Angel in Disguise [3/?]
Title: Angel in Disguise [3/?]
Pairing: het!JongKey, broken!MinKey
Rating: R
Word Count: 914
Genre: AU, slight horror, romance, drama, fantasy
Warning: religious themes (heaven & hell), pretty much eroticism
Summary: there is a bet between devils and angels. Gwiboon can be really helpful in making devils win.
PREVIOUS: PROLOGUE (must read!), 1, 2
She was in Seoul again, in the middle of that shopping centre.
She cursed Minho. Again.
He walked away. Again.
She called after him. Again.
He turned to her. Again.
And she drew closer and closed him in a tight embrace. But when Minho flung his arms around her waist she felt a horrible pain shooting through her body.
And that caused her to wake up. Without erasing the pain in her spine.
She groaned and shifted, not sure of how to lay. She rolled over the pillows in her sleep. Her back hurt like hell.
What a nice morning.
Especially when she remembered Minho from her sleep- Minho who didn’t have Minho’s face.
It was Jonghyun. All along.
She cursed loudly and massaged her back with her hands.
She glanced at the pillows that Shindong gave her.
Hello Kitty and Winnie the Pooh.
Well, someone was kinky here.
/
The lessons were rather boring for her. She had a private tutor back in life so she wasn’t used to all those unnecessary people, the feeling of being just one in the mass and being forced to cooperate with them.
Most frequently, in pairs.
With a desk mate. Which always meant Jonghyun.
She’s never been so annoyed in her entire life, everything about the guy was annoying- his puppy face, adorable eyes, sexy grins, sweet voice, manly posture.
Plus, he was just about her height.
She hated guys not taller than her.
When they had a literature lesson and spoke about modernism and had to interpret a poem by Baudelaire in pairs Gwiboon could only think of how-to-get-some-new-clothes. She couldn’t be in the same clothes all the time (including the night), she got sick by a simple thought of being in one dress more than one day.
Good that she had all of her cosmetics in her bag.
She blinked when she heard that deep voice on the left:
-He’s finding beauty in death.
-Who is?- Gwiboon asked, now annoyed for a new reason: interrupting in her thoughts.
-The lyrical subject. He’s finding perfection in imperfect objects. It’s called turpis.
-It’s called stupidity- she hissed, lying her head on the desk.
-It’s not.
-It is.
There was a short pause.
-Look- Jonghyun started cautiously- if you hate me for God-knows-what reason, it’s your problem. But, unfortunately, we’re forced to be together in here and we have to endure it, whether you want it or not.
-Wow, that was so eloquent- she snarled. Jonghyun took a deep breath.
-What is your opinion about the lyrical subject?
She entwined her fingers and rolled her eyes.
-He’ a sick man trying to find something somewhere where it’s not visible or even present. He speaks of beauty describing ugliness, he contemplates something we usually are disgusted with. Call it turpis or just a mental sickness, you can’t find beauty in something that is tremendous and awful.
Jonghyun’s face lit with interest.
-Wow, now that was deep- he grinned.
-Shut up- she cut him off.
-I just wonder what are your thoughts about Beauty and the Beast then.
She shrugged.
-Beauty was a zoophile.
He shook his head in disbelief grinning widely.
Gwiboon mentally slapped herself for blushing.
/
She was wandering about the hall, passing the people by, boring herself to death.
She stopped when she noticed a girl standing at the window, face hidden in her hands, her arms shaking.
She was crying.
Gwiboon, interested in something rather uncommon, approached the crying girl and whispered:
-Are you okay?
And the girl flinched, uncovering her face and showing Gwiboon a look of pure shock.
Oh, shit.
It was Shindong’s girlfriend.
-I… I…- she sniffed and tried to wipe her tears. Gwiboon had no tissues to offer so instead she wiped the tears on the girl’s right cheek with her thumb.
The girl shivered.
-I… m-my boyfriend d-dumped m-me t-today…- she hiccoughed trying to calm down.
Oh holy fucking shit.
-What a bastard- Gwiboon said, her voice full of anger- why would he do that?
The girl lowered her head.
-He… he said he d-didn’t love me anymore… t-that he is f-finally free… oh my God- she sobbed, covering her face once again.
Holy fucking shit of shitness.
-You shouldn’t waste your tears on him. You deserve much better- she patted her arm to comfort her.
