Dawn of Shadows 1/?
The city sat still in the fog of early morning, streets vacant of bumper-to-bumper traffic and foul pollution. The dark sidewalks were void of the determined joggers. The sun still hadn’t risen from the horizon and the clouds colored the sky a light grey hue.
The only light came from the fading streetlamps and the occasional set of car headlights.
Junsu was bundled up in a red coat that wasn’t thick enough for the chilly morning as he rode his bike down the shadowy concrete.
He kind of liked the thought of being alone sometimes; feeling as if he was the only person on this planet. Just a taste of freedom and adventure at the tip of his tongue- he clenched his jaw as he made a leisure turn to the right.
Those types of things don’t fall out of the sky anymore, not since Junsu had enrolled into university. Most of his days consisted of piles of homework, endless studying, and his escape, soccer. Somehow throw social life into the mix and he was managing, for now.
It was nothing Kim Junsu couldn’t handle. He would just have to live with it.
Yoochun flicked his last cigarette bud into the black street in front of him and watched it roll under a parked car. He rubbed his battered shoes against the rough tar, scratching up the bottom surface even more.
The morning chill was colder than usual, much to Yoochun’s dismay. He loved the cold, as he was king of blasting the AC in his room, but nature wasn’t his best friend and he’d rather kick it in the behind, if that was possible. Not to mention that he had a mind blowing headache at the moment. No control of his predicament made him slightly agitated.
An icy breeze rolled through the silent alleyway, causing him to shiver violently. The young man hunched over even further and curled his head into his knees, huffing. The position didn’t hold for long as a distant shout caught Yoochun’s attention and he lifted his head to see who was making such a racket.
A faint smile settled on his lips.
“Well, it’s good seeing you on this beautiful morning.”
Junsu rolled his eyes as he rolled to a halt on the curb. “I can’t help that I’m allergic to the cold.”
“Who are you? Pyro’s cousin? Actually, I can kind of see it the more I think about it. You’re both pretty hotheaded.”
“Shut up,” the brunette chuckled before nudging his head behind him. “Come on before we’re late Mister-I-Prefer-To-Sleep-On-The-Streets.”
Now it was Yoochun’s turn to roll his eyes as he stood up from his crooked position, stumbling slightly. Junsu jerked in motion to help but Yoochun raised a hand to assure him he was fine. “Just a headache; I’m good, I’m good.”
Junsu didn’t believe him-he hardly ever did-but he chose not to press either way. “Alright… let’s go.”
Why Yoochun wouldn’t ride his own bike to school, Junsu didn’t know, but then again, there was nothing Park Yoochun could do that surprised Junsu anymore. Of course, the first time Junsu got an urgent call from his friend’s mom about her son missing, Junsu searched for about thirty minutes until he found Yoochun sleeping in the playground at the park.
Everyone was livid, but Yoochun simply responded with, “I just felt like sleeping in the park.”
Junsu was probably the only person who had accepted that weird habit.
Jaejoong was having a rather interesting morning. The coffee maker was broken and his roommate was nowhere in sight. Again.
He slammed the pot on the table. “Ugh, I’m going to kill that son of a-!”
Knocks at the door may have cut off his words, but Jaejoong still felt like punching something. He pushed the pot into the sink before stomping over to the door to see who would come here of all places at this time of the day. Probably the clerk at the desk in the lobby telling them that someone spray-painted the cars in the parking lot again.
Or Yunho.
“Hello,” the tall man smiled brightly and Jaejoong could only sigh to mask his anger.
“Yun, what are you doing here?” he asked, dismissing the greeting.
In return, Yunho dismissed his question and stepped inside, heading straight for the kitchen. “Heard your coffee pot was broken- Jisung called me,” he chuckled at the flared expression on Jaejoong’s face. Luckily for him and the neighbors, Jaejoong decided to keep his words to himself and he headed for his bedroom to most likely put on his favorite Hello Kitty sweater which kept him calm.
Yunho had known Jaejoong since high school, but they never spoken until graduation. They just weren’t apart of the same crew then but Yunho decided to lose the glasses for a night and Jaejoong was slightly tipsy. Yunho will never forget how crazy that conversation went. Jaejoong made him pinky promise to never repeat that night to him too.
Of course, blackmail never came in handy before, and Jaejoong had no choice but to keep they’re promise through a kiss. Yunho never told him he was just kidding though, but they’re still together so it didn’t matter.
“You must really love those gloves, huh?” Yunho looked up from poking at the coffee maker to see Jaejoong, sporting his Hello Kitty sweater, trying to put on his favorite leather boots. Yunho held back a nervous laugh.
