part 5
The barren fey-grey sky mirrors Baekhyun’s mood over the past two weeks. Locked up inside the elves residence and only allowed to go outside to the cafe downstairs or the convenience store around the corner. He had asked Minseok a week ago why they considered their hideout as the safest location since it’s literally in the heart of Hongdae and build right next to their cafe.
Minseok had given him a mocking grin in return, poking a finger against Baekhyun’s chest and asking him if he had seen the 4 floor building the first time when he had visited the coffee shop and Baekhyun came to terms that he indeed didn’t remember the pompous apartment. A wicked, crooked smile was what he received in return and Minseok’s mysterious babbling of a protective charm that keeps their apartment hidden in a mist away from the human eye.
A tomb-like stillness lies over the apartment today, Baekhyun is inside Jongdae’s refurbished bedroom, staring outside the window and witnesses winters slavering fangs draining the life out of everything around him. The trees are bare, the screeching winds are hunting him in his dreams and the empty skies are depressing. Baekhyun wraps his arms around himself, sensing the coldness from outside seeping through his skin, covering his skin in goosebumps. Fleetingly, he remembers the lake his grandmother would take him to during winter, it would freeze over and they’d walk over it, admiring the glistening snow that flashed like angel-fire. Baekhyun once was marvelled by the majesty of nature during the winter season but tonight his soul feels smothered to death by its bareness.
The journal authored by Junmyeon and Minseok lies on the floor, next to a pillow where Baekhyun likes to sit on, right in front of the old fireplace. The content describes the life of four friends growing up together in peace and reaching adulthood by being chased out of their homes, hunted by a formless disease. The story tells about fear, the dark sea, hope and bitterness of the elves who had once not to fear anything. Not hunger, nor death nor the seething loneliness during the night. The more Baekhyun reads the more he learns about the cause of Jongdae’s closed up heart. The pain he must have felt of losing both of his parents, his home and his title in a new world where some people saw him as a monster.
Tears had stained his cheek one night when he learned about the extinguishing light of joy and hope to live inside the prince’s eyes and the desperate attempts by his friends to recover it to save them all. Everyone has their own past and own burden to carry but Baekhyun seems to have forgotten that some weight can not be compared to others and guilt washes over him when realizes that he has been too self-centered and self-pitying to notice the pain that hid behind the cruel words from others.
Maybe he has also been lacking physical contact since Kyungsoo left to assist Yixing at the government’s administration office. Jongdae hasn’t touched him since that night.
Only fleeting touches of their hands brushing over the dinner table or shoulders bumping together when they all hovered over a spread out map on the table, marking the first possible targets of their riots.
Baekhyun found himself lying awake at night, the ghostly, orb-white winter moon hanging over him, taunting him. Some nights, he yearned to curl up against someone, cling onto someone to assure him that they are doing the right thing, that they’ll be fine. That they’ll survive. During these fleeting moments he craves Jongdae’s bruising lips on his body, his strong hands roaming over his body and confident words whispered into his ear.
Their mutual attraction is not a secret anymore after what had happened that night. They don’t address the topic, too immersed in their daily activities that include mapping out escape routes, possible allies and strategies to assure their safety and triumph.
There are minutes, no, only seconds where Baekhyun allows himself steal shy glances at Jongdae trying to solve the puzzle that revolves around him.
Twirling, snowflakes puff down on the busy street beyond his view, the sky has opened up to cover the blanchland with a sparkling, white and silver mantel. The window glass is cold when Baekhyun presses his palms against it, breath fogging the surface and Baekhyun trails his fingers over it, drawing a tiny, transparent heart.
“Let’s talk.” Baekhyun whips around alarmed at the close proximity of Jongdae’s voice only to find said elf sitting on the bed behind him. He is still wearing his black coat and black boots, his hair glints like diamond dust because of some remaining snowflakes that got caught in it.
Baekhyun slowly, cautiously crosses the room with small steps, his barefeet are cold but his hands are warm as he brushes through Jongdae’s snow-coated hair. “Speak then.”
Jongdae has his eyes closed, hands tightly entangled and resting on his lap, “About us,” he continues and Baekhyun's fingers still from where they were removing another tiny snowflake from the elf’s hair, “Us?” he tastes the syllables on the tip of his tongue, then lowers himself next to Jongdae on the bed, both of them facing ahead, observing the shimmering whir of white outside.
“You are different from the other humans I have encountered,” Jongdae begins, gaze glued to the window. “When I first met you, I only saw a pretty, willing prey and when I found out about your identity. I intended to use you for my own childish revenge.” He stops, hesitant eyes searching for Baekhyun’s whose heart is stuttering at the earnest sight, gathers the courage to hold the intense eye contact, silently urging Jongdae to continue.
“You confused me, with your positive and idealistic mindset. At the club, when you witnessed me losing control over myself, I expected you to abandon me, like all the other humans had. For you to call me a monster and judge me for who I am but you never did. Not once.”
Jongdae rests his back against the soft covers, gaze asking Baekhyun to follow him and Baekhyun quietly complies, lying down next to him. Side by side. “I would have never- “ Baekhyun stops, struggling to find the right words but Jongdae beats him to it,
“I know now but back then I couldn’t believe that a mere human harbors such a selfless, courageous and righteous heart to overlook all of my flaws and to even go to the extent to risk his own life for my kin.” Jongdae’s laughter is strained with a yet to Baekhyun unknown sadness, that has his chest constricting. “When you confronted me at the cafe, I felt like i lost the ground under my feet and I hurt you to save myself from the truth that lurked in your words.”
“You scare me when you are being all serious and grown up.” Baekhyun tries to lighten the atmosphere, gently nudging Jongdae with his shoulder who pinches him in the side in return, “Shut up and listen to me,” he fake-mockingly complains and rolls onto his side, popped up on his elbow.
“That night when you took off in the pouring rain and the message reached us that you were spotted at the bus station close to your parent’s mansion, I was flooded with to that day unknown type of fear. I couldn’t explain why but I felt the need to save you, to make sure you’d return home safely.” Baekhyun catches the whiff of myrrh-scented candles and spots one on Jongdae’s working desk wondering when it was lit. His focus returns to Jongdae who has fallen silent, lost in thoughts.
“Why didn’t you tell me all of this that night, instead of tearing your bedroom apart?” He leaves out their little fiasco in bed for good matters. Bringing it up would probably only add fuel to the fire. Jongdae’s finger reach out and Baekhyun lets him caress his cheek, even closes his eyes and enjoys the soft gesture of physical comfort after two weeks of nothing.
“I couldn’t help myself, you were right there getting into my face and something just snapped inside of me, besides.” Soft fingertips ghost over Baekhyun’s jaw, tilting it so that they are positioned face to face. “You look gorgeous spread out over my sheets.”
Baekhyun’s face heats up, lips suddenly feeling dry so he trails his tongue over them. They are so close, their noses almost touching and Jongdae’s firm hand is still cradling his jaw.
“What did it mean,” Baekhyun hears himself whispering but Jongdae heard him, hand slowly retreating and gaze connecting with the grey ceiling. “I don’t know, I found you attractive right from the very beginning but,” he hesitates, “You just didn’t leave my head. Stuck to my mind like glue. You kept messing with it. All I know is that the mere thought of losing you that night scared the shit out of me.”
A small smile forms on Baekhyun’s lips and he silently locks their pinkies together, relieved that Jongdae didn’t only use him but cared for him even a little bit.
“I don’t regret sleeping with you,” he offers, and Jongdae turns his head to look at him again.
”After our argument and the fire, I felt lost, useless and disgusted with myself. When you came to save me, I was angry, equally confused because I couldn’t figure out your intention. Then back at your apartment, when you kissed me,” Baekhyun’s eyes land on Jongdae’s inviting lips and swallows hard. “All the pain was suddenly gone and it felt good so I-” his cheeks and ears are burning and he presses his lips together in a thin line before he can embarrass himself any further. Jongdae is leaning closer, his body warmth engulfing Baekhyun like a warm, protective blanket and it takes all of his self-restraint to not snuggle closer.
“I want to kiss you again.” It’s an unexpected request and Baekhyun finds himself gaping Jongdae. The elf’s eyes are blown dark, lust-filled and with such strong confident that Baekhyun only manages to nod his head mouthing a voiceless, “Do it then.” Then Jongdae’s lips find his, gently this time, a slow paced rhythm of nibbling and small swipes of their tongues.
Baekhyun’s arms wrap around Jongdae’s neck, pulling him on top of him all whilst their mouths continue to move languidly.
“You taste so good,” Jongdae breathes against his lips and Baekhyun shudders, his fingers playing with the strands of hair on Jongdae’s nape. “I don’t want anyone else to touch you, or kiss you. I want to keep you to myself,” Jongdae confesses, thumbing at Baekhyun’s lip mole before he dives in for another slow kiss.
