran to his family but he was stopped by the theme park’s employee.
He watched the portrait in front of him in horror. He never imagined it. How things could turn 180 degrees so easily? He knew after this, it will remain as his nightmare. It would become his biggest trauma.
Blood. His father, mother and sister were drowned in a pool of blood. Their arm and legs were in a weird position. No consciousness, he could tell. Their face…, he couldn’t see them, not yet. And later, he hoped he didn’t see them.
No need any doctor to tell him that they were in a critical condition.
Or maybe has died.
Tears started to dwelling up in his eyes. He watched those frightfully pictures with his very-innocent-eyes.
He let out a painful scream, almost making deaf people around him. Now, he was alone in this cruel world. He couldn’t see his mother’s loving-eyes again. He couldn’t hear his father’s advice which sometimes made him get a headache. He couldn’t argue with his witty sister anymore. There’s no one who could embrace him as warm and as lovingly as his family. And he was too young to get this much burden. It was hard to approve this reality. He was too weak
He cried.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!”
The entire of human population’s heart were melting into one. The sadness was spreading up like a virus. Hearing that scream, no one could hold back their tears.
Maybe the angels were crying, too.
He started to see odd things. Human was not supposed to see them clearly. Was he just imagining?
A grim reaper stood between the victims’ bodies arrogantly. He was wearing a black robe. A dark aura was emitting from the reaper. He flicked his finger. Something came out from the unmoving bodies. Something precious. Something holy. Something beautiful. He noticed the reaper sighed then grinned. An evil grin.
He realized it, three seconds late.
“NOO!!” frantically, he screamed. He managed to get out from the employee’s grasp and then ran to the reaper’s side. “Give it back! Give it back! Don’t take them! Don’t take their soul!!”
Some random people caught him before he passed the fence of the attraction, hugged him tightly. He struggled but no use. This eople was too strong for him, for a little child. Tears were wetting his cheeks again. He tried to extend his hand to the reaper.
“Don’t, please…”
The reaper was amused. How could this weakling saw him? Why the god letting this orphan boy saw him?
“Please, don’t take their soul… Take me instead! I beg you…” he begged. His voice was raspy from the screams earlier.
The reaper didn’t answer. In exchange, he walked closer to the boy. Twenty of holy ball which shining like fireflies followed him.
People who hugged the little Jongwoon immediately loosen down his grip.
Maybe, only him who could see the grim reaper but it was clear that everyone got the effect of his presence.
He could hear nothing. An unnaturally silence entered his ear. Of course, the reaper didn’t make any noise but every time the reaper got closer to him, seemed like there was a back sound. His heart was pounding rapidly. A cold air breezed from nowhere, tickled him. He suddenly felt really cold in the middle of summer. His eyes were locked at the black figure in front of him.
Unconsciously, he took a step back.
He couldn’t forget those eyes. Not the eyes which he has imagined before. Full of sadness and regrets. Those black eyes were lack of happiness. The hatred he felt, suddenly disappeared. The jet-black-hair was matched with his eyes dramatically. He couldn’t see the face clearly until the grim reaper stopped in front of him.
Their eyes met. They didn’t say anything. Both of them were drowned in the color reflection of their eyes. They didn’t make any movement. It was silence all-over. Nobody dared to speak. Nobody dared to move.
The boy didn’t know how much time he saw those eyes, admiring the reaper’s face. The creature in front of him was more than beautiful. He was the work of god’s art, of course. He regained his mind again when the man who hugged him was trembling in fear. He felt sorry for the man. He looked at the reaper’s eyes once again.
“It was a promise.” The reaper whispered to the boy’s ear.
And he watched him gone. Like the wind, he didn’t left any trace.
The little Jongwoon was left with nothingness in that foreign place.
It was the beginning.
+++
One year later, he met the reaper again. The reaper took his beloved person’s soul again. It was his cousin, Ryeowook who was two years older than him. He was died in hospital. He was ill. Leukemia, it was the name of his sickness. This time he didn’t feel much sadder. He felt relieved because his beloved cousin didn’t have to feel those pains again.
“Why you took their soul?” He asked.
