Wind Beneath Your Wings (Yesung/Ryeowook) Pt. 1
Title: Wind Beneath Your Wings Pt. 1
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Author: komoyochan
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3,503
Summary: After the death of his beloved Hyukjae, Ryeowook finds himself falling deep into depression. During the course of these events, his angel Jongwoon watches over him sadly before making the biggest leap of his existence.
Dedicated:
thundersquall - Because I never imagined writing fanfiction about real life boys to be possible till I read your stories xD And I still enjoy every moment! You've inspired me to write my first (serious?) Fanfiction and of course, it's Yewook as you've made me fall in love with these two!!
akiladelle - And you should already know why. 83
Ryeowook
I sat there for hours, tracing my fingers back and forth across the letters on the tombstone, convinced that if he saw how much I needed him, he’d magically come back to me. For hours I murmured his name, hoping that if he’d heard me he’d come back and wrap those familiar small arms around my even smaller frame. For hours I cried in hopes that he’d see the tears, see how much he meant to me, and he’d come back to me, laughing, showing off those beautiful pearly whites, that big grin. He’d tell me it was a joke and that he hadn’t meant to make me sad. He’d kiss me gently and apologize and I would cry. I’d cry, I’d hit him but I’d be so relieved that I had him back in my arms.
But nothing.
No matter how much I prayed to God, Hyukjae wasn’t ever going to come back to me… never again. But why? What had I done to deserve this? Hadn’t I been given enough pain in my life? Shaking my head, I looked up towards the sky. The rain came down heavily and the wind whipped around me violently, my clothes beginning to stick to my numbed skin. Glancing towards the umbrella beside me, I dismissed it quickly. There was no point, I reminded myself, because I wanted to feel the same thing that Hyukjae was feeling.
Cold. Sad. Dead.
“Ryeowook-ah.”
A gentle but firm voice came from behind me. I didn’t bother to turn around; I just wanted to be left alone.
“Ryeowook-ah. Please come home, the others are worried about you. Besides, if you stay out here any longer, you’ll catch a cold.”
“I don’t care.” I responded bitterly. Just go away, I thought to myself. Why won’t anyone leave me alone? I opened my eyes slowly to see Jungsoo sitting beside me, holding an umbrella over my head. I looked up at him sadly as he tried his best to give me a comforting smile. “C’mon. Eunhyukkie would be sad if you caught a cold, right? Let’s go.”
Shaking my head, I began to shiver. I don’t remember feeling cold but my body shook uncontrollably. “Hyung…” I murmured. “What… am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do now?” Hyukjae, you promised me we’d be together forever, and you couldn’t keep your word; there was absolutely no one in this world left for me. What am I supposed to do without you?
I felt myself being pulled to my feet and was brought to Jungsoo’s parked car, I was gently guided into the back seat where Hangeng waited for me patiently, holding a towel and a blanket for me. After Jungsoo had begun to drive away, I felt myself fall into an even deeper depression. I didn’t want this anymore. I didn’t want to live anymore.
“It’ll be alright… you’ll be alright.” Hangeng said soothingly as he rubbed my arms through the blanket in attempts to make me warmer. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to be alright. I wanted to be dead.
Jongwoon
I watched him quietly for hours.
He sat in the blistering cold, his hair was mussed and he was soaked to the bone due to the heavy rain fall and yet he didn’t move from that one spot. I breathed a sigh of relief when one of Ryeowook’s house mates came to collect him, but as they left, it was as if I could feel the boys’ pain. He was so hurt and yet there was nothing I could do for him. After all, I failed him as his angel.
Stepping in front of Hyukjae’s grave, I eyed the cement tombstone before closing my eyes. It was my fault he was dead, I did try to save him, I really did but as I was not his angel, it was hard. It took so much more power then was necessary and all I could do was give him an extra few hours and even in the end, Ryeowook didn’t make it in time to get to the hospital.
“I’m sorry, Hyukjae.” I said softly. Where were you now? I wanted to try and find you so bad, just for Ryeowook, but it was nearly impossible to find someone of the dead. Finding their soul was difficult and he was probably still roaming aimlessly somewhere.
