Racheengel
Title: Racheengel
Author: mariposa02
Pairing: ot5, hint!Jongkey, hint!2min
Rating: pg - 13
Genre: angst
word count: ~ 1200 words
warning: death
Summery: The angel of revenge is on his way.
Time flew by as he had been sitting in his car watching the raindrops fall on the window, separating, only to melt together with another one. It was quiet, except for the calming sound of the rain as the tension in the air around him became thicker.
He waited.
The rain lessened and he tipped his finger lightly against the fogged glass of his car, the drops moving with every small vibration he made by the small amount of pressure against the cold surface. Then he spotted them.
He inhaled, then exhaled.
The big, dark Van stood right in front of the building in which they had their dorm. They looked tired, exhausted to be precise, big, dark bags under their eyes. Without the thick layer of make-up on their faces, the traces of the hardship their job was were evident. They entered the building. One by one, not talking, not joking, not being how they used to be.
The black van drove away and the road was empty again.
He waited.
He didn't have to be so early. Still he wanted to make sure nothing could go wrong. Absolutely nothing. Every little detail was planned and he could not allow anything to go wrong.
The rain had stopped by then, the silence becoming nearly suffocating as he looked at his watch.
1 am.
He sighed, taking a picture out of his pocket.
Considering that the picture was damaged and folded , dog ears on every corner, no one would have been able to tell the immense value this one picture had for it's owner. He pressed the picture to his lips, kissing the heads of the four boys, laughing and hugging on the picture.
He stepped out of the car, making sure that the hood of his jacket was masking his face before closing the door and walking to the luggage trunk of his small Renault, out of which he took a black, big bottle. He locked the car by pressing on a button and started making his way to the apartment complex. He didn't walk, he hobbled, making small hisses at every step, pain shooting through his legs at every small movement.
At this kind of hour everything would be locked and no one would be there, no security, no nothing and it was certainly not a problem for him to open the doors since he had lived there together with them.
He smiled a little, memories flooding his mind, making him waver for a second. But only for a second, before he chuckled lowly, hate spreading in his chest.
He took the elevator -the steps would take too long- and he counted the seconds before the door opened with a soft bling, signalling that he had arrived.
He walked over to the blue, heavy door that was so painfully familiar with him and he touched it, inhaling as he enjoyed the moment of nostalgia. He then faced the small box next to the door, the numbers and a green button glowing a little. Small, confirmative sounds were echoing through the empty hall as he typed the number he knew by heart in, smiling lightly when the box approved and the door opened with a soft click.
So they hadn't changed the password.
Entering the big apartment that had been their dorm felt weird and his heart clenched a little, seeing that nothing had changed. The tidiness was the same, the colour of the walls, the big poster of them in their living room, the smell, the “private business” sign on their bathroom door and even the “best leader on earth” collage they made him for his birthday was still hanging in the kitchen.
He shook his head, shaking the strange feeling away and opened the bottle with one swift movement. The smell was strong and it drove tears into his eyes and his throat clenched. He stifled a cough and decided to start, pouring the clear liquid over their couch and over their white carpet, over everything standing in the living room. The bottle was nearly empty and he was in the middle of pouring the rest over the TV as he heard a small cough, immediately flinching and freezing, stopping in his tracks.
Time stopped and thousands, millions thoughts shot through his brain, questions, doubts, memories, accusations and he mentally prepared himself, forming phrases, a whole speech before turning around and finding himself lost for words. There they stood, exhaustion evident on their faces, but still fresh, bags under their eyes and hair tousled, but still beautiful.
Jonghyun, Kibum, Minho, Taemin.
His heart sank and broke into thousand pieces as hot tears made their way down his face, his body shaking with sobs, sobs that made it so much more difficult to lighten the lighter in his hands. But he made it somehow, avoiding to look at them, avoiding their probably mocking stare as he held a in alcohol soaked piece of cloth in the air, setting it on fire and throwing it on the couch, which immediately caught on the red, orange, blue and yellow mix of hot claws, that would take them all together to hell.
He sank to the ground, his knees giving in, the last bit of strength having left his legs. Then, for the first time in months he looked in their eyes, blinking the tears away and just looked at them, hate, love, sadness, happiness and so much more emotions numbing him a moment before exploding in him, a pain that was indescribable spreading in his chest as he looked at the four smiling boys.
It was not a mock smile, not a sad smile, it was a genuine smile as they stood there Jonghyun hugging Kibum from behind and Taemin snuggling to Minho's chest.
Taemin was the first one to go up to him, smiling and kneeing in front of Jinki, who was by then a crying mess on the floor, doing his best to look at them, not to look away.
Taemin lifted Jinki's chin looking him in the eyes and placing a soft kiss on the older one's forehead.
“We missed you hyung” he whispered and a small tear rolled down his cheeks as he did.
To Taemin's hand on Jinki's chin added four other pairs of hands on his body, soothing him, sweet nothings being whispered as the boys slowly snuggled closer, sharing a sweet moment of unison before the fire would eat them all.
“We were waiting for you to take us.” and Jinki felt the warmness of their bodies and their soft lips and their hands and he felt home. He finally felt home again.
AN: Racheengel is german and means angel of revenge. I used the german word cause it's only one word and I got my inspiration from a poster called racheengel with a person with wings of fire onXD.... I'm sorry for grammar and spelling mistakes I'm too lazy to go through it more than two times...
Sorry for writing something so strange and yeah... I hope you enjoyed~ I wrote this in half an hour ... there are many questions open I know.... but it's up to you to answer them if you feel like it you could write what you think about it... for example what you think that happened to Jinki and soooo on^^ XD
comments are ♥
Author: mariposa02
Pairing: ot5, hint!Jongkey, hint!2min
Rating: pg - 13
Genre: angst
word count: ~ 1200 words
warning: death
Summery: The angel of revenge is on his way.