It was something he knows. He didn’t have to ask to know the answer. It was just he wanted to hear his voice and his point of view.
“It is my fate and their fate.”
And, once again he disappeared.
+++
A few days later, he saw a car accident. The reaper was there. He was collecting souls. He knew he should not say this but he must admit that the sight of the reaper was astonishing. Jongwoon saw those beautiful things which came out from human body again.
Their eyes met. Suddenly the reaper stopped his activity.
“Why you took their soul?” he was asking the same question.
“It is my fate.” Came the reaper’s answer, same as before.
“When will you take my life?”
The reaper was walking towards him after finished collecting the souls. The reaper didn’t answer. Jongwoon froze as the reaper came closer and closer. And then, he disappeared. Jongwoon felt stupid. It seemed he was being teased by the reaper.
+++
One year and six months after that, his grand father died. The same grim reaper took his soul.
“Why did you keep appearing around me?” this question had been bugging his mind for years.
“It is my fate and not my fault.”
The god’s fault then? What the god planned for me?
The now teenager Jongwoon keep his eyes on the reaper. He didn’t blink for minutes, just watching him thoroughly. The reaper stopped in his track. He felt uncomfortable having certain eyes watch him all the time.
“I’m Jongwoon.” He said. The reaper looked at him confusedly. “We have met a few times but we didn’t introduce ourselves properly. Your name?”
The reaper didn’t need any proper detail like human, of course. But, what was this boy thinking? Was he insane?
“Shiwon.” In the end, he answered him.
“Nice to meet you, Shiwon-shi.”
+++
Seven years after his family incident, his name had changed. During that time, he usually saw the reaper do his job. It was his everyday occurrence. Not too special after he had seen so many life taken by the reaper. And now they were friends, or so he thought.
“My name is Yesung now.” He said.
It was in the middle of the night. He felt like to walking around the street, searching for some fresh air. He stopped when he saw the reaper for the xxxth times in his life. A little chit-chat might be able to refresh his heart’s state.
“Why?”
Yesung smiled at the fact that the reaper didn’t ignore him. “To shoo away my bad luck.”
The reaper made a confused face.
“They think I’m bringing bad luck. I’m the cursed child. Everywhere I go, I see people died.”
A serene smile decorated his small face. Full of loneliness. The reaper didn’t understand this. He wasn’t a human. But he could feel any feeling. He had a heart. He almost forgot at first but since he met this boy, he started to feel it again.
It was wrong for a grim reaper to have a heart.
“Why your name is Shiwon?” he asked out of nowhere.
The reaper stayed quiet. He watched the moonlight reflection in the feminine boy’s eyes in front of him.
The reaper sighed. “It was my name when I was a human. Somehow, I remember it.”
Yesung’s eyes got bigger. “You are a human!”
“I was.” He corrected.
“Why did you become a reaper?” The boy’s eyes were gleaming with curiosity. He unconsciously walked closer to the reaper.
The reaper knew this question will come someday. “It was my punishment from god.”
“What?”
“My punishment for killing my lover and myself in the past life.”
“You. did. What?”
The reaper was sighing for the tenth times in the night. Why was he telling this human in the first place? It looked like he became dumber every time he sees this boy.
“A punishment for human who killing someone or themselves is became a grim reaper. It was a punishment. Carrying the past sins while taking human’s soul.” He replied.
“Do you remember your past life?” He asked curiously.
The reaper could see the sparkle in the boy’s eyes when he asked this. “No. Just a bit.”
No need for him to ask further, Yesung could guess it. It must be a painful memory.
The moon was watching them, more precisely, mocking them. It was mocking both of them who were hurt mentally and trying to enjoy the other’s companion. It thought that it was a bit weird to find a human and a grim reaper chatting happily in the middle of the night. The moon was enjoying it, though. It was entertaining. So, the moon presented them its most beautiful light.
Yesung walked closer to the reaper, slowly. He lifted his hand and then he grabbed the reaper arm.
It was real. It was warm.
The reaper instinctively pulled his hand from Yesung’s. He was shocked. He didn’t expect to feel any warmth and touch after became a grim reaper for hundred years. His memories of touch and comfort started to go back.