Sighing, I turned my back on the grave and headed towards Ryeowook’s house. I had to make sure he was alright. I had to make sure he wasn’t going to do anything stupid, because knowing him; he was probably contemplating something drastic.
Again, I sighed, thinking about the first time I’d met Kim Ryeowook. He was only nine years old, his mother had died during child birth and his father had died in a car accident. I was sent to make sure he was alright, to make sure he was adjusting correctly in his new foster home but as the boy was, he got picked on a lot.
He was the smallest and youngest boy in the house, he was quiet and polite and his favorite hobby was singing. The fact he had a voice of a songbird was the reason he got picked on the most in house, but lucky for him, he was taken from the foster home to be taken care of by his grandmother a year after.
Although, when he was fourteen years old, his grandmother passed away suddenly. His only living relative that he cared so much for had left him alone in this world and he blamed himself for everything.
Nearing Ryeowook’s building, I looked up to see him gazing out of one of the windows of the large establishment, the same look in his eyes as back then. I remember he would cry out every day… he’d cry and beg for God to send him someone who he could hold close. Someone who wouldn’t leave him.
And that’s when I fell in love.
I wanted to be there for him, I wanted to care and to love him, but being who I am… I could not. So I promised always to be with him, even if he knew I was there or not.
Pretty soon after, he met Hyukjae and everything was better. Ryeowook was happy and in a relationship. I know I couldn’t have been happier. Jealous of course, but happy. As I approached the building, I felt the nerves in my head begin to pulsate and I knew Ryeowook was going to do something. Looking up at the window he was just looking out of, he had flung the window open and kicked down the screen with a crack. I stood there, mortified as the small boy clamored out on to the window sill, wasting no time in jumping. During that moment when he had flung himself away from the building, it was like time stood still. I stared up in horror as the boy I had loved for 14 years attempt to kill himself. His arms were out spread, as if hoping to catch the wind underneath his arms. Panicking, I wondered what to do, I had to save him!
With what energy I had left, I focused hard on my purpose. My wings stretched outwards around me, flapping once to get a good feel of the air around me before I took off. I couldn’t let him go, he had been through enough, he didn’t need this, he just couldn’t die now! I wasn’t sure if it was my selfishness that wanted him alive still because I knew if Kim Ryeowook died, I would never get to see him again!
Relief washed over my entire soul as I felt a hard thud against my chest and a weight in my arms. Wasting no time, I took the boy to the ground before I became invisible to him once again. The boy had passed out, luckily but part of me wished that he was still awake to see me, to see that someone was still here for him. But even so, I was still so happy that I was able to save him. To hold him… he was this close…
I just couldn’t help myself, I began to trace my fingertips lightly against his pale, sullen skin. The boy hadn’t gotten any sleep for weeks and he just looked dreadfully tired. “You… need to keep living. Hyukjae would’ve wanted that of you. Please, just… take care of yourself…” As there was no response, I laughed at myself, what was I hoping for? Just as I was about to lay Ryeowook down, he began to stir. He groaned softly as his eyes fluttered, “Where…?” I watched, horrified and extremely happy, could he see me? Ryeowook froze as he stared up at me with half lidded eyes, “Who-,”
“Ryeowook!?”
“Wook-ah!”
At that moment I knew it was time for me to go. Quickly I vanished from their world and went straight to my own. It would be more trouble than necessary if the others saw me and I knew that Sungmin would scold me for even appearing before Ryeowook but I didn’t regret it. How could I? As I was fleeing, I glanced over to the bystander who'd been watching the entire thing, a look of anger on his face.
Ryeowook
He was gone, but… who was that exactly? The man… with those beautiful white wings. I smiled to myself, perhaps my angel was trying to save me, help me but why had he come so late? Suddenly I was being shook and being held up and it felt like I was in the middle of a huge crowd when really it was only Jungsoo and Hangeng.
