A YeWon Fic,, 'Love that is forbidden by God' Part 2

Oct 15, 2010 20:08


A Super Junior Fan Fiction

by hecate0o

especially for

you…

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 2 is up! Finally.. i’m sorry for taking such a long time.. my moodswings bring me trouble

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…

Being with him seemed making his time stopped. Forget the reality, forget the dream, forget everything-almost everything except god who always have a way to interfere them. And they owned the world.

That accident…it always stayed in his mind, Jongwoon’s..no, Yesung’s mind. Since that time, he was addicted to his touch, his gaze, his present, his lips… Those lips were unexpectedly soft-unexpectedly he could feel it- and tasted nice, no , so heavenly or hell-ly. That time they just brushed their lips, not go any further, but it already has made him losing all of his senses. That kiss was caused by his unstable emotion state.

Thanks god, he had unstable emotion and thanks for creating him.

Him. His reaper. His drop deadly handsome reaper-maybe, the most handsome reaper in the world.

‘Siwon.'

How lovable that name. ‘Is he a Korean reaper?’ thought Yesung with amusement in his eyes. ‘Is he living in a city look like Seoul up in the sky? Maybe, heaven or hell has many ethnic group and they lives in a different town. Maybe, someone opens a Mc Donald franchise there. I’d like to try how their world’s food taste’

A small smile escaped his serene face.

“Yesung-shi, what are you laughing at?” a firm feminine voice knocked him out of daydreaming.

The smile faded, replaced by a sorrowful eyes.

“I’m truly sorry, great-grandmother, if i distract you. ” his voice was melodious as ever but there’s a hint of sadness.

“Yesung-shi, you should act like your other cousins. You are part of this family. A noble, even you are cursed. You should behave. This is our world, get socialized. In the future, you need those people.” there’s no love or care in her voices.

The hell, i need those people. The only one I need is…

My reaper.

“I understand, grandma.”

“Then, follow me. You should be watched, who knows what you can do when I let my eyes off. Your mom was insane enough for making a shame to this family by marrying an unknown guy. You will not follow her.” She guided him to a bunch of people wearing suits that cost maybe as same as a car.

He looked at her with anger but his lips curved a smile.

I’ll do many things beyond your imagination, and the god always knows.

“I understand, grandma.”

+++

He was walking on the bridge over a ponds at his family’s huge garden. The full moon was mocking at him through its reflection. He throw a rock at it. His mood was in disaster right now. What has happened earlier made him tired. A mental-tired. Talking with his grandmother and other snobby riches had exhausted him.

He jerked his head up to see the moon. It was beautiful as always but something is missing. Something essential. Something that made him adore the moon so much.

It was his shadow.

Today and the last few days, he didn’t see him at all. Yesung knew that he wasn’t capable of  hiding from him. Maybe, the god gave him some detention.

Is that a sin?

God, if I pray ‘let me be with the one I love’, will you make it true?

Then, why you give me this emotion?

I love him

Love.

But, i don’t know if he was real

or just an illusion

created by my wrecked head.

….

Yesung saw his own reflection through the ponds and examined it.

Will i become a reaper if i kill myself?

A random thought that he will give it a ‘Like’ on Facebook. His eyes lit up. It is worth to try. His cracked mind wasn’t function so logically right now and for the rest of his life.

He ran to his bedroom which is facing the garden. He search for something sharp, something that can draw a pool of blood from a scratch. A knife? He couldn’t find it. What else can be useful?

A pen.

It was hard to kill himself with a mere pen and it was painful but he had read a manga that someone in it killed himself by stabbing it to his neck.

It was worth to try.

And, he just had to walk to the pond and make a scenery. He had many advantages  for killing himself. First, he would make the family  become the mock at public. Second, if his calculation was true then he could become a reaper.

And, be by his side…

forever.

The smile crept up upon his face. A serenity, dream, and hope. His hands trembled slightly. He took  a deep breath while sitting in the bridge over the pond. He was thinking of his theme song now. Which song would be the fittest one?

Love or die
'cause I don't wanna live
If I can't be by your side
And I've got so much to give
Love or die
No my heart won't survive
Fight 'til the death
So I can keep our love alive

“Love or Die” by Travis Garland.

He hummed unconsciously. His melodious voice filled the air. Inside the house, unknown to him, her grandma smiled and moved closer enough to hear his voice but farther enough to hide her presence from him.

An angel was singing. The Angel was about to falling. But, neither tears nor regret came out. The angel was falling voluntary, because of love…

He was ready, ready to giving up his life for love.

He closed his eyes. There’s no regret. His hands had clutch the pen, ready to stab himself anytime.  He took another deep breath then counted to three.

1

Well,

2

let’s meet in another world…



I love you

3

Slap!

THUD!

+++

Yesung stared at the god being in front of him. There’s something about his expression that make the singer fell in love deeper if it was possible. He was always appear to be all-mighty in front of him, or so he thought. Wait, did his eyes showing him lie? Was it an illusion or

…is it tear?

Yesung touch the pale face in front of him, only to take the tears.

It felt really warm.  This unknown being could crying! It felt very humane. Then his intuition was right, he didn’t fall I love with any person or any being if he/she didn’t have any emotion.

Those hidden emotion made him fall in love again and again.

Why I keep falling to you? Should I blame it to the gravity?