“You are weird,” Baekhyun mumbles in between kisses, luring a low chuckle from Jongdae and a raised eyebrow. “I know but you are stuck with me for now.”
It’s true, but Baekhyun can’t find himself minding so much not with the way how Jongdae’s lips feel on his, not when their bodies molding together causes his heart flutter. His index finger runs over Jongdae’s lightening bolt tattoo behind his ear wondering if he was born with it. There are still a lot of questions he’d like to ask but he is content with simply being pressed up against Jongdae’s side with their fingers entangled for now.
“So what does that make me? Your dirty little secret on the side?” Baekhyun feels lightheaded, laughing when Jongdae pinches his nose and tickles his sides.
“No, much more than that. Don't push your luck.” Jongdae rolls his eyes fondly, hands brushing some dark strands out of Baekhyun’s hair before pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.
Giddy, childishness happiness spreads through Baekhyun and he cheekily squishes Jongdae’s cheeks. “I didn’t know you had such a sappy side to you.”
“Shut up,” Jongdae groans and straightens up but Baekhyun doesn’t miss the faint blush on the elf’s cheek. It’s almost cute, he coos which causes a pillow being chucked his way. The snow outside doesn’t seem as graceless and much of evil forerunner of what is yet to come. Instead Baekhyun wants to run outside and twirl around in it, be inspired by mother nature and lie down to make a snow-angel. Jongdae is watching him attentively from where he is leaning against the winter shelf, an amused grin tugging on his lips. “Want to accompany me on a walk? We’ve been cooped up in here for weeks, some fresh air will do us good and maybe some coffee.”
Baekhyun scrunches up his nose at the mention of coffee but accepts Jongdae’s outstretched hand to pull him back on his feet. He manages to trip over thin air but Jongdae is right there to steady him with a hand on his hip.
“What if someone spots us?” he asks carefully, well aware that their hearing at the government is only a week away now. They can neither afford to take risks nor to be foolish and reckless.
“We'll be fine, “ Jongdae's melodic voice curls around him protectively like a shield against the cold. “There is a park close by where we can go to and a nice small bakery to sit down. You need to get out of the house.”
Baekhyun can't agree more, Minseok and Junmyeon have been nothing but nice and hostile to him but the fact that he is only watching the sunlight through the thin window glass gnaws at him. The days resemble the routine of a trapped animal and even Chanyeol's pitiful attempts of small talk weren't successful to get his mind off things.
Since Jongdae is already dressed in his coat and boots, Baekhyun stumbles towards the hallway to fetch his own coat, scarf and gloves. Whistling, he bends down to tie his shoelaces while a wave of excitements washes over him. Jongdae steps up to him, hands buried in his pockets and a lazy smile curled over his lips. Minseok and the rest have not returned home yet, so it's easy for them to sneak out for an hour, to spend some alone time together.
The door falls shut behind them and Baekhyun is hit with cool air and tiny snowflakes that stick to his face before melting into small, crystal balls. He chuckles, wiping the wetness of his cheek and throws a mischievous grin at Jongdae behind him.
He quickly gathers some snow in his hands and thrusts it straight at a startled Jongdae. To his pure delight does the snow collide with Jongdae's face. They joy is short lived when Jongdae barrels into him and promptly tackles him into the snow- face first.
They bicker and shove each other around, a unusual light atmosphere spreading between them as they stroll through the park that looks straight out of a fairytale book with trees in their white coats and frozen lake. Baekhyun can see his hot breath in the air, hear some birds chirping in the distance and cheerful chatters of children who are involved in a minor snowball fight.
Baekhyun looks behind them and smiles fondly at their footprints that are now imprinted in the cloud-white surface. Jongdae reaches for his hand then, removing one of his gloves only to enlace their fingers and stuff both of them into his pocket. Baekhyun's body stops trembling, cold replaced by heat as he fights a giggle that threatens to bubble up inside his throat.
They continue on their way, stopping here and then to admire the green ivy that is winded around a tree branch like glass. The tips of Baekhyun's ears prickle under the harsh wind and he sinks deeper into his wool scarf. Jongdae seems to notice and steers them out of the park and to a antique bakery that lies across of the street. Baekhyun bites his bottom lip, drooling at the sight of colorful parfaits, donuts, cupcakes and various kind of pastries displayed in the window. Jongdae is the only reason why he contains himself from pressing his nose against the glass like a child.
“Can we have some?” he pleads and wiggles around on spot to Jongdae's visible amusement. He nods and ushers Baekhyun inside the store, the appetizing scent of cinnamon, chocolate and freshly brewed coffee engulfs them.
They chose to sit in the back corner next to a window, ridding themselves off their coats and stretching their stiff, burning limbs. Their feet are entangled under the table and Baekhyun feels fifteen with a hopeless crush all over again.
“What do you want?” Jongdae is flipping through the menu, searching for Baekhyun's eyes who blushes because Jongdae obviously caught him starring.
“Can we share the plate of waffles with vanilla ice cream and fruit?” Shyness suddenly cloaks his throat and he only manages to rasp put his question earning him a low laughter from Jongdae,
“Yes, sure. And what do you want to drink?”
Baekhyun checks the menu again, brows furrowed in concentration and mind wandering again. He somehow finds himself remembering their first meeting and mumbles, “Caramel Macchiato” in a flustered voice.
Jongdae rests his head on top of his hands, smirking at Baekhyun like he did the first time they met. Baekhyun still wants to slap that shit-eating grin off the elf's ridiculously handsome face, “You do have a weakness for sweets, don't you?” he teases, and Baekhyun promptly kicks against his shin.
“So what? I can grow up later,” he protests and Jongdae groans, massaging his mistreated leg.
Nevertheless does Jongdae move up to the counter to order and Baekhyun anxiously observes the few people inside the bakery, but luckily only a few eye the elf verily while the others are too immersed in their own business.
Jongdae returns shortly carrying two mugs of steaming coffee in his hands and places Baekhyun's caramel macchiato into his waiting palms.
“Careful, it's still hot,” he warns, and Baekhyun nods obediently, blowing at the caramel grid and inhaling the sweet scent.
“It's nice,” he admits after taking a sip of his coffee and Jongdae eyes him questionally, waiting for him to continue, “I mean, us getting coffee together and chatting like this.” he mumbles, ears burning and this time he can't blame it on the cold. It happens quick, Jongdae is leaning over the table, lifting Baekhyun's head with two fingers pressed under his chin and molding their lips together. A brief, quick peck that has Baekhyun's toes curl and heart skip a beat.
Jongdae returns to his seat when their waffles arrive a smug grin plastered on his face. “Stop acting cute like that, it makes me want to kiss you all the time,” he adds when the waiter has left their table.
Baekhyun's face is burning in a red even roses would envy him. Hiccupping, he quickly grabs a fork and guides a piece of strawberry past his lips. He hums at the rich taste that melts on his tongue and bravely offers Jongdae one who first hesitates but then allows a gleeful Baekhyun to feed him in vanilla ice cream dipped fruits.
They spend more than an hour at the bakery, sharing short stories of their lives and childhood. Jongdae telling him about the crystal clear lakes and rich, red berries in their old forest when Tonitrum still existed and Baekhyun listens in awe. They don't talk about the hearing, the revolution that might be inevitable at this point nor the future. Instead they discuss the past and the here and now. Music genres they enjoy, places they want to travel to and food they have yet to try. The whole afternoon is a breeze of fresh air, reminding Baekhyun to breathe and live instead of being trapped by his own fears.
Minseok's stern phone call announces their leave and Baekhyun feels reluctant to leave the bakery that felt like today's safe harbor. However, the moment they exit the cafe, Jongdae's hands find his and they exchange warm smiles. Maybe, Baekhyun's thinks, maybe he found a new harbor in form of a man this time. And in the midst of the darkness, Baekhyun has found a small light of hope breaking through the shadows that offers him a hand.
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The corridors of the government are long, dark and cold. Jongdae never liked the building, especially not the rotten, wet smell that reeks from the walls as if cadavers are hidden beneath them. He is dressed in his formal blue robes, with a golden collar, cuffs and lightening bold sewed on the back. Representing Tonitrum and his kin. Minseok, Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Yixing who joined them for the hearing today are walking next to him. Luhan is swirling and twirling around over their heads, his natural glow illuminating the way and taking away some of the nervousness that gnaws on them.
“You should have stayed home,” he addresses Baekhyun who is also dressed in a robe similar to his and a flower-crown of white daisies gracing his black hair. He looks even more radiant and beautiful like that and Jongdae was left breathless when Minseok returned with Baekhyun after dressing him.
“We already discussed this. If my family is there then I have to face them, have to try to convince them at least,” Baekhyun counters without hesitation, and Jongdae can hear Minseok's amused chuckle.