“What're you doing! Do you know how sad Hyukjae would be if he knew what you were trying to do!” Jungsoo screamed at the younger boy. Hangeng looked at the older boy before back down at me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder, “We all feel your pain, Wook-ah , but this isn't the way to go about it! We've already lost one friend... we don't need to lose another.” The China man murmured, his Korean near perfect though.
I closed my eyes, “I...” It was true I hadn't gotten much sleep lately... perhaps the exhaustion was too much, I didn't even remember opening the window, “I'm sorry... but I'm tired... may I go rest?” I said as I tried to get up. Jungsoo, our 'leader' as we like to call him, hugged me tightly, taking me by surprise.
“Please Ryeowook... please be more careful...” My oldest hyung murmured into my ear, his voice shaky. And that's when I realized how selfish I'd been. I hugged Jungsoo back, “I'm sorry...”
I laid in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling, Jungsoo curled up on my side as Hangeng was fast asleep on the floor. The four of us were best friends so this kind of thing was normal for us except that now...
“Hyukkie... I miss you so much.” I whispered as I rolled onto my side. I watched Jungsoo's sleeping face. Despite the age difference, Jungsoo still looked like he had just turned twenty. But I could see the stress lines beginning to crease his beautiful face. I sighed softly, Hyukjae had meant the world to me but he was also Jungsoo's and Hangeng's best friend and yet I'd tried to deal with this all on my own. It was true they'd never feel the same way I do now but in a way, I couldn't even comprehend what either of them was going through either, and the fact I was pushing them away probably made it even harder.
“I'm sorry...” I murmured as I cuddled into Jungsoo's chest, which was quite easy given my small body structure. As I closed my eyes, I could feel exhaustion beginning to take me but then my mind began to wander... I opened my eyes again, trying to picture that man that had saved me. His deep dark eyes, his beautiful face... Just who was he? I knew that that was the first time I'd ever seen him in my life and yet... in my heart, I knew that I've known him for a long time.
Jongwoon
Sungmin watched me carefully as I entered the room, putting away the papers he held in his hands as he got up from his desk. “Jongwoon.” He said in his sweet voice that held a cold tinge to it. The tone of his voice was oddly frightening and very unlike himself. I knew I had over stepped a boundary.
“Sungmin.” I began and when I had opened up my mouth, no words came out. I felt as if I didn't need to justify myself, I felt that what I did was right. And Sungmin knew this. As he was my superior, he knew all of the feelings I held for Kim Ryeowook and even though he'd disapproved all this time, he never said anything against it.
“You know it was his time, right?” Sungmin folded his arms across his chest, “I admit it isn't the right way to do it, but it was his time to go.” Sungmin stared at me with anger. One of the biggest laws that an angel could break was interfering with death. I stared back, fists clenched, “Yeah well I didn't see any of the death gods around...”
“That is a lie and you know it.”
I didn't have to turn around to see Kyuhyun was behind me, staring daggers into the back of my head. A death god's job was to reap the souls of the living and guide them to their respected places. I'd already had one encounter with him when Hyukjae had died and he tried everything in his power to stop me from extending his life but in the end, I came out on top but only because Kyuhyun was still one of the youngest reapers to date.
“All you do is meddle, do you know what you're doing by saving that boys life? Because you did that, you disrupted the natural order of things.” Kyuhyun paused as he stared at me before his gaze fell to the ground, “You should have seen the look on that little girl's face when I had to take her mother's soul...” He said in a near whisper.
I stared at him helplessly. By saving Ryeowook's life, I had taken the life of another, “I couldn't just watch as he died... I couldn't.”
“Well what do you plan on doing now? You know that you must be punished right? I think a month of being 'under' will help remind you of your duties and hopefully you learn from this mistake.” Sungmin said as he went back behind his desk, looking for something.
“No.” Was all I could say. I shook from anger, how could they be so heartless? They were angels after all! How could they not even care? “I'm going to be with him, I don't care if I have to give this all up because honestly, as angels, you are no better than demons.”