“They say it will be more relaxing to feel the other’s touch when you’re down.” His voice was trembling. “I thought you were an illusion. I thought you were some type of soul. I didn’t think I can touch you.”
“Yes, I am. The other human cannot touch me nor see me.” He answered.
“You are real. You are not my imagination. You are here.”
Yesung’s eyes were filled with happiness. The reaper didn’t know the reason. Why does he feel so happy about his presence?
Suddenly, Yesung yawned. He was tired. He rubbed his eyes. Maybe, tonight he could sleep unlike last night.
“Good night, Shiwon-sshi! Now, I need my beauty sleep. I shall go home. Sweet dreams!”
The reaper lifted his eyebrow. Such a weird person he is, telling a grim reaper to have a nice dream.
+++
In an empty school hall, he sang. Alone. His voice was radiating through the room. It was a sad song, a song that was directed to god. He sang with a perfect voice. He begged to the god. He prayed. He pleaded. He asked. He sang with all his might.
God, do you hear me?
Tears started wetting his cheek. His song ended. The god didn’t hear him or pretended not hear him? He felt angry. He felt hurt. His heart ached badly. He felt very limp. He fell into the floor. He lied down there. Yesung tried to calming down himself.
A cold air breezed, tickling his hair. A familiar presence came. Yesung chuckled. He didn’t need to get up to see who’s coming. This feeling was too familiar. Too familiar for him after those years.
“Why did you come?” He asked with a rude tone. His arms were covering his face. “I don’t see or hear someone who died near here.”
The reaper didn’t answer. Yesung could hear the sound of friction between iron and the floor. Maybe the reaper was sitting now.
“Did god send you here? Are you his substitute?”
No answer.
“Are you his answer?”
A silence.
Yesung laughed forcibly like a crazy person. His body was shaking uncontrollably. He tried to get up from his position. And then he stood up and faced the reaper. He was in the stage. His position was much higher then the reaper.
The reaper was sitting on one of many chairs.
“WHY GOD MAKE ME GOING THROUGH THOSE MISERIES? WHY GOD KEEPS GIVING ME TEMPTATION? WHAT IS MY FAULT?” He roared. This feeling had been killing him since seven years ago. “I am a weak person. I can’t take all of those trials. You must understand that. WHY GOD?”
He walked down.
“Tell me! Please, tell me! The reason I’m still living is for my family. This life is for them, for my sister. God must know that. So, why he planned to take my life this soon?”
He was an inch in front of the reaper. The reaper was still unmoving like a statue.
“I am sick. Heart disorder. The doctor said my life only last for 3 months. Is that a joke?” he laughed and cried in a same time.
The reaper could not say anything. He could not react. The boy in front of him was too fragile. He could hurt the boy if he said something wrong. He wasn’t a human after all.
“Why did you come? To take my soul? Now?” Yesung gripped his clothes, shook the reaper’s body roughly. He was waiting for an answer.
“No.” shortly he replied.
“Then, when?” He asked. His voice was trembling with fear and despair.
The reaper could feel the warmth of his tears which fell on to his hand. Human were always this warm. He always warm. This warmness made him attached to this boy. It was wrong. He knew this person will be gone someday.
“Answer me…” He pleaded.
“I can’t. It was god’s secret.” The reaper zipped his mouth.
Yesung frustrated. He was willing to know. So, he could prepare the entire thing. He could not leave this world without saying goodbye.
“God! It will make me feel easier if you tell me when I died! So, tell me!” he asked.
Quiet…
“Why you always make me going through miseries? I lost my family at a time I still need them! Then I lost my beloved cousin and my grandfather! People avoided me, thinking me as a cursed child! My grandmother and the rest of my family were throwing me! I get heart disorder! AREN”T THEY ENOUGH
?!” He screamed to god.
“You forget to add ‘meeting a grim reaper and saw many people died’.” The reaper said sarcastically.
For a second, he forgot things he wants to say. Yesung looked at the face in front of him. Certain sadness started to appear in his face. The reaper didn’t know the meaning of it.