His cousin has grown fond of Baekhyun, almost treating him like his own younger brother. In every other situation it would be quite endearing but their task today leaves no room for happy daydreams to linger. A graveyard - silence rules over the place and Jongdae's senses are on high alert, readying himself for a possible ambush. Minseok, Chanyeol and Yixing who are dressed in red robes are equally edgy, eyes darting around, searching the darkness for any sign of the foe, any faint sound or creak. It does resemble entering the lion's den but Jongdae is determined to leave these realms without a scratch on any of their faces. No matter how haunted and godless this place appears to be.
Yixing is falling into step with him so Jongdae glances at him curiously.
“We have to choose our words carefully in front of the politicians, my prince,” he advises and Jongdae nods his silent agreement. “I'm aware, we only state our demands and ask for the reestablishment of equality and freedom of elves.”
Tension spreads through his shoulder and his chest tightens worrying for the conceivable outcome of the hearing.
Then there is suddenly a familiar warmth and insurance wrapping around him in form of Baekhyun's smaller hand in his and he can't help but smile at his beautiful human - his human maybe - that is pressing into his side, trying to calm both of their fluttering nerves.
The hall that spreads in front of them is hollow, life and soulless. A long oak table is waiting across of them with five men dressed in mouse-grey suits awaiting them with dark expressions. Their is nothing hostile about their body language nor the way they sneer at them with nothing except disgust and disrespect.
The room has no windows, the only source of light is a golden chandelier dangling off the ceiling above them.
Jongdae stands tall, squaring his shoulders and proud chin lifted high demonstrating his own rang and power. Next to him he can feel Baekhyun’s smaller hand wrap around his bicep, conveying his presence and support wordlessly.
It’s only Yixing who formally bows to the committee. “In the name of the prince of Tonitrum, I, Zhang Yixing would like to relay our gratitude for receiving us in a formal hearing.” He bows, and Jongdae finds his hand curl into fists, nails digging into his palms.
“Yes,” a man with grey hair and a mustache waves Yixing off dismissively before another continues in a monotone voice. “Let us hear what you have to say. We don’t have all day to waste on you freeloaders.”
“Parasites,” another one adds snidely, and if it weren’t for Baekhyun’s gentle fingers running up and down his arm, then Jongdae would have electrofied these stuck up, conservative cruel tyrants. Chanyeol is probably facing equally difficulties to keep his temper in check, but they are aiming for bigger things than taking revenge on cold-blooded politicians who are borderline insane.
“We’d welcome a mutual agreement of reestablishing the freedom and equality status of the elves like during the old days when we first arrived in South Korea and were granted the same rights as you.”
Jongdae recites as Yixing and Minseok have taught him yesterday. The hall falls silent for a moment before a shrill laughter arises and Jongdae’s attention falls on a shorter man who had kept quiet and hidden in the shadows. There is no necessity in questioning the man’s identity not with Baekhyun’s body tensing, breath speeding up and his small frame unintentionally pressing closer into Jongdae’s side. A Byun. As expected.
“You humor me, elf prince, did you drag my worthless son along to pressure me? Did you think that his presence would sway my judgement?” he shrieks like a madman, and Baekhyun next to him starts trembling all over. Minseok is the one who intercepts, his clear voice echoing from the walls.
“Your son has long cut all ties with your household and rebelled against your ideologies. He accompanied us out of his free will.”
Next to him Baekhyun stirs and takes a step forward towards the man who Jongdae assumes is his father judging by age and appearance.
“I am the one who has covered the streets of Seoul with slogans calling for a revolution. And as you have already noticed, the preparator behind the fire incident a few weeks ago. Father, it is time to redeem for what you have done, please just-” But he doesn't get to finish. The chair his father has been resting on gets thrown at them, and Jongdae quickly pulls Baekhyun aside as the piece of wood slams down in front of them with a loud thud.
“Don’t you dare call me your father you filthy rat. You are nothing! A worthless, penniless piece of shit that has nothing to do with the noble line of the Byun household,” Baekhyun’s father barks, spit flying out of his mouths and nostrils flaring like the ones of an angry rhino. Jongdae quickly pushes Baekhyun behind himself, eyes narrowing and gleaming dangerously at the men in front of him. Minseok and Chanyeol have taken the place next to him while Yixing seems to cover their backs for now.
“Don’t you dare lay a single finger on him,” Jongdae threatens, but is only met with a snicker and water glass being hauled at him which he simply blocks with his forearm. He might not be immortal but the strength of an elf exceeds the one of a mere human. Still, there is a red spot seeping through his blue, silky sleeve but Jongdae doesn’t pay that slight scratch any mind.
“My prince,” he can hear Yixing’s concerned voice gasp behind him. Jongdae simply waves him off, focusing on the task at hand.
“I’m asking you again to accept our demands asking for equality and freedom of my kin. If not we have to adopt other means.”
“Other means,” the men with the mustache emphasizes the last consonant by drawing it out, and Jongdae prepares himself. “You filthy scum, your people disturb our peaceful life with your terrifying appearance and abnormal powers. It’s your fate to rot away in the dirty mud.”
Chanyeol is shaking out of anger and even Minseok looks close to snap but Jongdae knows that they have to remain calm to leave these halls alive. Another men rises and Jongdae grits his teeth, “If you think that you can walk in here and change this country over night that you are bloody wrong. You ask for freedom? Equality? Well then fight for it, we will never give it to you parasites out of free will.”
“Fine. We have stated our claims sticking to old laws of this country but as it appears you will leave us without a choice than to gather allies and take freedom through violence.” Jongdae declares, the coldness in his tone seemingly lowering the temperature in the room. The faint sound of fluttering wings reminds Jongdae of Luhan’s presence and he decides that it is time for them to retreat.
“We shall take our leave then,” Yixing starts but is abruptly cut off by Baekhyun’s father who lets out another frightening hyena cackle.
“Leave? How funny, how naive to assume that we would let such a great opportunity of killing the last prince of Tonitrum and his wise council. None of you will leave this building alive.” Jongdae feels Baekhyun’s arms winding around him, hand resting over his heart like a shield. Minseok and Chanyeol are both flanking him with Yixing at the back so that they are forming a circle.
“An evil charm lies within these halls, it suppresses our abilities.” The light amount of panic in Minseok’s voice has Jongdae’s own heart racing inside his chest.
How were these people able to discover one of the ancient charms that is able to block their abilities? There shouldn’t be any books or documents about those, all of them should have been burned or locked away a long, long time ago. Apparently Jongdae has been wrong about that judging by the Byun’s mocking grin as he pulls a gun out of his black suit jacket.
“Who shall I kill first? The mighty prince himself or the scum that is hiding behind his back?” The other men have left their chairs and are now circling them like blood-thirsty predators ready to rip their prey’s limps out.
Baekhyun resurfaces from behind him and Jongdae isn’t fast enough to keep him shielded behind him as the human boldly spreads both of his arms and slides himself in front of him.
“Baekhyun have you lost your fucking mind,” Jongdae hears himself shouting, seeing the iron trigger slowly being pulled and everything just happens too fast afterwards. There is a shot fired and then another adding smoke that burns in their eyes and throats like poison, the sound of the bullet smashing against the wall releases the evil that is terror and fear inside their hearts.
“Baekhyun!” Jongdae tries to see through the thick cloak of grey clouds. He can hear Minseok close to him, coughing and hovering over Chanyeol who has collapsed onto the floor. Right, his friend has always been more sensitive to aggressive smells, Jongdae curses but keeps searching through the smog for his source of light.
“J-Jongdae?” it’s only a faint whimper but Jongdae’s catches it, head snapping around and following the sound until he almost trips over Baekhyun’s petite frame, writhing on the cold floor. He is pressing down on his shoulder with one hand, lip caught in between his teeth to swallow the agony the injury must cause him. Jongdae is right there, embracing him and hugging him close against his chest. “You silly thing,” he stammers, feeling the warmth of Baekhyun’s blood under his palm.
“It only grazed him. He’ll be fine if we can make out alive.” Yixing has appeared next to them, kneeling and examining Baekhyun’s wound closely. Minseok is stumbling closer supporting a heavy panting Chanyeol.
“This isn’t just smoke- it’s tear gas,” he hisses, eyes red and burning with tears. The foul smell has Jongdae stomach twist and turn, ignoring the growing nausea and dizziness.
“Come out and play with us little elves,” the spiteful voice of Baekhyun’s father sing-songs through the cloak of gas. He is probably wearing a mask to protect himself from the chemical. Jongdae is distracted by Baekhyun’s agonizing coughing, a small line of blood dripping from the corner his lip. “We need to get out, now!” he yells, tearing off a part of his sleeve and pushing it over Baekhyun’s mouth to ease the pain at least a little bit.
Then there is a faint trail of fairydust breaking through the darkness building a narrow passage and Jongdae doesn’t trust his eyes when a young man, dressed in navy robes comes running through it. “Who?” he gapes at the stranger whose porcelain pale face is stretched in sorrow. He shakes his head, blond hair falling into his face. “We have no time for this now, my prince. I can only uphold my barrier for a short amount of time. We must go now.”