Sungmin slammed his hands down his desk, his chair flung back, “How dare you say that to me! This world is overpopulated as it is and not nearly enough angels to take care of everyone and their needs! We need to make exceptions sometimes and I'm sorry but Ryeowook has led his life! Are you willing to throw away everything you've worked for just to be with a mortal?”
I stared at Sungmin and then my own gaze fell to the floor. I knew what I had to do. I knew that what I wanted was to be with Kim Ryeowook. “I'm willing to give it all up for him.” I said softly.
A hand was wrapped around my neck, squeezing tightly before I was flung against the wall, my wings surrounding me as fell to the ground, coughing. I looked up angrily, seeing Kyuhyun all clad in black as he took a step in front of me. “Well, if that’s what you want, then we don't need you.” He said simply, his reapers scythe in his hand. His eyes were an endless onyx as he neared me, his weapon high in the air. “Even if you decide to do this, there will be consequences.” All I could remember was seeing Sungmin's pained face. My Best friend could no longer do anything for me. And then pain. The shocking searing pain that pierced my back as I felt myself being ripped apart.
Ryeowook
It had been two days since I'd seen that beautiful man. For some reason, he was all I could think of, did that make me a bad person? The man that had meant the most to me in the world had just died and sure I grieved but I was already thinking of someone else... I shook my head violently which earned me questioning looks from my hyungs.
“Are you okay Wook-ah?” Jungsoo inquired with a tilt of his head as he swished his drink with his straw. I smiled at him and nodded, “Sorry, I thought there was a bug near my ear.”
Hangeng smiled at me and tussled my hair, “I'm glad you're feeling better. Hey, why don't we go out to eat later? I'll treat? We can go to that noodle shop we like so much.”
I nodded happily. I loved and hated that noodle shop. Their service was horrible, everyone there had an attitude but they had the best chicken donburi ever. “Sure, I think I'm going to go for a walk first though, how about I meet you guys there?” I got up from the couch, throwing the pillow I'd been clutching to the side. As I was about to leave, I felt a tug on my hand. Jungsoo looked up at me with concerned eyes. “Please be careful. And turn on your cell so we can get ahold of you, alright?”
I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, “I promise I won't jump out any windows. I'll stay in touch till we meet up. In an hour, okay?” Jungsoo nodded and I left without another word.
Placing the buds into my ears, I turned my mp3 player up as loud as I could handle it before taking off. I didn't want to hear the hustle and bustle of the crowd, it still felt so... normal almost. How was it that the world could keep going even after such a great person had left it? I sighed heavily to myself, I hated this feeling, this depression. I wanted Hyukjae back but I knew there was nothing I could do.
As I looked up, I was surprised to find myself at the park where he and I had first met. God, why had I come here? I could see the park bench from where I stood, the same one that I had sat on for countless days as I watched the older boy busk by dancing and singing. He had extraordinary talent and I just couldn't take my eyes off of him.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I stood there, I had to stop thinking about it because no matter what I did, I wasn't ever going to get him back.
As I reopened my eyes, I realized that I was in the real world. Couples all around me were taking walks up and along the paths, a few of them sitting underneath tree's with their little families. I wanted that so badly. As I was about to leave the park, I glanced back towards that bench before I stopped. Was that...?
Before I could even stop myself, I found myself walking quickly towards the bench before my fast stride turned into a sprint. It was that guy again, the one that had saved me. As I neared him, I felt as if I was falling all over again. He looked the same as he did the day I saw him. Those deep dark eyes and his black hair that fell over one eye. But something was different.
He looked like he was in pain.
As I approached him, he looked up at me, wide eyed for some reason. I smiled at him, a few feet away as I stopped. Well, he certainly didn't have wings but that must have been my imagination. Maybe it had been the outline of clouds behind him?
He sat up straighter before wincing. I looked at him curiously before he offered me a kind smile. “Hi.” He said in a deep voice.
“You must be my angel, right?”