“Yeah, they’re comfortable. And it’s been pretty chilly lately.” He left his eyes advert back to the object at hand and tried to ignore the rising heat in his body.
“I’m really starting to hate this weather. It’s so bipolar.” Jaejoong walked over and stood next to his boyfriend, resting his arm on the counter. Yunho simply nodded with a small smile. He kept himself preoccupied, hoping to give the impression that he was busy. That was until he felt a finger dig into his cheek.
“Jaejoong!” He jumped, grabbing the other’s wrist by reflex.
The latter merely cocked an eyebrow. “You’re so weird lately,” he stated before yawning and drawing his hand back. “I’m heading to class. Gotta snag my seat back from that Junsu kid. I don’t know why he thinks he can just get whatever he wants in this world. Not like he’s a superhero or anything.”
Yunho grinned at that comment. “Don’t be so mean, Jaejoong.”
“I’m not; just honest,” for the first time that morning, Jaejoong smiled.
The library sofas sufficed for the night for Changmin as he patted his wrinkled clothes down. He twisted his neck around to get the cranks out of his neck and other places before stretching out his long limbs.
All-nighter study sessions were starting to become a daily routine, and the library was becoming his new bedroom. Not that he minded. Home wasn’t really home lately. Changmin slumped against the couch.
The sleeping bags on the floor were all empty except for one-the person was still sleeping.
Maybe he should wake the person up. It was almost eight in the morning and some classes were about to start. Which reminded the student; he had an eight o’clock class to get to himself. Groaning at the aches in his back, he gathered all his books and papers up and shoved them into his bag. He made sure to give the lone sleeper a few nudges in the gut before running off to his class.
Jaejoong was in the middle of drawing in his textbook when a flailing hand blocked his vision. He pulled back with a hard scowl at the offender. “Excuse you, Junsu.”
“Just thought I’d say ‘morning’ to my desk but you were in the way. Sorry.” He took the next seat over.
“Ah ha, what a terrible joke,” Jaejoong laughed regardless. Junsu had always been the king of bad humor in his eyes. Others found it embarrassing-Jaejoong just thought it’s adorable. “Besides, this is my desk; even has my name is on it.” And he raised his book in the air and pointed in the upper right corner. Junsu leaned over to get a glimpse at whatever his classmate was pointing at.
Sure enough, it the corner was the name ‘Jaejoong’ carved in two messy characters. Junsu gaped. “You just did that today, you vandalize-r.”
Jaejoong choked. “What? Did not! And that’s not even a word!” He pushed the other back into his seat.
Changmin quirked a brow as he stepped into the room, bemused by the antics of Kim Junsu and Kim Jaejoong. Most of the time he couldn’t tell whether they hated each other or were just really good friends. Nevertheless, they were rowdy and the last time he was partnered with the both of them, he was too freaked out to even speak. He assumed they’d both hate his guts by the end of the project since he barely contributed, but Jaejoong always waved at him in the hallway and Junsu occasionally greeted him from time-to-time when he was by himself.
Changmin skittered over to his desk that was in the back of the class and decided to get prepared for class. Hopefully those two won’t piss off the teacher again and get class to end early.
He smiled wider. He put his money on the pair giving the teacher another headache.
Junsu scowled as he closed the door to the classroom and glanced toward Jaejoong who now stood leaning against the wall.
“Why can’t you just admit that you’re wrong?” the low voice was hinted with amusement, but the younger boy ignored it.
“Because I’m not wrong- the answer to that question was two. That professor didn’t know what she was talking about.” He proclaimed calmly, and waved him away as he started to walk down the long hall. “We weren’t even in there ten minutes- I’m gonna go to the library.”
Jaejoong watched him before his gaze darted to the door. He shrugged and headed the other way, toward the stairs that led to the roof. He needed to hone his lock picking skills anyway.
Five minutes later, the teacher opened the door to scold them, but only turned into a spluttering mess when they weren’t even there.
To his surprise, he didn’t even need to break the lock that had secured him from high freedom- the door was already open, lock nowhere in sight.
He shrugged and nudged the door open with his foot, head darting around it to make sure it wasn’t maintenance or some form of security. His nose picked up the firm smell of cigarette smoke and he followed the stench to a generator over by the right side.
He grinned.
“Yoochun- fancy meeting you here.” He sat down close to him and bummed a cigarette, lighting it with the end of his best friend’s own.
“I just felt like skipping class and coming up here. Don’t you dare tell Junsu.”
Jaejoong chuckled deeply. “Don’t worry, we got kicked out again anyway.”
“What happened?” Yoochun asked, not really curious as he leaned against the older man, asking for body heat.