As on command Jongdae’s lungs are filled with fresh air and even Chanyeol regains consciousness as if the shield not only serves to their protection but also to speed up their healing process they naturally possess as elves.
“We have no choice but to trust him; Baekhyun needs medical treatment,” Minseok urges and helps Chanyeol to move over to the passage the stranger is gesturing to. Jongdae hesitates but Baekhyun’s life is worth any risk. He carefully gathers him in his arms and nods to Yixing signalizing to him that it’s okay to follow after the stranger.
Another bullet crashes against the shield, shakes it and the stranger inhales sharply, “Quick, they are calling for backup.” Without looking back Jongdae hurries after the stranger, Yixing, Minseok and Chanyeol hot on their heels as the screams and echo of bullets fired against their shield is growing louder.
They run until their lungs burn, until their legs feel like giving up, through endless corridors that resemble a maze where people are swallowed by shadows. Jongdae follows the stranger who glisters in the dark, it reminds him of something but he can not put his finger on it. They rest only to load Baekhyun onto Jongdae’s back before they continue rushing down the hallway.
“We are almost there,” the stranger calls out to them and Jongdae hopes he is leading them to the outside and not into another trap. He trips but catches himself in time, throwing a worried gaze at Baekhyun over his shoulder whose head rests lifelessly on his shoulder. The moment they break through the heavy, wooden entrance door with the stranger’s help the protective barrier puffs out into thin air but so does the charm that blocked their abilities and Jongdae doesn’t have the energy left to stop Chanyeol from promptly setting the entrance hall on fire. It will stall their enemy and give them enough time to return to the safety of their hideout.
The man in the golden robes is panting, sweat glistening on his forehead as he points at a car, big enough to fit all of them and Jongdae nods instructing the rest of his team to board the vehicle. He closes the door and sits in front next to Minseok who takes the wheel. Jongdae carefully pressed Baekhyun’s head against his chest, assuring that his boyfriend is comfortable on his lap.
As the engines start and the car drives of do they witness a minor explosion inside the government building and they all know that life will never be the same now.
They drive to the apartment doesn’t take long and they soon have carried Baekhyun into Jongdae’s bedroom and lied him down on the bed. Kyungsoo and Junmyeon had immediately rushed to their side, offering them water and medicine. Yixing is currently attending to his wounds, disinfecting them with an old, yellowish serum he retrieved from Tonitrum’s healer. Jongdae feels guilt well up inside of him. If only he had checked for any blockades caused by charms earlier, if only he had listened to Minseok and chose a different way to convey their demands. Instead, as expected of him he chose the reckless solution that could have cost the lives of them all.
“I know what you are thinking, but stop,” Chanyeol’s smoky voice pulls him out of his self-pity. “You did what you thought was right and we followed you without complaint and doubt. You are not to blame for what happened inside the ministry.” Chanyeol is approaching him, his hand coming to rest on his shoulder and Jongdae manages a small, grateful smile.
“It was the right choice, Dae,” Minseok approves from where he is standing close to their life savior.
The man in the golden robe is leaning against the window shelf watching Baekhyun intensely and only then does Jongdae remember his unknown identity,
“Who are you, I’d like to know the name of the man who saved us all.” It’s Minseok whose curiousity gets the better of him first for which Jongdae’s is grateful for.
The man seizes Minseok with a warm smile, hands coming up to cup his cousin’s face who freezes at the unexpected intimidate touch by a stranger. “My name is Luhan. I embody change in the young prince’s heart. The moment he decided to change for the human boy was the spell that lied on me lifted, but I yet almost was too late to save you” He pauses and his hazel eyes turn sad. “I apologize for not coming to your aid earlier, I wasn’t fully freed of the ban yet when you entered the hearing hall.”
“Wait,” Jongdae whips around, head throbbing and announcing a bitter headache. “Luhan? You are born from one of my emotions?” he prompts and Luhan casually nods his head.
“Elves are not the only magical creatures on this planets; it’s just that the other kinds have been forgotten about,” he explains matter-of-factly, finally releasing his hold of Minseok’s face whose cheeks have been painted in a soft pink.
“So, you are saying,” all eyes land on the bed, where Baekhyun’s eye lids are currently fluttering open, words coming out raspy and raw, “that we owe our lives to a shape shifter?” The candlelight is clashing on his pale face, but Jongdae is relieved to see a healthy tint of rose breaking across his cheeks.
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“You have heard of us shape shifters?” Luhan appears to be in awe, crossing the room in big strives to sit down on the edge of the bed, gifting Baekhyun with a fond smile.
“I have read about them once, I only took them for legends, myths that were made up by hikers that lost their path in the woods, centuries ago.” Baekhyun’s breath hitches and dies in his throat as he stares at Luhan in pure fascination. Never did he think about meeting other mystical creatures he read about once in his grandmother’s old books but there he is, Luhan, dressed in golden robes, sun-kissed hair and a thin layer of fairydust covering him like a coat making him glow in the dawning sunlight peeking past the curtains.
“I’m and it’s mostly thanks to you, brave little human who managed to lure the elf prince who lost his way back to his original track.” Luhan hums, tweaking Baekhyun's nose softly who squeaks in surprise. Jongdae is right there, glaring at Luhan before his accusing gaze comes to rest on Baekhyun who feels himself shrinking against the pillow currently supporting his back.
“What were you thinking again? You could have died if the bullet had hit you in the chest!” Jongdae drawls furiously but Baekhyun can only show him a relieved, bright smile in return, “I wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt of my father killing the one I-” He stops himself, gaze lowering and cursing the blush that is once again creeping up his neck. Luhan next to him just chuckles and he can feel Kyungsoo ruffling his hair affectionately.
The room feels hot, Baekhyun starts fanning himself with his hand, observing Jongdae approaching and sitting down next to him. “Silly, what would I have done when I lost you in there?” he guides Baekhyun’s hand to his lips and kisses the skin softly.
Minseok is getting the hint and starts ushering the gawking bystanders out of the room so that Jongdae and Baekhyun can talk for a moment in private. Silence, but a comfortable one, thin beams of light are filtering through the shades, caressing Jongdae’s face and Baekhyun reaches out, thumb trailing over Jongdae’s prominent cheek bone. “I’m right here and I won’t be leaving before we attain our goal.”
Humming, Jongdae pecks his cheek, then his forehead down over the tip of his nose before finding Baekhyun’s lips and brushing them against his own, slowly and tenderly, they forget about the world for a few seconds, tension and fear replaced by warmth and reassurance of each other’s presence.
“So, the revolution is inevitable, isn't it?” Baekhyun cannot erase the sadness inside his words for that he had hoped to somehow solve their problem without violence. Gentle fingers thread through his hair before Jongdae slips under the covers next to him, pulling him flush against him with his arm coming to rest around Baekhyun’s shoulders.
“Yea, I will talk to Junmyeon and the rest later, we need to gather our allies and ask Luhan if his kin would support us.” he gently draws circles on Baekhyun’s back who allows his head to sink on Jongdae’s shoulder, to rest for a while and bath in the elf’s attention.
“We’ll be fine, I won’t make any promises or talk about the future but,” Jongdae wavers, motion coming to a halt when he searches for the right words, “ But I know that no matter what happens, if you stay with me then I can endure anything.”
“Sap, “ Baekhyun chuckles, as he trails his index finger over the lightening bolt tattoo on Jongdae’s neck, it soothes him, “but I as well won't hesitate nor fret to follow your lead, I believe that together we can make it through this darkness,”
“...and reattain the light.” Jongdae finishes and leans his head on top of Baekhyun’s. They fall asleep like that exhausted from the long day and physical struggled they had to endure. The sun sets and the last beams of sunlight vanish from the sky and Baekhyun sinks into a deep, slumber with Jongdae by his side.
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It has been two weeks of restless, long nights spent inside their hideout. The city map of Seoul is spread out over the wall, marked with red and black crosses all over highlighting the locations of the residence of the nobleman which they are planning on targeting. Sparing innocent lives is their first priority and they have thoroughly done their research to double check.
Minseok and Junmyeon both carrying a mug with black coffee in their hands are adding green lines to the map representing save areas and blind spots for them to take cover in case of an emergency or ambush.
Chanyeol, Kyungsoo and Luhan, who has become a close friend and ally to them within a few days, are gathering more like-minded people who will support them. A long journey lies ahead of them into a future in which they will either come out as free, respected members of society or locked away in the dark - if not dead.
Baekhyun’s eye lids keep on dropping, snoozing away on the arm chair he is sprawled out over. Tomorrow will mark the start, tomorrow they will attack the first residence, plant a bomb inside when the politician who owns it is out to dine with fellow politicians. The first rule of their proposal is to spare as many lives as possible. To educate, to make a point instead of aimless kills. That would only place them on the same levels as the one who took the lives of many innocent elves away.