AN-
So the only reason I decided to do it in two parts is mostly because I'm lazy and felt that that story would be muuuuch too long if I wrote it all in the same part! I really hope people enjoy this cause I had fun writing it! Also, Lame title is Lame D: ... : D
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Author: komoyochan
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3,503
Summary: After the death of his beloved Hyukjae, Ryeowook finds himself falling deep into depression. During the course of these events, his angel Jongwoon watches over him sadly before making the biggest leap of his existence.
Dedicated:
thundersquall - Because I never imagined writing fanfiction about real life boys to be possible till I read your stories xD And I still enjoy every moment! You've inspired me to write my first (serious?) Fanfiction and of course, it's Yewook as you've made me fall in love with these two!!
akiladelle - And you should already know why. 83
Ryeowook
I sat there for hours, tracing my fingers back and forth across the letters on the tombstone, convinced that if he saw how much I needed him, he’d magically come back to me. For hours I murmured his name, hoping that if he’d heard me he’d come back and wrap those familiar small arms around my even smaller frame. For hours I cried in hopes that he’d see the tears, see how much he meant to me, and he’d come back to me, laughing, showing off those beautiful pearly whites, that big grin. He’d tell me it was a joke and that he hadn’t meant to make me sad. He’d kiss me gently and apologize and I would cry. I’d cry, I’d hit him but I’d be so relieved that I had him back in my arms.
But nothing.
No matter how much I prayed to God, Hyukjae wasn’t ever going to come back to me… never again. But why? What had I done to deserve this? Hadn’t I been given enough pain in my life? Shaking my head, I looked up towards the sky. The rain came down heavily and the wind whipped around me violently, my clothes beginning to stick to my numbed skin. Glancing towards the umbrella beside me, I dismissed it quickly. There was no point, I reminded myself, because I wanted to feel the same thing that Hyukjae was feeling.
Cold. Sad. Dead.
“Ryeowook-ah.”
A gentle but firm voice came from behind me. I didn’t bother to turn around; I just wanted to be left alone.
“Ryeowook-ah. Please come home, the others are worried about you. Besides, if you stay out here any longer, you’ll catch a cold.”
“I don’t care.” I responded bitterly. Just go away, I thought to myself. Why won’t anyone leave me alone? I opened my eyes slowly to see Jungsoo sitting beside me, holding an umbrella over my head. I looked up at him sadly as he tried his best to give me a comforting smile. “C’mon. Eunhyukkie would be sad if you caught a cold, right? Let’s go.”
Shaking my head, I began to shiver. I don’t remember feeling cold but my body shook uncontrollably. “Hyung…” I murmured. “What… am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do now?” Hyukjae, you promised me we’d be together forever, and you couldn’t keep your word; there was absolutely no one in this world left for me. What am I supposed to do without you?
I felt myself being pulled to my feet and was brought to Jungsoo’s parked car, I was gently guided into the back seat where Hangeng waited for me patiently, holding a towel and a blanket for me. After Jungsoo had begun to drive away, I felt myself fall into an even deeper depression. I didn’t want this anymore. I didn’t want to live anymore.
“It’ll be alright… you’ll be alright.” Hangeng said soothingly as he rubbed my arms through the blanket in attempts to make me warmer. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to be alright. I wanted to be dead.
Jongwoon
I watched him quietly for hours.
He sat in the blistering cold, his hair was mussed and he was soaked to the bone due to the heavy rain fall and yet he didn’t move from that one spot. I breathed a sigh of relief when one of Ryeowook’s house mates came to collect him, but as they left, it was as if I could feel the boys’ pain. He was so hurt and yet there was nothing I could do for him. After all, I failed him as his angel.
Stepping in front of Hyukjae’s grave, I eyed the cement tombstone before closing my eyes. It was my fault he was dead, I did try to save him, I really did but as I was not his angel, it was hard. It took so much more power then was necessary and all I could do was give him an extra few hours and even in the end, Ryeowook didn’t make it in time to get to the hospital.
“I’m sorry, Hyukjae.” I said softly. Where were you now? I wanted to try and find you so bad, just for Ryeowook, but it was nearly impossible to find someone of the dead. Finding their soul was difficult and he was probably still roaming aimlessly somewhere.