“The professor got mad when he kept telling her she was wrong about her equations. She even worked out, but you know how stubborn Junsu is.”
“Then why are you out here then?”
“After that, he wouldn’t let the subject drop, so I told him to shut up. We ended up arguing and she put us out. We were supposed to wait for her to come talk to us, but Junsu just decided to leave and I was not about to stand around.” Jaejoong inhaled sharply and blew out white smoke.
“Ah, that explains it. I still can’t understand why you two don’t get along.”
“I don’t either; we just end up bickering. At least we provide entertainment. That Changmin kid was laughing so hard he was practically snorting.”
Yoochun finished his cigarette and smiled. He tossed it on the ground and stomped with his foot, then did the same when Jaejoong threw his as well.
The older man stood up and breathed deeply, bending his body at the waist to run his hand over Yoochun’s dark strands of chocolate brown.
“See you later Chun; I’m going to go see if I can find Yunho. He’s probably in the gym.”
Yoochun grinned slyly, turning his head into the touch. “Just don’t jump him; I know how you can’t resist him when he’s all hot and sweaty-“
Jaejoong returned the smile and stuck out his tongue, winking. “Who says I want to-“
Junsu’s frown turned borderline pout deepened as he skimmed the shelves in the back of the library, determined to ignore the urge to curl up in one of those comfy looking chairs next to the entrance and bask in the sunlight streaming in from the large windows.
He knew that if he tried to do that, he would toss and turn and be even more uncomfortable, and probably end up in an awkward position that people would stare at him for. He rolled his eyes.
The man was beyond bored, and maybe if his professor knew how to teach he could be learning right now instead of pacing endless library shelves with no intention of picking up a book.
His feet rounded a corner, but his shoe scuffed the carpet, making him trip forward and fall flat into a large, tall book shelf. He made a sound of surprise, then one of hurt as he brought a hand to his nose. Son of a-
The palm of his hand felt hot against his skin and he looked down at it, almost shouting out in shock-
An emerald green light encased his whole hand and part of his wrist and as he looked around, he noticed a similar force up above him. The pulsing light looked like a mix of green and blue, and the surface was smooth. He could see through it; tons of heavy books and tomes were being supported by thin air. Had they been about to crash on top of him?
He stared down at his hand again, awe spreading through him like wildfire.
Across the lawn, dark bluish grey eyes watched him with fascination as he moved up off the floor, waving his hand to try to get the light surrounding him to go away.
He smirked. Well- this just got interesting.
-TBC-
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The only light came from the fading streetlamps and the occasional set of car headlights.
Junsu was bundled up in a red coat that wasn’t thick enough for the chilly morning as he rode his bike down the shadowy concrete.
He kind of liked the thought of being alone sometimes; feeling as if he was the only person on this planet. Just a taste of freedom and adventure at the tip of his tongue- he clenched his jaw as he made a leisure turn to the right.
Those types of things don’t fall out of the sky anymore, not since Junsu had enrolled into university. Most of his days consisted of piles of homework, endless studying, and his escape, soccer. Somehow throw social life into the mix and he was managing, for now.
It was nothing Kim Junsu couldn’t handle. He would just have to live with it.
Yoochun flicked his last cigarette bud into the black street in front of him and watched it roll under a parked car. He rubbed his battered shoes against the rough tar, scratching up the bottom surface even more.
The morning chill was colder than usual, much to Yoochun’s dismay. He loved the cold, as he was king of blasting the AC in his room, but nature wasn’t his best friend and he’d rather kick it in the behind, if that was possible. Not to mention that he had a mind blowing headache at the moment. No control of his predicament made him slightly agitated.
An icy breeze rolled through the silent alleyway, causing him to shiver violently. The young man hunched over even further and curled his head into his knees, huffing. The position didn’t hold for long as a distant shout caught Yoochun’s attention and he lifted his head to see who was making such a racket.
A faint smile settled on his lips.
“Well, it’s good seeing you on this beautiful morning.”
Junsu rolled his eyes as he rolled to a halt on the curb. “I can’t help that I’m allergic to the cold.”
“Who are you? Pyro’s cousin? Actually, I can kind of see it the more I think about it. You’re both pretty hotheaded.”
“Shut up,” the brunette chuckled before nudging his head behind him. “Come on before we’re late Mister-I-Prefer-To-Sleep-On-The-Streets.”
Now it was Yoochun’s turn to roll his eyes as he stood up from his crooked position, stumbling slightly. Junsu jerked in motion to help but Yoochun raised a hand to assure him he was fine. “Just a headache; I’m good, I’m good.”
Junsu didn’t believe him-he hardly ever did-but he chose not to press either way. “Alright… let’s go.”