“God…” he said softly. “The last thing I want to ask you, why you make me fall in love with another being? Is this misery or a gift?”
He cried unlike before. It wasn’t caused by despair and wrath but sadness and love. Yesung buried his face on the reaper’s chest. He cried badly.
The reaper froze. He didn’t expect the feeling the boy feel toward him was love. He thought it was wrath. How must he react toward this confession? What will he do? He was a grim reaper. He could not receive any affection.
“Why?” Yesung punched his shoulder. “WHY?” He punched once again and lifted his face from the other’s body. “Why of all people I fall in love with you? This love…, impossible.”
His love life having a happy ending was impossible. There was no story about a human and a grim reaper were married and lived happily ever after. You cannot find it in any fairy tales. Maybe, he was the first person who fell in love with a reaper. But, not an ordinary reaper.
“Love…” he said between his cry. “I, …you.”
Yesung touched his face, caressed his cheek. The reaper’s eyes were getting softer and softer. Did he feel the same? Yesung loved the way his eyes looked at him. He loved seeing the reaper surrounded by those holy lights. He loved his voice, the way he’s talking, his smirk, his sighed. All about him made Yesung become an abnormal person.
Meeting the reaper was the biggest gift the god had given to him.
Slowly, he moved his lips closer to the reaper.
Their lips met. It was a tender yet soft kiss. His eyes closed. Tears were running down from his eyes. His arms were circled the reaper’s neck, pushed him closer. It was very warm. They stayed like that for god-know-how-long time.
#angst#angst#angst#love#teukie#
what do you think?
i'm dying for making this one...
is this good?
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior,, of course… They belong to themselves or… SM Entertainment
Pair: Yewon
Genre: Angst. AU fic. A bit fluff?
Author’s note: this is part one, I think… I will try to write the next chapter
Summary: he was the cursed child,, her parents and sister were died and he saw the reaper who took their souls,, had a heart disorder,, and he fell in love with that reaper…
It started seven years ago.
A second ago, he was happily playing in the theme park with his family, riding all of the attraction of the theme park except one. He pouted when his sister, father, and mother left him in the front of the roller coaster’s entrance. He couldn’t ride it. However, he was too short for the minimum height of the attraction’s requirement. He was waiting his family patiently. Unknown to him, gray cloud began to cover the blue sky.
And then, a second later, they died.
It was very tragic.
The ten-years-old-boy screamed hysterically. The rail had crashed down, resulting the roller coaster fell down following the gravity. A loud sound came out. All the activities around it, stopped in a sudden. It was purely an accident.
Little Jongwoon ran to his family but he was stopped by the theme park’s employee.
He watched the portrait in front of him in horror. He never imagined it. How things could turn 180 degrees so easily? He knew after this, it will remain as his nightmare. It would become his biggest trauma.
Blood. His father, mother and sister were drowned in a pool of blood. Their arm and legs were in a weird position. No consciousness, he could tell. Their face…, he couldn’t see them, not yet. And later, he hoped he didn’t see them.
No need any doctor to tell him that they were in a critical condition.
Or maybe has died.
Tears started to dwelling up in his eyes. He watched those frightfully pictures with his very-innocent-eyes.
He let out a painful scream, almost making deaf people around him. Now, he was alone in this cruel world. He couldn’t see his mother’s loving-eyes again. He couldn’t hear his father’s advice which sometimes made him get a headache. He couldn’t argue with his witty sister anymore. There’s no one who could embrace him as warm and as lovingly as his family. And he was too young to get this much burden. It was hard to approve this reality. He was too weak
He cried.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!”
The entire of human population’s heart were melting into one. The sadness was spreading up like a virus. Hearing that scream, no one could hold back their tears.
Maybe the angels were crying, too.
He started to see odd things. Human was not supposed to see them clearly. Was he just imagining?
A grim reaper stood between the victims’ bodies arrogantly. He was wearing a black robe. A dark aura was emitting from the reaper. He flicked his finger. Something came out from the unmoving bodies. Something precious. Something holy. Something beautiful. He noticed the reaper sighed then grinned. An evil grin.