Time flew by as he had been sitting in his car watching the raindrops fall on the window, separating, only to melt together with another one. It was quiet, except for the calming sound of the rain as the tension in the air around him became thicker.
He waited.
The rain lessened and he tipped his finger lightly against the fogged glass of his car, the drops moving with every small vibration he made by the small amount of pressure against the cold surface. Then he spotted them.
He inhaled, then exhaled.
The big, dark Van stood right in front of the building in which they had their dorm. They looked tired, exhausted to be precise, big, dark bags under their eyes. Without the thick layer of make-up on their faces, the traces of the hardship their job was were evident. They entered the building. One by one, not talking, not joking, not being how they used to be.
The black van drove away and the road was empty again.
He waited.
He didn't have to be so early. Still he wanted to make sure nothing could go wrong. Absolutely nothing. Every little detail was planned and he could not allow anything to go wrong.
The rain had stopped by then, the silence becoming nearly suffocating as he looked at his watch.
1 am.
He sighed, taking a picture out of his pocket.
Considering that the picture was damaged and folded , dog ears on every corner, no one would have been able to tell the immense value this one picture had for it's owner. He pressed the picture to his lips, kissing the heads of the four boys, laughing and hugging on the picture.
He stepped out of the car, making sure that the hood of his jacket was masking his face before closing the door and walking to the luggage trunk of his small Renault, out of which he took a black, big bottle. He locked the car by pressing on a button and started making his way to the apartment complex. He didn't walk, he hobbled, making small hisses at every step, pain shooting through his legs at every small movement.
At this kind of hour everything would be locked and no one would be there, no security, no nothing and it was certainly not a problem for him to open the doors since he had lived there together with them.
He smiled a little, memories flooding his mind, making him waver for a second. But only for a second, before he chuckled lowly, hate spreading in his chest.
He took the elevator -the steps would take too long- and he counted the seconds before the door opened with a soft bling, signalling that he had arrived.
He walked over to the blue, heavy door that was so painfully familiar with him and he touched it, inhaling as he enjoyed the moment of nostalgia. He then faced the small box next to the door, the numbers and a green button glowing a little. Small, confirmative sounds were echoing through the empty hall as he typed the number he knew by heart in, smiling lightly when the box approved and the door opened with a soft click.
So they hadn't changed the password.
Entering the big apartment that had been their dorm felt weird and his heart clenched a little, seeing that nothing had changed. The tidiness was the same, the colour of the walls, the big poster of them in their living room, the smell, the “private business” sign on their bathroom door and even the “best leader on earth” collage they made him for his birthday was still hanging in the kitchen.
He shook his head, shaking the strange feeling away and opened the bottle with one swift movement. The smell was strong and it drove tears into his eyes and his throat clenched. He stifled a cough and decided to start, pouring the clear liquid over their couch and over their white carpet, over everything standing in the living room. The bottle was nearly empty and he was in the middle of pouring the rest over the TV as he heard a small cough, immediately flinching and freezing, stopping in his tracks.
Time stopped and thousands, millions thoughts shot through his brain, questions, doubts, memories, accusations and he mentally prepared himself, forming phrases, a whole speech before turning around and finding himself lost for words. There they stood, exhaustion evident on their faces, but still fresh, bags under their eyes and hair tousled, but still beautiful.
Jonghyun, Kibum, Minho, Taemin.
His heart sank and broke into thousand pieces as hot tears made their way down his face, his body shaking with sobs, sobs that made it so much more difficult to lighten the lighter in his hands. But he made it somehow, avoiding to look at them, avoiding their probably mocking stare as he held a in alcohol soaked piece of cloth in the air, setting it on fire and throwing it on the couch, which immediately caught on the red, orange, blue and yellow mix of hot claws, that would take them all together to hell.
He sank to the ground, his knees giving in, the last bit of strength having left his legs. Then, for the first time in months he looked in their eyes, blinking the tears away and just looked at them, hate, love, sadness, happiness and so much more emotions numbing him a moment before exploding in him, a pain that was indescribable spreading in his chest as he looked at the four smiling boys.
It was not a mock smile, not a sad smile, it was a genuine smile as they stood there Jonghyun hugging Kibum from behind and Taemin snuggling to Minho's chest.
Taemin was the first one to go up to him, smiling and kneeing in front of Jinki, who was by then a crying mess on the floor, doing his best to look at them, not to look away.
Taemin lifted Jinki's chin looking him in the eyes and placing a soft kiss on the older one's forehead.
“We missed you hyung” he whispered and a small tear rolled down his cheeks as he did.
To Taemin's hand on Jinki's chin added four other pairs of hands on his body, soothing him, sweet nothings being whispered as the boys slowly snuggled closer, sharing a sweet moment of unison before the fire would eat them all.
“We were waiting for you to take us.” and Jinki felt the warmness of their bodies and their soft lips and their hands and he felt home. He finally felt home again.
AN: Racheengel is german and means angel of revenge. I used the german word cause it's only one word and I got my inspiration from a poster called racheengel with a person with wings of fire onXD.... I'm sorry for grammar and spelling mistakes I'm too lazy to go through it more than two times...
Sorry for writing something so strange and yeah... I hope you enjoyed~ I wrote this in half an hour ... there are many questions open I know.... but it's up to you to answer them if you feel like it you could write what you think about it... for example what you think that happened to Jinki and soooo on^^ XD
comments are ♥