“You should sleep, we have a big day in front of us.” Jongdae approaches him, dark circles under his eyes indicating how tired he is himself. Baekhyun tries to stifle a yawn behind his hand, slowly shifting into a sitting position. “Have you heard from Kyungsoo and the others?” he finds himself asking and Jongdae ops to lower himself on the armrest,
“Luhan called earlier, they recruited about ten shape shifters and ten elves who will move into another charm-protected apartment complex close to the cafe.”
It’s a start, a week ago about five elves and five students from Baekhyun’s university joined their operation, one of them being Sehun. The freshman had simply grinned at Baekhyun and told him that he always wanted to help the elves but didn’t know how. Courage, enthusiasm, kindness, determination and loyalty will decide over their fate which Jongdae stressed in his speech to the new additions to their group. All of them did not carry a small mark in form of a lightning bolt at the inside of their wrist, marking them as one of a kind.
“We are not alone,” Baekhyun mumbles, his cheek coming to rest against Jongdae’s leg who immediately runs a hand through his hair, a habit he seems to have picked up over the last month. “No, we won’t stand alone against our enemy. Don’t worry.”
However, Baekhyun’s heart feels heavy inside his chest, concerns snaking their way inside his brain like poisonous anacondas ready to poison his every sense.
Jongdae suddenly pulls on his arm, easily pulling Baekhyun on his feet and gently lacing their fingers to guide them outside on the balcony. The lily-white railing is almost blending in with the glistening snow coat mother nature has laid upon her. Baekhyun places his bare palms on the railing, embracing the tingling sensation that sizzles under his skin. A cold breeze prickles on his face, stroking his cheeks as if to tell him to hang in there, to be strong. Jongdae comes from behind, wrapping both of them into a soft, wool blanket, his hands winding around Baekhyun’s middle so that their bodies are pressed flush against each other,
“Breath, sugar,” he whispers into Baekhyun’s air sweetly, like the caramel macchiatos he makes for Baekhyun some days in the morning. Closing his eyes, Baekhyun does just that, inhaling the cool, clear winter air and freeing his mind from any unwanted thoughts. Inhale, exhale. One step after another. Slowly but surely. Unafraid of what tomorrow has in store for them. Baekhyun guides Jongdae’s hand over his heart and covers it with his own,
“Say if we survive this revolution,” courage strikes his body like a lightning bolt, his brown eyes set on the dancing stars in the night sky. “Will you tell me with words what I mean to you?”
Against expectation Jongdae’s body stays free from tension or any other signs of him being uncomfortable with the question instead Baekhyun senses a pair of soft lips brushing over his neck, peppering it with kisses. “I might, if we are able to walk the streets of Seoul as free men without being afraid of creeping shadows then I’ll tell you.” His embrace tightens and Baekhyun sees their breaths mixing and drifting into the night sky, together.
“But tonight,” Jongdae’s voice is dangerously low causing goosebumps to blossom on Baekhyun’s skin, “I shall show you without words.” He drops a kiss behind Baekhyun’s ear, teeth scraping over the shell to emphasize his words.
“Jongdae, we can’t, tomorrow-” It is a weak attempt to think rationally when his body has already decided to bath in Jongdae’s affection.
“-Is far away,” Jongdae finishes his sentence, cradling Baekhyun from side to side, gently, soothingly - a silent promise to protect him, to stay by his side even beyond the sunrise.
“Let me hold you tonight, let me prove what I can’t convey with words,” he pleads against Baekhyun’s temple and his self-restraint snaps, he turns around with his arms flying around Jongdae’s neck and his lips molding against Jongdae’s passionately.
Tomorrow they will take the first step into a vague future, tomorrow their hands might be covered in blood, tomorrow they might lose someone dear to them but not tonight. Tonight they will share a last dance of adoration, of devotion and despair. One more time freely without chains binding them down to the dusty ground, one more time of flying up into the sky without wings. A last dance of two so very different souls that are drawn together like magnets. Tied together by fate and their shared yearning for freedom.
Liberty, Equality, Fraternity or Death - were the screams that filled France during the french revolution and these words shall echo from the narrow alley ways of Seoul until these will also be freed of tyranny.
As their bodies become one and their bodies burn in the passion of a new beginning, Baekhyun imagines to see colorful fireworks going off outside, painting the dark sky in the shades of hope and dreams.
Three month ago Baekhyun had never imagine that the day would come when he would be the part of something as big as a revolution. To fuel a change in this world.Then again he wouldn’t have been brave enough to take the last step if it wasn’t for the bad-tempered Tanitrui who kept pushing him to his limits. Whose hard shell is hiding a soft core.
A person Baekhyun can’t imagine to live without anymore. So lying in the arms of said person Baekhyun finds himself placing a silent prayer, asking the gods to watch over them, to guide them to freedom and to allow them to be with each other without restrains. No matter how many tomorrows are yet to come, no matter how many obstacles thrown their way to please have mercy on them and let them live.
Together. For a long, long time.
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Minseok had given him a mocking grin in return, poking a finger against Baekhyun’s chest and asking him if he had seen the 4 floor building the first time when he had visited the coffee shop and Baekhyun came to terms that he indeed didn’t remember the pompous apartment. A wicked, crooked smile was what he received in return and Minseok’s mysterious babbling of a protective charm that keeps their apartment hidden in a mist away from the human eye.
A tomb-like stillness lies over the apartment today, Baekhyun is inside Jongdae’s refurbished bedroom, staring outside the window and witnesses winters slavering fangs draining the life out of everything around him. The trees are bare, the screeching winds are hunting him in his dreams and the empty skies are depressing. Baekhyun wraps his arms around himself, sensing the coldness from outside seeping through his skin, covering his skin in goosebumps. Fleetingly, he remembers the lake his grandmother would take him to during winter, it would freeze over and they’d walk over it, admiring the glistening snow that flashed like angel-fire. Baekhyun once was marvelled by the majesty of nature during the winter season but tonight his soul feels smothered to death by its bareness.
The journal authored by Junmyeon and Minseok lies on the floor, next to a pillow where Baekhyun likes to sit on, right in front of the old fireplace. The content describes the life of four friends growing up together in peace and reaching adulthood by being chased out of their homes, hunted by a formless disease. The story tells about fear, the dark sea, hope and bitterness of the elves who had once not to fear anything. Not hunger, nor death nor the seething loneliness during the night. The more Baekhyun reads the more he learns about the cause of Jongdae’s closed up heart. The pain he must have felt of losing both of his parents, his home and his title in a new world where some people saw him as a monster.
Tears had stained his cheek one night when he learned about the extinguishing light of joy and hope to live inside the prince’s eyes and the desperate attempts by his friends to recover it to save them all. Everyone has their own past and own burden to carry but Baekhyun seems to have forgotten that some weight can not be compared to others and guilt washes over him when realizes that he has been too self-centered and self-pitying to notice the pain that hid behind the cruel words from others.
Maybe he has also been lacking physical contact since Kyungsoo left to assist Yixing at the government’s administration office. Jongdae hasn’t touched him since that night.
Only fleeting touches of their hands brushing over the dinner table or shoulders bumping together when they all hovered over a spread out map on the table, marking the first possible targets of their riots.
Baekhyun found himself lying awake at night, the ghostly, orb-white winter moon hanging over him, taunting him. Some nights, he yearned to curl up against someone, cling onto someone to assure him that they are doing the right thing, that they’ll be fine. That they’ll survive. During these fleeting moments he craves Jongdae’s bruising lips on his body, his strong hands roaming over his body and confident words whispered into his ear.
Their mutual attraction is not a secret anymore after what had happened that night. They don’t address the topic, too immersed in their daily activities that include mapping out escape routes, possible allies and strategies to assure their safety and triumph.
There are minutes, no, only seconds where Baekhyun allows himself steal shy glances at Jongdae trying to solve the puzzle that revolves around him.
Twirling, snowflakes puff down on the busy street beyond his view, the sky has opened up to cover the blanchland with a sparkling, white and silver mantel. The window glass is cold when Baekhyun presses his palms against it, breath fogging the surface and Baekhyun trails his fingers over it, drawing a tiny, transparent heart.
“Let’s talk.” Baekhyun whips around alarmed at the close proximity of Jongdae’s voice only to find said elf sitting on the bed behind him. He is still wearing his black coat and black boots, his hair glints like diamond dust because of some remaining snowflakes that got caught in it.
Baekhyun slowly, cautiously crosses the room with small steps, his barefeet are cold but his hands are warm as he brushes through Jongdae’s snow-coated hair. “Speak then.”
Jongdae has his eyes closed, hands tightly entangled and resting on his lap, “About us,” he continues and Baekhyun's fingers still from where they were removing another tiny snowflake from the elf’s hair, “Us?” he tastes the syllables on the tip of his tongue, then lowers himself next to Jongdae on the bed, both of them facing ahead, observing the shimmering whir of white outside.