He realized it, three seconds late.
“NOO!!” frantically, he screamed. He managed to get out from the employee’s grasp and then ran to the reaper’s side. “Give it back! Give it back! Don’t take them! Don’t take their soul!!”
Some random people caught him before he passed the fence of the attraction, hugged him tightly. He struggled but no use. This eople was too strong for him, for a little child. Tears were wetting his cheeks again. He tried to extend his hand to the reaper.
“Don’t, please…”
The reaper was amused. How could this weakling saw him? Why the god letting this orphan boy saw him?
“Please, don’t take their soul… Take me instead! I beg you…” he begged. His voice was raspy from the screams earlier.
The reaper didn’t answer. In exchange, he walked closer to the boy. Twenty of holy ball which shining like fireflies followed him.
People who hugged the little Jongwoon immediately loosen down his grip.
Maybe, only him who could see the grim reaper but it was clear that everyone got the effect of his presence.
He could hear nothing. An unnaturally silence entered his ear. Of course, the reaper didn’t make any noise but every time the reaper got closer to him, seemed like there was a back sound. His heart was pounding rapidly. A cold air breezed from nowhere, tickled him. He suddenly felt really cold in the middle of summer. His eyes were locked at the black figure in front of him.
Unconsciously, he took a step back.
He couldn’t forget those eyes. Not the eyes which he has imagined before. Full of sadness and regrets. Those black eyes were lack of happiness. The hatred he felt, suddenly disappeared. The jet-black-hair was matched with his eyes dramatically. He couldn’t see the face clearly until the grim reaper stopped in front of him.
Their eyes met. They didn’t say anything. Both of them were drowned in the color reflection of their eyes. They didn’t make any movement. It was silence all-over. Nobody dared to speak. Nobody dared to move.
The boy didn’t know how much time he saw those eyes, admiring the reaper’s face. The creature in front of him was more than beautiful. He was the work of god’s art, of course. He regained his mind again when the man who hugged him was trembling in fear. He felt sorry for the man. He looked at the reaper’s eyes once again.
“It was a promise.” The reaper whispered to the boy’s ear.
And he watched him gone. Like the wind, he didn’t left any trace.
The little Jongwoon was left with nothingness in that foreign place.
It was the beginning.
+++
One year later, he met the reaper again. The reaper took his beloved person’s soul again. It was his cousin, Ryeowook who was two years older than him. He was died in hospital. He was ill. Leukemia, it was the name of his sickness. This time he didn’t feel much sadder. He felt relieved because his beloved cousin didn’t have to feel those pains again.
“Why you took their soul?” He asked.
It was something he knows. He didn’t have to ask to know the answer. It was just he wanted to hear his voice and his point of view.
“It is my fate and their fate.”
And, once again he disappeared.
+++
A few days later, he saw a car accident. The reaper was there. He was collecting souls. He knew he should not say this but he must admit that the sight of the reaper was astonishing. Jongwoon saw those beautiful things which came out from human body again.
Their eyes met. Suddenly the reaper stopped his activity.
“Why you took their soul?” he was asking the same question.
“It is my fate.” Came the reaper’s answer, same as before.
“When will you take my life?”
The reaper was walking towards him after finished collecting the souls. The reaper didn’t answer. Jongwoon froze as the reaper came closer and closer. And then, he disappeared. Jongwoon felt stupid. It seemed he was being teased by the reaper.
+++
One year and six months after that, his grand father died. The same grim reaper took his soul.
“Why did you keep appearing around me?” this question had been bugging his mind for years.
“It is my fate and not my fault.”
The god’s fault then? What the god planned for me?
The now teenager Jongwoon keep his eyes on the reaper. He didn’t blink for minutes, just watching him thoroughly. The reaper stopped in his track. He felt uncomfortable having certain eyes watch him all the time.
“I’m Jongwoon.” He said. The reaper looked at him confusedly. “We have met a few times but we didn’t introduce ourselves properly. Your name?”
The reaper didn’t need any proper detail like human, of course. But, what was this boy thinking? Was he insane?
“Shiwon.” In the end, he answered him.