Sighing, I turned my back on the grave and headed towards Ryeowook’s house. I had to make sure he was alright. I had to make sure he wasn’t going to do anything stupid, because knowing him; he was probably contemplating something drastic.
Again, I sighed, thinking about the first time I’d met Kim Ryeowook. He was only nine years old, his mother had died during child birth and his father had died in a car accident. I was sent to make sure he was alright, to make sure he was adjusting correctly in his new foster home but as the boy was, he got picked on a lot.
He was the smallest and youngest boy in the house, he was quiet and polite and his favorite hobby was singing. The fact he had a voice of a songbird was the reason he got picked on the most in house, but lucky for him, he was taken from the foster home to be taken care of by his grandmother a year after.
Although, when he was fourteen years old, his grandmother passed away suddenly. His only living relative that he cared so much for had left him alone in this world and he blamed himself for everything.
Nearing Ryeowook’s building, I looked up to see him gazing out of one of the windows of the large establishment, the same look in his eyes as back then. I remember he would cry out every day… he’d cry and beg for God to send him someone who he could hold close. Someone who wouldn’t leave him.
And that’s when I fell in love.
I wanted to be there for him, I wanted to care and to love him, but being who I am… I could not. So I promised always to be with him, even if he knew I was there or not.
Pretty soon after, he met Hyukjae and everything was better. Ryeowook was happy and in a relationship. I know I couldn’t have been happier. Jealous of course, but happy. As I approached the building, I felt the nerves in my head begin to pulsate and I knew Ryeowook was going to do something. Looking up at the window he was just looking out of, he had flung the window open and kicked down the screen with a crack. I stood there, mortified as the small boy clamored out on to the window sill, wasting no time in jumping. During that moment when he had flung himself away from the building, it was like time stood still. I stared up in horror as the boy I had loved for 14 years attempt to kill himself. His arms were out spread, as if hoping to catch the wind underneath his arms. Panicking, I wondered what to do, I had to save him!
With what energy I had left, I focused hard on my purpose. My wings stretched outwards around me, flapping once to get a good feel of the air around me before I took off. I couldn’t let him go, he had been through enough, he didn’t need this, he just couldn’t die now! I wasn’t sure if it was my selfishness that wanted him alive still because I knew if Kim Ryeowook died, I would never get to see him again!
Relief washed over my entire soul as I felt a hard thud against my chest and a weight in my arms. Wasting no time, I took the boy to the ground before I became invisible to him once again. The boy had passed out, luckily but part of me wished that he was still awake to see me, to see that someone was still here for him. But even so, I was still so happy that I was able to save him. To hold him… he was this close…
I just couldn’t help myself, I began to trace my fingertips lightly against his pale, sullen skin. The boy hadn’t gotten any sleep for weeks and he just looked dreadfully tired. “You… need to keep living. Hyukjae would’ve wanted that of you. Please, just… take care of yourself…” As there was no response, I laughed at myself, what was I hoping for? Just as I was about to lay Ryeowook down, he began to stir. He groaned softly as his eyes fluttered, “Where…?” I watched, horrified and extremely happy, could he see me? Ryeowook froze as he stared up at me with half lidded eyes, “Who-,”
“Ryeowook!?”
“Wook-ah!”
At that moment I knew it was time for me to go. Quickly I vanished from their world and went straight to my own. It would be more trouble than necessary if the others saw me and I knew that Sungmin would scold me for even appearing before Ryeowook but I didn’t regret it. How could I? As I was fleeing, I glanced over to the bystander who'd been watching the entire thing, a look of anger on his face.
Ryeowook
He was gone, but… who was that exactly? The man… with those beautiful white wings. I smiled to myself, perhaps my angel was trying to save me, help me but why had he come so late? Suddenly I was being shook and being held up and it felt like I was in the middle of a huge crowd when really it was only Jungsoo and Hangeng.