Seeing this mighty creature in front of him, made him forget about anything he’s trying to do before. It was his power over him. This creature could make him became a dumb.

The suicide plan he thought before was disappear. He didn’t know what else to do unless admiring the creature in front of him. Is he real? Why the god sent him to me? A hundred questions ran in hi thought. Unconsciously, his hands move to the pale face once again. He really needed to remember the softness and the cold feeling from the skin.

“What are you doing here? You’ve been running away from me for 8 days 2 hours 45 minutes. I thought I’ll never see you again.” Yesung closed the silence between them. His almond orbs looked at the tall creature with care and love.

The reaper sighed. His angriness slowly faded away. What would he become if he faced this oddity everyday?

But, he didn’t mind it. He loved this odd guy too much.

“That’s my question. What are you doing here with that thing?” It’s his voice. Yesung has been longing to hear it for some time.

He tried to find a reason. “I wanna write a poem here. Tonight, the sky is very beautiful.” And your presence made this night become the most beautiful night.

“Without a book? Paper?”His voice was amused by Yesung’s bad lie. Can he think any better reason?

“I try to write it on  leaves. You know, back to the nature. I’m a green peace.”

“And you hold no leaf.”

“Then, I write it on the bridge. So, this family will remember me even if I die.”

“I thought you hold no interest at your current family.”

“It is in the past!”

“I know you are lying. I can read your mind.”

Yesung’s eyes popped out. “HUH? YOU CAN? Why don’t you tell me before?”

The reaper sighed again. His handsome face scrunched up. He was sure he will get a headache after this conversation.

“Of course it’s a lie.” The reaper saw the disappointment in the tinier guy’s face. Then that guy pouted. The reaper fought hard to restrain his chuckle. “It is obvious! I saw you gonna…, gonna stab yourself with that pen of all thing!”

The madness was back to him.

“Are you angry?” Yesung tilted his head, looking very innocence.

The reaper wanted to throw anything at him. It drive him mad, madder.

A long silence. The reaper didn’t say anything again. Yesung just watched the expression of the usually-expressionless-but- not-for-now creature. It was amusing. It was a new thing for Yesung to know. It was amazing.

Yesung know this creature was concerned at him. He knew it very well without him showing his expression or say it in words. But, he want to hear those words from the Reaper.

Please simply say ‘I care about you’…

And Yesung knew that he can’t.

Unconsciously, his hand traveled to the reaper’s philtrum, caressed it so slowly. He could feel his breath was raging as same as his. He could hear their heartbeat, something that sound the loudest between their silence. He couldn’t stop their closeness, it feel so natural for them like they were created for each other.

The reaper was the sanest one between them.

He pushed them apart, not caring Yesung would fall backward-actually, his eyes twitched-and took a safe space between them. If he was a human or there’s blood running in his body system, he would blush like a virgin.

“What. did. you. try. to. do. before. I. came?” He emphasized every words, making no reason for Yesung to create another excuse.

“Try to killing myself…”’

“WH-“

“So, I can become a reaper like you and we will live side by side forever.”

…forever

Those word was ringing in this being’s mind, repeating like a magic word. Sure, he loved that idea but seeing him live as a lifeless creature… made him feel sick.

“Why do you care?” asked Yesung bluntly. “It is me who loved you. And you know the saying that love make you blind, make you become an idiot. So, don’t ban me from doing peculiar thing for you, for my love.” He was almost whispering to the air.

Yes, he cared a lot. Yesung knew it.

“Then, if you love…” the reaper almost choked when he said this word. “..m-me. Stop doing suicidal thing.”

“As you wishes…” He replied it automatically.

Another silence.

Why there’re a lot of silence between us?

Both of them drowned in their own thought. Secretly, they took a glance of each other, keeping their best remembrance of the other.

And it is always me who breaking the  silence.

“Siwon…” That name sounded so beautiful with that husky voice.

“What?” The reaper froze hearing that voice. His voice was always wonderful. A gift from god.

“Just love the way it sounds. You have a beautiful name...” He didn’t finished his sentences cause the reaper had gone away.

God, will you let us being together?

+++

A nightmare yet a beautiful dreams, too. And it explained everything. Everything. About the reason he could see that particular reaper, why he attracted to him. He saw his death, too-no, their death.

Yesung wake up from his sleep with irregular breathing. Sweats were running from his entire body. He was shocked. He acted like a guy who get a heart attack.

“God,'” He said to no one. “Now, I know everything. The truth. I understand.”

Tears fell down from his cheek.

“I remember my past life with him.” He gripped the blanket which covering him. “The guy whom I loved, who bring many good memories, whom I spent half of my past lifetime. The guy who killed me and who will take my soul once again.”

He couldn’t believe this. But, he knew that it was real.

“Choi Siwon…”

+++
#angst#angst#angst#love#teukie#

Well done!!!! PART TWO! oh, I’m dying now. I have man college assignment and it is killing me. And my friends, who always give me powers, are busy in their own life. This past months were hard for me. I depressed a lot. I hope everything is going to be all right.

I WANT TO STUDY IN KOREA, so badly. Can anyone tell me how to get enroll at South Korean University with scholarship? My country don’t have a good university majoring TV broadcasting or film-making. And I really don’t mind if I must study in Japan not in South Korea. ^^

See you soon in Part three~ cause it will be too long if I put the rest in this chapter.

I always love comments, reviews, crritics…

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