Why Yoochun wouldn’t ride his own bike to school, Junsu didn’t know, but then again, there was nothing Park Yoochun could do that surprised Junsu anymore. Of course, the first time Junsu got an urgent call from his friend’s mom about her son missing, Junsu searched for about thirty minutes until he found Yoochun sleeping in the playground at the park.
Everyone was livid, but Yoochun simply responded with, “I just felt like sleeping in the park.”
Junsu was probably the only person who had accepted that weird habit.
Jaejoong was having a rather interesting morning. The coffee maker was broken and his roommate was nowhere in sight. Again.
He slammed the pot on the table. “Ugh, I’m going to kill that son of a-!”
Knocks at the door may have cut off his words, but Jaejoong still felt like punching something. He pushed the pot into the sink before stomping over to the door to see who would come here of all places at this time of the day. Probably the clerk at the desk in the lobby telling them that someone spray-painted the cars in the parking lot again.
Or Yunho.
“Hello,” the tall man smiled brightly and Jaejoong could only sigh to mask his anger.
“Yun, what are you doing here?” he asked, dismissing the greeting.
In return, Yunho dismissed his question and stepped inside, heading straight for the kitchen. “Heard your coffee pot was broken- Jisung called me,” he chuckled at the flared expression on Jaejoong’s face. Luckily for him and the neighbors, Jaejoong decided to keep his words to himself and he headed for his bedroom to most likely put on his favorite Hello Kitty sweater which kept him calm.
Yunho had known Jaejoong since high school, but they never spoken until graduation. They just weren’t apart of the same crew then but Yunho decided to lose the glasses for a night and Jaejoong was slightly tipsy. Yunho will never forget how crazy that conversation went. Jaejoong made him pinky promise to never repeat that night to him too.
Of course, blackmail never came in handy before, and Jaejoong had no choice but to keep they’re promise through a kiss. Yunho never told him he was just kidding though, but they’re still together so it didn’t matter.
“You must really love those gloves, huh?” Yunho looked up from poking at the coffee maker to see Jaejoong, sporting his Hello Kitty sweater, trying to put on his favorite leather boots. Yunho held back a nervous laugh.
“Yeah, they’re comfortable. And it’s been pretty chilly lately.” He left his eyes advert back to the object at hand and tried to ignore the rising heat in his body.
“I’m really starting to hate this weather. It’s so bipolar.” Jaejoong walked over and stood next to his boyfriend, resting his arm on the counter. Yunho simply nodded with a small smile. He kept himself preoccupied, hoping to give the impression that he was busy. That was until he felt a finger dig into his cheek.
“Jaejoong!” He jumped, grabbing the other’s wrist by reflex.
The latter merely cocked an eyebrow. “You’re so weird lately,” he stated before yawning and drawing his hand back. “I’m heading to class. Gotta snag my seat back from that Junsu kid. I don’t know why he thinks he can just get whatever he wants in this world. Not like he’s a superhero or anything.”
Yunho grinned at that comment. “Don’t be so mean, Jaejoong.”
“I’m not; just honest,” for the first time that morning, Jaejoong smiled.
The library sofas sufficed for the night for Changmin as he patted his wrinkled clothes down. He twisted his neck around to get the cranks out of his neck and other places before stretching out his long limbs.
All-nighter study sessions were starting to become a daily routine, and the library was becoming his new bedroom. Not that he minded. Home wasn’t really home lately. Changmin slumped against the couch.
The sleeping bags on the floor were all empty except for one-the person was still sleeping.
Maybe he should wake the person up. It was almost eight in the morning and some classes were about to start. Which reminded the student; he had an eight o’clock class to get to himself. Groaning at the aches in his back, he gathered all his books and papers up and shoved them into his bag. He made sure to give the lone sleeper a few nudges in the gut before running off to his class.
Jaejoong was in the middle of drawing in his textbook when a flailing hand blocked his vision. He pulled back with a hard scowl at the offender. “Excuse you, Junsu.”
“Just thought I’d say ‘morning’ to my desk but you were in the way. Sorry.” He took the next seat over.
“Ah ha, what a terrible joke,” Jaejoong laughed regardless. Junsu had always been the king of bad humor in his eyes. Others found it embarrassing-Jaejoong just thought it’s adorable. “Besides, this is my desk; even has my name is on it.” And he raised his book in the air and pointed in the upper right corner. Junsu leaned over to get a glimpse at whatever his classmate was pointing at.
Sure enough, it the corner was the name ‘Jaejoong’ carved in two messy characters. Junsu gaped. “You just did that today, you vandalize-r.”