“You are different from the other humans I have encountered,” Jongdae begins, gaze glued to the window. “When I first met you, I only saw a pretty, willing prey and when I found out about your identity. I intended to use you for my own childish revenge.” He stops, hesitant eyes searching for Baekhyun’s whose heart is stuttering at the earnest sight, gathers the courage to hold the intense eye contact, silently urging Jongdae to continue.
“You confused me, with your positive and idealistic mindset. At the club, when you witnessed me losing control over myself, I expected you to abandon me, like all the other humans had. For you to call me a monster and judge me for who I am but you never did. Not once.”
Jongdae rests his back against the soft covers, gaze asking Baekhyun to follow him and Baekhyun quietly complies, lying down next to him. Side by side. “I would have never- “ Baekhyun stops, struggling to find the right words but Jongdae beats him to it,
“I know now but back then I couldn’t believe that a mere human harbors such a selfless, courageous and righteous heart to overlook all of my flaws and to even go to the extent to risk his own life for my kin.” Jongdae’s laughter is strained with a yet to Baekhyun unknown sadness, that has his chest constricting. “When you confronted me at the cafe, I felt like i lost the ground under my feet and I hurt you to save myself from the truth that lurked in your words.”
“You scare me when you are being all serious and grown up.” Baekhyun tries to lighten the atmosphere, gently nudging Jongdae with his shoulder who pinches him in the side in return, “Shut up and listen to me,” he fake-mockingly complains and rolls onto his side, popped up on his elbow.
“That night when you took off in the pouring rain and the message reached us that you were spotted at the bus station close to your parent’s mansion, I was flooded with to that day unknown type of fear. I couldn’t explain why but I felt the need to save you, to make sure you’d return home safely.” Baekhyun catches the whiff of myrrh-scented candles and spots one on Jongdae’s working desk wondering when it was lit. His focus returns to Jongdae who has fallen silent, lost in thoughts.
“Why didn’t you tell me all of this that night, instead of tearing your bedroom apart?” He leaves out their little fiasco in bed for good matters. Bringing it up would probably only add fuel to the fire. Jongdae’s finger reach out and Baekhyun lets him caress his cheek, even closes his eyes and enjoys the soft gesture of physical comfort after two weeks of nothing.
“I couldn’t help myself, you were right there getting into my face and something just snapped inside of me, besides.” Soft fingertips ghost over Baekhyun’s jaw, tilting it so that they are positioned face to face. “You look gorgeous spread out over my sheets.”
Baekhyun’s face heats up, lips suddenly feeling dry so he trails his tongue over them. They are so close, their noses almost touching and Jongdae’s firm hand is still cradling his jaw.
“What did it mean,” Baekhyun hears himself whispering but Jongdae heard him, hand slowly retreating and gaze connecting with the grey ceiling. “I don’t know, I found you attractive right from the very beginning but,” he hesitates, “You just didn’t leave my head. Stuck to my mind like glue. You kept messing with it. All I know is that the mere thought of losing you that night scared the shit out of me.”
A small smile forms on Baekhyun’s lips and he silently locks their pinkies together, relieved that Jongdae didn’t only use him but cared for him even a little bit.
“I don’t regret sleeping with you,” he offers, and Jongdae turns his head to look at him again.
”After our argument and the fire, I felt lost, useless and disgusted with myself. When you came to save me, I was angry, equally confused because I couldn’t figure out your intention. Then back at your apartment, when you kissed me,” Baekhyun’s eyes land on Jongdae’s inviting lips and swallows hard. “All the pain was suddenly gone and it felt good so I-” his cheeks and ears are burning and he presses his lips together in a thin line before he can embarrass himself any further. Jongdae is leaning closer, his body warmth engulfing Baekhyun like a warm, protective blanket and it takes all of his self-restraint to not snuggle closer.
“I want to kiss you again.” It’s an unexpected request and Baekhyun finds himself gaping Jongdae. The elf’s eyes are blown dark, lust-filled and with such strong confident that Baekhyun only manages to nod his head mouthing a voiceless, “Do it then.” Then Jongdae’s lips find his, gently this time, a slow paced rhythm of nibbling and small swipes of their tongues.
Baekhyun’s arms wrap around Jongdae’s neck, pulling him on top of him all whilst their mouths continue to move languidly.
“You taste so good,” Jongdae breathes against his lips and Baekhyun shudders, his fingers playing with the strands of hair on Jongdae’s nape. “I don’t want anyone else to touch you, or kiss you. I want to keep you to myself,” Jongdae confesses, thumbing at Baekhyun’s lip mole before he dives in for another slow kiss.
“You are weird,” Baekhyun mumbles in between kisses, luring a low chuckle from Jongdae and a raised eyebrow. “I know but you are stuck with me for now.”
It’s true, but Baekhyun can’t find himself minding so much not with the way how Jongdae’s lips feel on his, not when their bodies molding together causes his heart flutter. His index finger runs over Jongdae’s lightening bolt tattoo behind his ear wondering if he was born with it. There are still a lot of questions he’d like to ask but he is content with simply being pressed up against Jongdae’s side with their fingers entangled for now.
“So what does that make me? Your dirty little secret on the side?” Baekhyun feels lightheaded, laughing when Jongdae pinches his nose and tickles his sides.
“No, much more than that. Don't push your luck.” Jongdae rolls his eyes fondly, hands brushing some dark strands out of Baekhyun’s hair before pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.
Giddy, childishness happiness spreads through Baekhyun and he cheekily squishes Jongdae’s cheeks. “I didn’t know you had such a sappy side to you.”
“Shut up,” Jongdae groans and straightens up but Baekhyun doesn’t miss the faint blush on the elf’s cheek. It’s almost cute, he coos which causes a pillow being chucked his way. The snow outside doesn’t seem as graceless and much of evil forerunner of what is yet to come. Instead Baekhyun wants to run outside and twirl around in it, be inspired by mother nature and lie down to make a snow-angel. Jongdae is watching him attentively from where he is leaning against the winter shelf, an amused grin tugging on his lips. “Want to accompany me on a walk? We’ve been cooped up in here for weeks, some fresh air will do us good and maybe some coffee.”
Baekhyun scrunches up his nose at the mention of coffee but accepts Jongdae’s outstretched hand to pull him back on his feet. He manages to trip over thin air but Jongdae is right there to steady him with a hand on his hip.
“What if someone spots us?” he asks carefully, well aware that their hearing at the government is only a week away now. They can neither afford to take risks nor to be foolish and reckless.
“We'll be fine, “ Jongdae's melodic voice curls around him protectively like a shield against the cold. “There is a park close by where we can go to and a nice small bakery to sit down. You need to get out of the house.”
Baekhyun can't agree more, Minseok and Junmyeon have been nothing but nice and hostile to him but the fact that he is only watching the sunlight through the thin window glass gnaws at him. The days resemble the routine of a trapped animal and even Chanyeol's pitiful attempts of small talk weren't successful to get his mind off things.
Since Jongdae is already dressed in his coat and boots, Baekhyun stumbles towards the hallway to fetch his own coat, scarf and gloves. Whistling, he bends down to tie his shoelaces while a wave of excitements washes over him. Jongdae steps up to him, hands buried in his pockets and a lazy smile curled over his lips. Minseok and the rest have not returned home yet, so it's easy for them to sneak out for an hour, to spend some alone time together.
The door falls shut behind them and Baekhyun is hit with cool air and tiny snowflakes that stick to his face before melting into small, crystal balls. He chuckles, wiping the wetness of his cheek and throws a mischievous grin at Jongdae behind him.
He quickly gathers some snow in his hands and thrusts it straight at a startled Jongdae. To his pure delight does the snow collide with Jongdae's face. They joy is short lived when Jongdae barrels into him and promptly tackles him into the snow- face first.
They bicker and shove each other around, a unusual light atmosphere spreading between them as they stroll through the park that looks straight out of a fairytale book with trees in their white coats and frozen lake. Baekhyun can see his hot breath in the air, hear some birds chirping in the distance and cheerful chatters of children who are involved in a minor snowball fight.
Baekhyun looks behind them and smiles fondly at their footprints that are now imprinted in the cloud-white surface. Jongdae reaches for his hand then, removing one of his gloves only to enlace their fingers and stuff both of them into his pocket. Baekhyun's body stops trembling, cold replaced by heat as he fights a giggle that threatens to bubble up inside his throat.
They continue on their way, stopping here and then to admire the green ivy that is winded around a tree branch like glass. The tips of Baekhyun's ears prickle under the harsh wind and he sinks deeper into his wool scarf. Jongdae seems to notice and steers them out of the park and to a antique bakery that lies across of the street. Baekhyun bites his bottom lip, drooling at the sight of colorful parfaits, donuts, cupcakes and various kind of pastries displayed in the window. Jongdae is the only reason why he contains himself from pressing his nose against the glass like a child.