“What're you doing! Do you know how sad Hyukjae would be if he knew what you were trying to do!” Jungsoo screamed at the younger boy. Hangeng looked at the older boy before back down at me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder, “We all feel your pain, Wook-ah , but this isn't the way to go about it! We've already lost one friend... we don't need to lose another.” The China man murmured, his Korean near perfect though.
I closed my eyes, “I...” It was true I hadn't gotten much sleep lately... perhaps the exhaustion was too much, I didn't even remember opening the window, “I'm sorry... but I'm tired... may I go rest?” I said as I tried to get up. Jungsoo, our 'leader' as we like to call him, hugged me tightly, taking me by surprise.
“Please Ryeowook... please be more careful...” My oldest hyung murmured into my ear, his voice shaky. And that's when I realized how selfish I'd been. I hugged Jungsoo back, “I'm sorry...”
I laid in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling, Jungsoo curled up on my side as Hangeng was fast asleep on the floor. The four of us were best friends so this kind of thing was normal for us except that now...
“Hyukkie... I miss you so much.” I whispered as I rolled onto my side. I watched Jungsoo's sleeping face. Despite the age difference, Jungsoo still looked like he had just turned twenty. But I could see the stress lines beginning to crease his beautiful face. I sighed softly, Hyukjae had meant the world to me but he was also Jungsoo's and Hangeng's best friend and yet I'd tried to deal with this all on my own. It was true they'd never feel the same way I do now but in a way, I couldn't even comprehend what either of them was going through either, and the fact I was pushing them away probably made it even harder.
“I'm sorry...” I murmured as I cuddled into Jungsoo's chest, which was quite easy given my small body structure. As I closed my eyes, I could feel exhaustion beginning to take me but then my mind began to wander... I opened my eyes again, trying to picture that man that had saved me. His deep dark eyes, his beautiful face... Just who was he? I knew that that was the first time I'd ever seen him in my life and yet... in my heart, I knew that I've known him for a long time.
Jongwoon
Sungmin watched me carefully as I entered the room, putting away the papers he held in his hands as he got up from his desk. “Jongwoon.” He said in his sweet voice that held a cold tinge to it. The tone of his voice was oddly frightening and very unlike himself. I knew I had over stepped a boundary.
“Sungmin.” I began and when I had opened up my mouth, no words came out. I felt as if I didn't need to justify myself, I felt that what I did was right. And Sungmin knew this. As he was my superior, he knew all of the feelings I held for Kim Ryeowook and even though he'd disapproved all this time, he never said anything against it.
“You know it was his time, right?” Sungmin folded his arms across his chest, “I admit it isn't the right way to do it, but it was his time to go.” Sungmin stared at me with anger. One of the biggest laws that an angel could break was interfering with death. I stared back, fists clenched, “Yeah well I didn't see any of the death gods around...”
“That is a lie and you know it.”
I didn't have to turn around to see Kyuhyun was behind me, staring daggers into the back of my head. A death god's job was to reap the souls of the living and guide them to their respected places. I'd already had one encounter with him when Hyukjae had died and he tried everything in his power to stop me from extending his life but in the end, I came out on top but only because Kyuhyun was still one of the youngest reapers to date.
“All you do is meddle, do you know what you're doing by saving that boys life? Because you did that, you disrupted the natural order of things.” Kyuhyun paused as he stared at me before his gaze fell to the ground, “You should have seen the look on that little girl's face when I had to take her mother's soul...” He said in a near whisper.
I stared at him helplessly. By saving Ryeowook's life, I had taken the life of another, “I couldn't just watch as he died... I couldn't.”
“Well what do you plan on doing now? You know that you must be punished right? I think a month of being 'under' will help remind you of your duties and hopefully you learn from this mistake.” Sungmin said as he went back behind his desk, looking for something.
“No.” Was all I could say. I shook from anger, how could they be so heartless? They were angels after all! How could they not even care? “I'm going to be with him, I don't care if I have to give this all up because honestly, as angels, you are no better than demons.”