“Nice to meet you, Shiwon-shi.”
+++
Seven years after his family incident, his name had changed. During that time, he usually saw the reaper do his job. It was his everyday occurrence. Not too special after he had seen so many life taken by the reaper. And now they were friends, or so he thought.
“My name is Yesung now.” He said.
It was in the middle of the night. He felt like to walking around the street, searching for some fresh air. He stopped when he saw the reaper for the xxxth times in his life. A little chit-chat might be able to refresh his heart’s state.
“Why?”
Yesung smiled at the fact that the reaper didn’t ignore him. “To shoo away my bad luck.”
The reaper made a confused face.
“They think I’m bringing bad luck. I’m the cursed child. Everywhere I go, I see people died.”
A serene smile decorated his small face. Full of loneliness. The reaper didn’t understand this. He wasn’t a human. But he could feel any feeling. He had a heart. He almost forgot at first but since he met this boy, he started to feel it again.
It was wrong for a grim reaper to have a heart.
“Why your name is Shiwon?” he asked out of nowhere.
The reaper stayed quiet. He watched the moonlight reflection in the feminine boy’s eyes in front of him.
The reaper sighed. “It was my name when I was a human. Somehow, I remember it.”
Yesung’s eyes got bigger. “You are a human!”
“I was.” He corrected.
“Why did you become a reaper?” The boy’s eyes were gleaming with curiosity. He unconsciously walked closer to the reaper.
The reaper knew this question will come someday. “It was my punishment from god.”
“What?”
“My punishment for killing my lover and myself in the past life.”
“You. did. What?”
The reaper was sighing for the tenth times in the night. Why was he telling this human in the first place? It looked like he became dumber every time he sees this boy.
“A punishment for human who killing someone or themselves is became a grim reaper. It was a punishment. Carrying the past sins while taking human’s soul.” He replied.
“Do you remember your past life?” He asked curiously.
The reaper could see the sparkle in the boy’s eyes when he asked this. “No. Just a bit.”
No need for him to ask further, Yesung could guess it. It must be a painful memory.
The moon was watching them, more precisely, mocking them. It was mocking both of them who were hurt mentally and trying to enjoy the other’s companion. It thought that it was a bit weird to find a human and a grim reaper chatting happily in the middle of the night. The moon was enjoying it, though. It was entertaining. So, the moon presented them its most beautiful light.
Yesung walked closer to the reaper, slowly. He lifted his hand and then he grabbed the reaper arm.
It was real. It was warm.
The reaper instinctively pulled his hand from Yesung’s. He was shocked. He didn’t expect to feel any warmth and touch after became a grim reaper for hundred years. His memories of touch and comfort started to go back.
“They say it will be more relaxing to feel the other’s touch when you’re down.” His voice was trembling. “I thought you were an illusion. I thought you were some type of soul. I didn’t think I can touch you.”
“Yes, I am. The other human cannot touch me nor see me.” He answered.
“You are real. You are not my imagination. You are here.”
Yesung’s eyes were filled with happiness. The reaper didn’t know the reason. Why does he feel so happy about his presence?
Suddenly, Yesung yawned. He was tired. He rubbed his eyes. Maybe, tonight he could sleep unlike last night.
“Good night, Shiwon-sshi! Now, I need my beauty sleep. I shall go home. Sweet dreams!”
The reaper lifted his eyebrow. Such a weird person he is, telling a grim reaper to have a nice dream.
+++
In an empty school hall, he sang. Alone. His voice was radiating through the room. It was a sad song, a song that was directed to god. He sang with a perfect voice. He begged to the god. He prayed. He pleaded. He asked. He sang with all his might.
God, do you hear me?
Tears started wetting his cheek. His song ended. The god didn’t hear him or pretended not hear him? He felt angry. He felt hurt. His heart ached badly. He felt very limp. He fell into the floor. He lied down there. Yesung tried to calming down himself.
A cold air breezed, tickling his hair. A familiar presence came. Yesung chuckled. He didn’t need to get up to see who’s coming. This feeling was too familiar. Too familiar for him after those years.