“Can we have some?” he pleads and wiggles around on spot to Jongdae's visible amusement. He nods and ushers Baekhyun inside the store, the appetizing scent of cinnamon, chocolate and freshly brewed coffee engulfs them.
They chose to sit in the back corner next to a window, ridding themselves off their coats and stretching their stiff, burning limbs. Their feet are entangled under the table and Baekhyun feels fifteen with a hopeless crush all over again.
“What do you want?” Jongdae is flipping through the menu, searching for Baekhyun's eyes who blushes because Jongdae obviously caught him starring.
“Can we share the plate of waffles with vanilla ice cream and fruit?” Shyness suddenly cloaks his throat and he only manages to rasp put his question earning him a low laughter from Jongdae,
“Yes, sure. And what do you want to drink?”
Baekhyun checks the menu again, brows furrowed in concentration and mind wandering again. He somehow finds himself remembering their first meeting and mumbles, “Caramel Macchiato” in a flustered voice.
Jongdae rests his head on top of his hands, smirking at Baekhyun like he did the first time they met. Baekhyun still wants to slap that shit-eating grin off the elf's ridiculously handsome face, “You do have a weakness for sweets, don't you?” he teases, and Baekhyun promptly kicks against his shin.
“So what? I can grow up later,” he protests and Jongdae groans, massaging his mistreated leg.
Nevertheless does Jongdae move up to the counter to order and Baekhyun anxiously observes the few people inside the bakery, but luckily only a few eye the elf verily while the others are too immersed in their own business.
Jongdae returns shortly carrying two mugs of steaming coffee in his hands and places Baekhyun's caramel macchiato into his waiting palms.
“Careful, it's still hot,” he warns, and Baekhyun nods obediently, blowing at the caramel grid and inhaling the sweet scent.
“It's nice,” he admits after taking a sip of his coffee and Jongdae eyes him questionally, waiting for him to continue, “I mean, us getting coffee together and chatting like this.” he mumbles, ears burning and this time he can't blame it on the cold. It happens quick, Jongdae is leaning over the table, lifting Baekhyun's head with two fingers pressed under his chin and molding their lips together. A brief, quick peck that has Baekhyun's toes curl and heart skip a beat.
Jongdae returns to his seat when their waffles arrive a smug grin plastered on his face. “Stop acting cute like that, it makes me want to kiss you all the time,” he adds when the waiter has left their table.
Baekhyun's face is burning in a red even roses would envy him. Hiccupping, he quickly grabs a fork and guides a piece of strawberry past his lips. He hums at the rich taste that melts on his tongue and bravely offers Jongdae one who first hesitates but then allows a gleeful Baekhyun to feed him in vanilla ice cream dipped fruits.
They spend more than an hour at the bakery, sharing short stories of their lives and childhood. Jongdae telling him about the crystal clear lakes and rich, red berries in their old forest when Tonitrum still existed and Baekhyun listens in awe. They don't talk about the hearing, the revolution that might be inevitable at this point nor the future. Instead they discuss the past and the here and now. Music genres they enjoy, places they want to travel to and food they have yet to try. The whole afternoon is a breeze of fresh air, reminding Baekhyun to breathe and live instead of being trapped by his own fears.
Minseok's stern phone call announces their leave and Baekhyun feels reluctant to leave the bakery that felt like today's safe harbor. However, the moment they exit the cafe, Jongdae's hands find his and they exchange warm smiles. Maybe, Baekhyun's thinks, maybe he found a new harbor in form of a man this time. And in the midst of the darkness, Baekhyun has found a small light of hope breaking through the shadows that offers him a hand.
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The corridors of the government are long, dark and cold. Jongdae never liked the building, especially not the rotten, wet smell that reeks from the walls as if cadavers are hidden beneath them. He is dressed in his formal blue robes, with a golden collar, cuffs and lightening bold sewed on the back. Representing Tonitrum and his kin. Minseok, Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Yixing who joined them for the hearing today are walking next to him. Luhan is swirling and twirling around over their heads, his natural glow illuminating the way and taking away some of the nervousness that gnaws on them.
“You should have stayed home,” he addresses Baekhyun who is also dressed in a robe similar to his and a flower-crown of white daisies gracing his black hair. He looks even more radiant and beautiful like that and Jongdae was left breathless when Minseok returned with Baekhyun after dressing him.
“We already discussed this. If my family is there then I have to face them, have to try to convince them at least,” Baekhyun counters without hesitation, and Jongdae can hear Minseok's amused chuckle.
His cousin has grown fond of Baekhyun, almost treating him like his own younger brother. In every other situation it would be quite endearing but their task today leaves no room for happy daydreams to linger. A graveyard - silence rules over the place and Jongdae's senses are on high alert, readying himself for a possible ambush. Minseok, Chanyeol and Yixing who are dressed in red robes are equally edgy, eyes darting around, searching the darkness for any sign of the foe, any faint sound or creak. It does resemble entering the lion's den but Jongdae is determined to leave these realms without a scratch on any of their faces. No matter how haunted and godless this place appears to be.
Yixing is falling into step with him so Jongdae glances at him curiously.
“We have to choose our words carefully in front of the politicians, my prince,” he advises and Jongdae nods his silent agreement. “I'm aware, we only state our demands and ask for the reestablishment of equality and freedom of elves.”
Tension spreads through his shoulder and his chest tightens worrying for the conceivable outcome of the hearing.
Then there is suddenly a familiar warmth and insurance wrapping around him in form of Baekhyun's smaller hand in his and he can't help but smile at his beautiful human - his human maybe - that is pressing into his side, trying to calm both of their fluttering nerves.
The hall that spreads in front of them is hollow, life and soulless. A long oak table is waiting across of them with five men dressed in mouse-grey suits awaiting them with dark expressions. Their is nothing hostile about their body language nor the way they sneer at them with nothing except disgust and disrespect.
The room has no windows, the only source of light is a golden chandelier dangling off the ceiling above them.
Jongdae stands tall, squaring his shoulders and proud chin lifted high demonstrating his own rang and power. Next to him he can feel Baekhyun’s smaller hand wrap around his bicep, conveying his presence and support wordlessly.
It’s only Yixing who formally bows to the committee. “In the name of the prince of Tonitrum, I, Zhang Yixing would like to relay our gratitude for receiving us in a formal hearing.” He bows, and Jongdae finds his hand curl into fists, nails digging into his palms.
“Yes,” a man with grey hair and a mustache waves Yixing off dismissively before another continues in a monotone voice. “Let us hear what you have to say. We don’t have all day to waste on you freeloaders.”
“Parasites,” another one adds snidely, and if it weren’t for Baekhyun’s gentle fingers running up and down his arm, then Jongdae would have electrofied these stuck up, conservative cruel tyrants. Chanyeol is probably facing equally difficulties to keep his temper in check, but they are aiming for bigger things than taking revenge on cold-blooded politicians who are borderline insane.
“We’d welcome a mutual agreement of reestablishing the freedom and equality status of the elves like during the old days when we first arrived in South Korea and were granted the same rights as you.”
Jongdae recites as Yixing and Minseok have taught him yesterday. The hall falls silent for a moment before a shrill laughter arises and Jongdae’s attention falls on a shorter man who had kept quiet and hidden in the shadows. There is no necessity in questioning the man’s identity not with Baekhyun’s body tensing, breath speeding up and his small frame unintentionally pressing closer into Jongdae’s side. A Byun. As expected.
“You humor me, elf prince, did you drag my worthless son along to pressure me? Did you think that his presence would sway my judgement?” he shrieks like a madman, and Baekhyun next to him starts trembling all over. Minseok is the one who intercepts, his clear voice echoing from the walls.
“Your son has long cut all ties with your household and rebelled against your ideologies. He accompanied us out of his free will.”
Next to him Baekhyun stirs and takes a step forward towards the man who Jongdae assumes is his father judging by age and appearance.
“I am the one who has covered the streets of Seoul with slogans calling for a revolution. And as you have already noticed, the preparator behind the fire incident a few weeks ago. Father, it is time to redeem for what you have done, please just-” But he doesn't get to finish. The chair his father has been resting on gets thrown at them, and Jongdae quickly pulls Baekhyun aside as the piece of wood slams down in front of them with a loud thud.
“Don’t you dare call me your father you filthy rat. You are nothing! A worthless, penniless piece of shit that has nothing to do with the noble line of the Byun household,” Baekhyun’s father barks, spit flying out of his mouths and nostrils flaring like the ones of an angry rhino. Jongdae quickly pushes Baekhyun behind himself, eyes narrowing and gleaming dangerously at the men in front of him. Minseok and Chanyeol have taken the place next to him while Yixing seems to cover their backs for now.
“Don’t you dare lay a single finger on him,” Jongdae threatens, but is only met with a snicker and water glass being hauled at him which he simply blocks with his forearm. He might not be immortal but the strength of an elf exceeds the one of a mere human. Still, there is a red spot seeping through his blue, silky sleeve but Jongdae doesn’t pay that slight scratch any mind.