Jaejoong choked. “What? Did not! And that’s not even a word!” He pushed the other back into his seat.
Changmin quirked a brow as he stepped into the room, bemused by the antics of Kim Junsu and Kim Jaejoong. Most of the time he couldn’t tell whether they hated each other or were just really good friends. Nevertheless, they were rowdy and the last time he was partnered with the both of them, he was too freaked out to even speak. He assumed they’d both hate his guts by the end of the project since he barely contributed, but Jaejoong always waved at him in the hallway and Junsu occasionally greeted him from time-to-time when he was by himself.
Changmin skittered over to his desk that was in the back of the class and decided to get prepared for class. Hopefully those two won’t piss off the teacher again and get class to end early.
He smiled wider. He put his money on the pair giving the teacher another headache.
Junsu scowled as he closed the door to the classroom and glanced toward Jaejoong who now stood leaning against the wall.
“Why can’t you just admit that you’re wrong?” the low voice was hinted with amusement, but the younger boy ignored it.
“Because I’m not wrong- the answer to that question was two. That professor didn’t know what she was talking about.” He proclaimed calmly, and waved him away as he started to walk down the long hall. “We weren’t even in there ten minutes- I’m gonna go to the library.”
Jaejoong watched him before his gaze darted to the door. He shrugged and headed the other way, toward the stairs that led to the roof. He needed to hone his lock picking skills anyway.
Five minutes later, the teacher opened the door to scold them, but only turned into a spluttering mess when they weren’t even there.
To his surprise, he didn’t even need to break the lock that had secured him from high freedom- the door was already open, lock nowhere in sight.
He shrugged and nudged the door open with his foot, head darting around it to make sure it wasn’t maintenance or some form of security. His nose picked up the firm smell of cigarette smoke and he followed the stench to a generator over by the right side.
He grinned.
“Yoochun- fancy meeting you here.” He sat down close to him and bummed a cigarette, lighting it with the end of his best friend’s own.
“I just felt like skipping class and coming up here. Don’t you dare tell Junsu.”
Jaejoong chuckled deeply. “Don’t worry, we got kicked out again anyway.”
“What happened?” Yoochun asked, not really curious as he leaned against the older man, asking for body heat.
“The professor got mad when he kept telling her she was wrong about her equations. She even worked out, but you know how stubborn Junsu is.”
“Then why are you out here then?”
“After that, he wouldn’t let the subject drop, so I told him to shut up. We ended up arguing and she put us out. We were supposed to wait for her to come talk to us, but Junsu just decided to leave and I was not about to stand around.” Jaejoong inhaled sharply and blew out white smoke.
“Ah, that explains it. I still can’t understand why you two don’t get along.”
“I don’t either; we just end up bickering. At least we provide entertainment. That Changmin kid was laughing so hard he was practically snorting.”
Yoochun finished his cigarette and smiled. He tossed it on the ground and stomped with his foot, then did the same when Jaejoong threw his as well.
The older man stood up and breathed deeply, bending his body at the waist to run his hand over Yoochun’s dark strands of chocolate brown.
“See you later Chun; I’m going to go see if I can find Yunho. He’s probably in the gym.”
Yoochun grinned slyly, turning his head into the touch. “Just don’t jump him; I know how you can’t resist him when he’s all hot and sweaty-“
Jaejoong returned the smile and stuck out his tongue, winking. “Who says I want to-“
Junsu’s frown turned borderline pout deepened as he skimmed the shelves in the back of the library, determined to ignore the urge to curl up in one of those comfy looking chairs next to the entrance and bask in the sunlight streaming in from the large windows.
He knew that if he tried to do that, he would toss and turn and be even more uncomfortable, and probably end up in an awkward position that people would stare at him for. He rolled his eyes.
The man was beyond bored, and maybe if his professor knew how to teach he could be learning right now instead of pacing endless library shelves with no intention of picking up a book.
His feet rounded a corner, but his shoe scuffed the carpet, making him trip forward and fall flat into a large, tall book shelf. He made a sound of surprise, then one of hurt as he brought a hand to his nose. Son of a-
The palm of his hand felt hot against his skin and he looked down at it, almost shouting out in shock-
An emerald green light encased his whole hand and part of his wrist and as he looked around, he noticed a similar force up above him. The pulsing light looked like a mix of green and blue, and the surface was smooth. He could see through it; tons of heavy books and tomes were being supported by thin air. Had they been about to crash on top of him?
He stared down at his hand again, awe spreading through him like wildfire.
Across the lawn, dark bluish grey eyes watched him with fascination as he moved up off the floor, waving his hand to try to get the light surrounding him to go away.
He smirked. Well- this just got interesting.
-TBC-
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