-B-but- she shook her head and then the whole body- but h-he even t-took the p-pillows he gave me on our anniversary…
Holy…
-Those pillows are not worth your thoughts, believe me- Gwiboon reassured her, now wanting to escape. It was too much.
-But… h-he even t-took all of my ba-anana m-milk and d-drank it in front of my eyes- she cried out, shaking uncontrollably.
Okay, now that was weird.
Gwiboon took one of the girl’s hands and caressed it with her thumb.
-Bastard ain’t worth you, pretty. You’re beautiful and adorable and I’m sure you’re soon have someone way better than him.
That lit a glint of hope in the girl’s eyes.
-Really?
-Yeah, really. I know about such things, you can trust me- she smiled, mentally cursing herself for even starting this conversation.
But then, the girl said something that made her change her mind immediately.
-You’re new here?
Gwiboon nodded. The girl smiled and said:
-I’m Taeyeon and if you don’t mind we could make a friendship.
And it didn’t matter that she was the reason of the girl’s breakdown. Didn’t matter that the friendship’s proposal sounded as if it was made by an infantine schoolgirl and that- well, Gwiboon didn’t make friends.
All that mattered was the fact that having a girl friend = borrowing clothes.
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A/N: Nananana, I'm enjoying it way too much XDDD And that was like the fastest update in my life o_O
I wrote it all today during two lessons at school ^^''
Just so you know, the poem they're working on is 'A Carcass' of Charles Baudelaire, I LOVE MODERNISM AND ACCURSED POETS AND AND AND WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
I'm always spazzing over them, sorry ^ ^'' lol, today I had an exam from modernism on Polish and I totally forgot about it XD But since I love it so much it took me about 15 minutes to remember all I needed to ^o^
Jjong's and Gwiboon's conversation is nothing deep, that I know ^ ^ And it doesn't resemble my thoughts of this poem in any way.
This chapter is even shorter than the previous one... but short chapters=fast updates *as you can see*.
And since I'm really enjoying to write this, the new chapter shall be here soon ;)
I'm waiting for your comments ^ ^
And waaaah I'm so in love with Vanness Wu newest album, 'C'est la V' ;___________;
I love this guy <3
Pairing: het!JongKey, broken!MinKey
Rating: R
Word Count: 914
Genre: AU, slight horror, romance, drama, fantasy
Warning: religious themes (heaven & hell), pretty much eroticism
Summary: there is a bet between devils and angels. Gwiboon can be really helpful in making devils win.
PREVIOUS: PROLOGUE (must read!), 1, 2
She was in Seoul again, in the middle of that shopping centre.
She cursed Minho. Again.
He walked away. Again.
She called after him. Again.
He turned to her. Again.
And she drew closer and closed him in a tight embrace. But when Minho flung his arms around her waist she felt a horrible pain shooting through her body.
And that caused her to wake up. Without erasing the pain in her spine.
She groaned and shifted, not sure of how to lay. She rolled over the pillows in her sleep. Her back hurt like hell.
What a nice morning.
Especially when she remembered Minho from her sleep- Minho who didn’t have Minho’s face.
It was Jonghyun. All along.
She cursed loudly and massaged her back with her hands.
She glanced at the pillows that Shindong gave her.
Hello Kitty and Winnie the Pooh.
Well, someone was kinky here.
/
The lessons were rather boring for her. She had a private tutor back in life so she wasn’t used to all those unnecessary people, the feeling of being just one in the mass and being forced to cooperate with them.
Most frequently, in pairs.
With a desk mate. Which always meant Jonghyun.
She’s never been so annoyed in her entire life, everything about the guy was annoying- his puppy face, adorable eyes, sexy grins, sweet voice, manly posture.
Plus, he was just about her height.
She hated guys not taller than her.
When they had a literature lesson and spoke about modernism and had to interpret a poem by Baudelaire in pairs Gwiboon could only think of how-to-get-some-new-clothes. She couldn’t be in the same clothes all the time (including the night), she got sick by a simple thought of being in one dress more than one day.
Good that she had all of her cosmetics in her bag.
She blinked when she heard that deep voice on the left:
-He’s finding beauty in death.
-Who is?- Gwiboon asked, now annoyed for a new reason: interrupting in her thoughts.
-The lyrical subject. He’s finding perfection in imperfect objects. It’s called turpis.