“Why did you come?” He asked with a rude tone. His arms were covering his face. “I don’t see or hear someone who died near here.”
The reaper didn’t answer. Yesung could hear the sound of friction between iron and the floor. Maybe the reaper was sitting now.
“Did god send you here? Are you his substitute?”
No answer.
“Are you his answer?”
A silence.
Yesung laughed forcibly like a crazy person. His body was shaking uncontrollably. He tried to get up from his position. And then he stood up and faced the reaper. He was in the stage. His position was much higher then the reaper.
The reaper was sitting on one of many chairs.
“WHY GOD MAKE ME GOING THROUGH THOSE MISERIES? WHY GOD KEEPS GIVING ME TEMPTATION? WHAT IS MY FAULT?” He roared. This feeling had been killing him since seven years ago. “I am a weak person. I can’t take all of those trials. You must understand that. WHY GOD?”
He walked down.
“Tell me! Please, tell me! The reason I’m still living is for my family. This life is for them, for my sister. God must know that. So, why he planned to take my life this soon?”
He was an inch in front of the reaper. The reaper was still unmoving like a statue.
“I am sick. Heart disorder. The doctor said my life only last for 3 months. Is that a joke?” he laughed and cried in a same time.
The reaper could not say anything. He could not react. The boy in front of him was too fragile. He could hurt the boy if he said something wrong. He wasn’t a human after all.
“Why did you come? To take my soul? Now?” Yesung gripped his clothes, shook the reaper’s body roughly. He was waiting for an answer.
“No.” shortly he replied.
“Then, when?” He asked. His voice was trembling with fear and despair.
The reaper could feel the warmth of his tears which fell on to his hand. Human were always this warm. He always warm. This warmness made him attached to this boy. It was wrong. He knew this person will be gone someday.
“Answer me…” He pleaded.
“I can’t. It was god’s secret.” The reaper zipped his mouth.
Yesung frustrated. He was willing to know. So, he could prepare the entire thing. He could not leave this world without saying goodbye.
“God! It will make me feel easier if you tell me when I died! So, tell me!” he asked.
Quiet…
“Why you always make me going through miseries? I lost my family at a time I still need them! Then I lost my beloved cousin and my grandfather! People avoided me, thinking me as a cursed child! My grandmother and the rest of my family were throwing me! I get heart disorder! AREN”T THEY ENOUGH
?!” He screamed to god.
“You forget to add ‘meeting a grim reaper and saw many people died’.” The reaper said sarcastically.
For a second, he forgot things he wants to say. Yesung looked at the face in front of him. Certain sadness started to appear in his face. The reaper didn’t know the meaning of it.
“God…” he said softly. “The last thing I want to ask you, why you make me fall in love with another being? Is this misery or a gift?”
He cried unlike before. It wasn’t caused by despair and wrath but sadness and love. Yesung buried his face on the reaper’s chest. He cried badly.
The reaper froze. He didn’t expect the feeling the boy feel toward him was love. He thought it was wrath. How must he react toward this confession? What will he do? He was a grim reaper. He could not receive any affection.
“Why?” Yesung punched his shoulder. “WHY?” He punched once again and lifted his face from the other’s body. “Why of all people I fall in love with you? This love…, impossible.”
His love life having a happy ending was impossible. There was no story about a human and a grim reaper were married and lived happily ever after. You cannot find it in any fairy tales. Maybe, he was the first person who fell in love with a reaper. But, not an ordinary reaper.
“Love…” he said between his cry. “I, …you.”
Yesung touched his face, caressed his cheek. The reaper’s eyes were getting softer and softer. Did he feel the same? Yesung loved the way his eyes looked at him. He loved seeing the reaper surrounded by those holy lights. He loved his voice, the way he’s talking, his smirk, his sighed. All about him made Yesung become an abnormal person.
Meeting the reaper was the biggest gift the god had given to him.
Slowly, he moved his lips closer to the reaper.
Their lips met. It was a tender yet soft kiss. His eyes closed. Tears were running down from his eyes. His arms were circled the reaper’s neck, pushed him closer. It was very warm. They stayed like that for god-know-how-long time.
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