Sungmin slammed his hands down his desk, his chair flung back, “How dare you say that to me! This world is overpopulated as it is and not nearly enough angels to take care of everyone and their needs! We need to make exceptions sometimes and I'm sorry but Ryeowook has led his life! Are you willing to throw away everything you've worked for just to be with a mortal?”
I stared at Sungmin and then my own gaze fell to the floor. I knew what I had to do. I knew that what I wanted was to be with Kim Ryeowook. “I'm willing to give it all up for him.” I said softly.
A hand was wrapped around my neck, squeezing tightly before I was flung against the wall, my wings surrounding me as fell to the ground, coughing. I looked up angrily, seeing Kyuhyun all clad in black as he took a step in front of me. “Well, if that’s what you want, then we don't need you.” He said simply, his reapers scythe in his hand. His eyes were an endless onyx as he neared me, his weapon high in the air. “Even if you decide to do this, there will be consequences.” All I could remember was seeing Sungmin's pained face. My Best friend could no longer do anything for me. And then pain. The shocking searing pain that pierced my back as I felt myself being ripped apart.
Ryeowook
It had been two days since I'd seen that beautiful man. For some reason, he was all I could think of, did that make me a bad person? The man that had meant the most to me in the world had just died and sure I grieved but I was already thinking of someone else... I shook my head violently which earned me questioning looks from my hyungs.
“Are you okay Wook-ah?” Jungsoo inquired with a tilt of his head as he swished his drink with his straw. I smiled at him and nodded, “Sorry, I thought there was a bug near my ear.”
Hangeng smiled at me and tussled my hair, “I'm glad you're feeling better. Hey, why don't we go out to eat later? I'll treat? We can go to that noodle shop we like so much.”
I nodded happily. I loved and hated that noodle shop. Their service was horrible, everyone there had an attitude but they had the best chicken donburi ever. “Sure, I think I'm going to go for a walk first though, how about I meet you guys there?” I got up from the couch, throwing the pillow I'd been clutching to the side. As I was about to leave, I felt a tug on my hand. Jungsoo looked up at me with concerned eyes. “Please be careful. And turn on your cell so we can get ahold of you, alright?”
I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, “I promise I won't jump out any windows. I'll stay in touch till we meet up. In an hour, okay?” Jungsoo nodded and I left without another word.
Placing the buds into my ears, I turned my mp3 player up as loud as I could handle it before taking off. I didn't want to hear the hustle and bustle of the crowd, it still felt so... normal almost. How was it that the world could keep going even after such a great person had left it? I sighed heavily to myself, I hated this feeling, this depression. I wanted Hyukjae back but I knew there was nothing I could do.
As I looked up, I was surprised to find myself at the park where he and I had first met. God, why had I come here? I could see the park bench from where I stood, the same one that I had sat on for countless days as I watched the older boy busk by dancing and singing. He had extraordinary talent and I just couldn't take my eyes off of him.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I stood there, I had to stop thinking about it because no matter what I did, I wasn't ever going to get him back.
As I reopened my eyes, I realized that I was in the real world. Couples all around me were taking walks up and along the paths, a few of them sitting underneath tree's with their little families. I wanted that so badly. As I was about to leave the park, I glanced back towards that bench before I stopped. Was that...?
Before I could even stop myself, I found myself walking quickly towards the bench before my fast stride turned into a sprint. It was that guy again, the one that had saved me. As I neared him, I felt as if I was falling all over again. He looked the same as he did the day I saw him. Those deep dark eyes and his black hair that fell over one eye. But something was different.
He looked like he was in pain.
As I approached him, he looked up at me, wide eyed for some reason. I smiled at him, a few feet away as I stopped. Well, he certainly didn't have wings but that must have been my imagination. Maybe it had been the outline of clouds behind him?
He sat up straighter before wincing. I looked at him curiously before he offered me a kind smile. “Hi.” He said in a deep voice.
“You must be my angel, right?”
AN-
So the only reason I decided to do it in two parts is mostly because I'm lazy and felt that that story would be muuuuch too long if I wrote it all in the same part! I really hope people enjoy this cause I had fun writing it! Also, Lame title is Lame D: ... : D