-It’s called stupidity- she hissed, lying her head on the desk.
-It’s not.
-It is.
There was a short pause.
-Look- Jonghyun started cautiously- if you hate me for God-knows-what reason, it’s your problem. But, unfortunately, we’re forced to be together in here and we have to endure it, whether you want it or not.
-Wow, that was so eloquent- she snarled. Jonghyun took a deep breath.
-What is your opinion about the lyrical subject?
She entwined her fingers and rolled her eyes.
-He’ a sick man trying to find something somewhere where it’s not visible or even present. He speaks of beauty describing ugliness, he contemplates something we usually are disgusted with. Call it turpis or just a mental sickness, you can’t find beauty in something that is tremendous and awful.
Jonghyun’s face lit with interest.
-Wow, now that was deep- he grinned.
-Shut up- she cut him off.
-I just wonder what are your thoughts about Beauty and the Beast then.
She shrugged.
-Beauty was a zoophile.
He shook his head in disbelief grinning widely.
Gwiboon mentally slapped herself for blushing.
/
She was wandering about the hall, passing the people by, boring herself to death.
She stopped when she noticed a girl standing at the window, face hidden in her hands, her arms shaking.
She was crying.
Gwiboon, interested in something rather uncommon, approached the crying girl and whispered:
-Are you okay?
And the girl flinched, uncovering her face and showing Gwiboon a look of pure shock.
Oh, shit.
It was Shindong’s girlfriend.
-I… I…- she sniffed and tried to wipe her tears. Gwiboon had no tissues to offer so instead she wiped the tears on the girl’s right cheek with her thumb.
The girl shivered.
-I… m-my boyfriend d-dumped m-me t-today…- she hiccoughed trying to calm down.
Oh holy fucking shit.
-What a bastard- Gwiboon said, her voice full of anger- why would he do that?
The girl lowered her head.
-He… he said he d-didn’t love me anymore… t-that he is f-finally free… oh my God- she sobbed, covering her face once again.
Holy fucking shit of shitness.
-You shouldn’t waste your tears on him. You deserve much better- she patted her arm to comfort her.
-B-but- she shook her head and then the whole body- but h-he even t-took the p-pillows he gave me on our anniversary…
Holy…
-Those pillows are not worth your thoughts, believe me- Gwiboon reassured her, now wanting to escape. It was too much.
-But… h-he even t-took all of my ba-anana m-milk and d-drank it in front of my eyes- she cried out, shaking uncontrollably.
Okay, now that was weird.
Gwiboon took one of the girl’s hands and caressed it with her thumb.
-Bastard ain’t worth you, pretty. You’re beautiful and adorable and I’m sure you’re soon have someone way better than him.
That lit a glint of hope in the girl’s eyes.
-Really?
-Yeah, really. I know about such things, you can trust me- she smiled, mentally cursing herself for even starting this conversation.
But then, the girl said something that made her change her mind immediately.
-You’re new here?
Gwiboon nodded. The girl smiled and said:
-I’m Taeyeon and if you don’t mind we could make a friendship.
And it didn’t matter that she was the reason of the girl’s breakdown. Didn’t matter that the friendship’s proposal sounded as if it was made by an infantine schoolgirl and that- well, Gwiboon didn’t make friends.
All that mattered was the fact that having a girl friend = borrowing clothes.
____________
A/N: Nananana, I'm enjoying it way too much XDDD And that was like the fastest update in my life o_O
I wrote it all today during two lessons at school ^^''
Just so you know, the poem they're working on is 'A Carcass' of Charles Baudelaire, I LOVE MODERNISM AND ACCURSED POETS AND AND AND WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
I'm always spazzing over them, sorry ^ ^'' lol, today I had an exam from modernism on Polish and I totally forgot about it XD But since I love it so much it took me about 15 minutes to remember all I needed to ^o^
Jjong's and Gwiboon's conversation is nothing deep, that I know ^ ^ And it doesn't resemble my thoughts of this poem in any way.
This chapter is even shorter than the previous one... but short chapters=fast updates *as you can see*.
And since I'm really enjoying to write this, the new chapter shall be here soon ;)
I'm waiting for your comments ^ ^
And waaaah I'm so in love with Vanness Wu newest album, 'C'est la V' ;___________;
I love this guy <3