“My prince,” he can hear Yixing’s concerned voice gasp behind him. Jongdae simply waves him off, focusing on the task at hand.
“I’m asking you again to accept our demands asking for equality and freedom of my kin. If not we have to adopt other means.”
“Other means,” the men with the mustache emphasizes the last consonant by drawing it out, and Jongdae prepares himself. “You filthy scum, your people disturb our peaceful life with your terrifying appearance and abnormal powers. It’s your fate to rot away in the dirty mud.”
Chanyeol is shaking out of anger and even Minseok looks close to snap but Jongdae knows that they have to remain calm to leave these halls alive. Another men rises and Jongdae grits his teeth, “If you think that you can walk in here and change this country over night that you are bloody wrong. You ask for freedom? Equality? Well then fight for it, we will never give it to you parasites out of free will.”
“Fine. We have stated our claims sticking to old laws of this country but as it appears you will leave us without a choice than to gather allies and take freedom through violence.” Jongdae declares, the coldness in his tone seemingly lowering the temperature in the room. The faint sound of fluttering wings reminds Jongdae of Luhan’s presence and he decides that it is time for them to retreat.
“We shall take our leave then,” Yixing starts but is abruptly cut off by Baekhyun’s father who lets out another frightening hyena cackle.
“Leave? How funny, how naive to assume that we would let such a great opportunity of killing the last prince of Tonitrum and his wise council. None of you will leave this building alive.” Jongdae feels Baekhyun’s arms winding around him, hand resting over his heart like a shield. Minseok and Chanyeol are both flanking him with Yixing at the back so that they are forming a circle.
“An evil charm lies within these halls, it suppresses our abilities.” The light amount of panic in Minseok’s voice has Jongdae’s own heart racing inside his chest.
How were these people able to discover one of the ancient charms that is able to block their abilities? There shouldn’t be any books or documents about those, all of them should have been burned or locked away a long, long time ago. Apparently Jongdae has been wrong about that judging by the Byun’s mocking grin as he pulls a gun out of his black suit jacket.
“Who shall I kill first? The mighty prince himself or the scum that is hiding behind his back?” The other men have left their chairs and are now circling them like blood-thirsty predators ready to rip their prey’s limps out.
Baekhyun resurfaces from behind him and Jongdae isn’t fast enough to keep him shielded behind him as the human boldly spreads both of his arms and slides himself in front of him.
“Baekhyun have you lost your fucking mind,” Jongdae hears himself shouting, seeing the iron trigger slowly being pulled and everything just happens too fast afterwards. There is a shot fired and then another adding smoke that burns in their eyes and throats like poison, the sound of the bullet smashing against the wall releases the evil that is terror and fear inside their hearts.
“Baekhyun!” Jongdae tries to see through the thick cloak of grey clouds. He can hear Minseok close to him, coughing and hovering over Chanyeol who has collapsed onto the floor. Right, his friend has always been more sensitive to aggressive smells, Jongdae curses but keeps searching through the smog for his source of light.
“J-Jongdae?” it’s only a faint whimper but Jongdae’s catches it, head snapping around and following the sound until he almost trips over Baekhyun’s petite frame, writhing on the cold floor. He is pressing down on his shoulder with one hand, lip caught in between his teeth to swallow the agony the injury must cause him. Jongdae is right there, embracing him and hugging him close against his chest. “You silly thing,” he stammers, feeling the warmth of Baekhyun’s blood under his palm.
“It only grazed him. He’ll be fine if we can make out alive.” Yixing has appeared next to them, kneeling and examining Baekhyun’s wound closely. Minseok is stumbling closer supporting a heavy panting Chanyeol.
“This isn’t just smoke- it’s tear gas,” he hisses, eyes red and burning with tears. The foul smell has Jongdae stomach twist and turn, ignoring the growing nausea and dizziness.
“Come out and play with us little elves,” the spiteful voice of Baekhyun’s father sing-songs through the cloak of gas. He is probably wearing a mask to protect himself from the chemical. Jongdae is distracted by Baekhyun’s agonizing coughing, a small line of blood dripping from the corner his lip. “We need to get out, now!” he yells, tearing off a part of his sleeve and pushing it over Baekhyun’s mouth to ease the pain at least a little bit.
Then there is a faint trail of fairydust breaking through the darkness building a narrow passage and Jongdae doesn’t trust his eyes when a young man, dressed in navy robes comes running through it. “Who?” he gapes at the stranger whose porcelain pale face is stretched in sorrow. He shakes his head, blond hair falling into his face. “We have no time for this now, my prince. I can only uphold my barrier for a short amount of time. We must go now.”
As on command Jongdae’s lungs are filled with fresh air and even Chanyeol regains consciousness as if the shield not only serves to their protection but also to speed up their healing process they naturally possess as elves.
“We have no choice but to trust him; Baekhyun needs medical treatment,” Minseok urges and helps Chanyeol to move over to the passage the stranger is gesturing to. Jongdae hesitates but Baekhyun’s life is worth any risk. He carefully gathers him in his arms and nods to Yixing signalizing to him that it’s okay to follow after the stranger.
Another bullet crashes against the shield, shakes it and the stranger inhales sharply, “Quick, they are calling for backup.” Without looking back Jongdae hurries after the stranger, Yixing, Minseok and Chanyeol hot on their heels as the screams and echo of bullets fired against their shield is growing louder.
They run until their lungs burn, until their legs feel like giving up, through endless corridors that resemble a maze where people are swallowed by shadows. Jongdae follows the stranger who glisters in the dark, it reminds him of something but he can not put his finger on it. They rest only to load Baekhyun onto Jongdae’s back before they continue rushing down the hallway.
“We are almost there,” the stranger calls out to them and Jongdae hopes he is leading them to the outside and not into another trap. He trips but catches himself in time, throwing a worried gaze at Baekhyun over his shoulder whose head rests lifelessly on his shoulder. The moment they break through the heavy, wooden entrance door with the stranger’s help the protective barrier puffs out into thin air but so does the charm that blocked their abilities and Jongdae doesn’t have the energy left to stop Chanyeol from promptly setting the entrance hall on fire. It will stall their enemy and give them enough time to return to the safety of their hideout.
The man in the golden robes is panting, sweat glistening on his forehead as he points at a car, big enough to fit all of them and Jongdae nods instructing the rest of his team to board the vehicle. He closes the door and sits in front next to Minseok who takes the wheel. Jongdae carefully pressed Baekhyun’s head against his chest, assuring that his boyfriend is comfortable on his lap.
As the engines start and the car drives of do they witness a minor explosion inside the government building and they all know that life will never be the same now.
They drive to the apartment doesn’t take long and they soon have carried Baekhyun into Jongdae’s bedroom and lied him down on the bed. Kyungsoo and Junmyeon had immediately rushed to their side, offering them water and medicine. Yixing is currently attending to his wounds, disinfecting them with an old, yellowish serum he retrieved from Tonitrum’s healer. Jongdae feels guilt well up inside of him. If only he had checked for any blockades caused by charms earlier, if only he had listened to Minseok and chose a different way to convey their demands. Instead, as expected of him he chose the reckless solution that could have cost the lives of them all.
“I know what you are thinking, but stop,” Chanyeol’s smoky voice pulls him out of his self-pity. “You did what you thought was right and we followed you without complaint and doubt. You are not to blame for what happened inside the ministry.” Chanyeol is approaching him, his hand coming to rest on his shoulder and Jongdae manages a small, grateful smile.
“It was the right choice, Dae,” Minseok approves from where he is standing close to their life savior.
The man in the golden robe is leaning against the window shelf watching Baekhyun intensely and only then does Jongdae remember his unknown identity,
“Who are you, I’d like to know the name of the man who saved us all.” It’s Minseok whose curiousity gets the better of him first for which Jongdae’s is grateful for.
The man seizes Minseok with a warm smile, hands coming up to cup his cousin’s face who freezes at the unexpected intimidate touch by a stranger. “My name is Luhan. I embody change in the young prince’s heart. The moment he decided to change for the human boy was the spell that lied on me lifted, but I yet almost was too late to save you” He pauses and his hazel eyes turn sad. “I apologize for not coming to your aid earlier, I wasn’t fully freed of the ban yet when you entered the hearing hall.”
“Wait,” Jongdae whips around, head throbbing and announcing a bitter headache. “Luhan? You are born from one of my emotions?” he prompts and Luhan casually nods his head.
“Elves are not the only magical creatures on this planets; it’s just that the other kinds have been forgotten about,” he explains matter-of-factly, finally releasing his hold of Minseok’s face whose cheeks have been painted in a soft pink.
“So, you are saying,” all eyes land on the bed, where Baekhyun’s eye lids are currently fluttering open, words coming out raspy and raw, “that we owe our lives to a shape shifter?” The candlelight is clashing on his pale face, but Jongdae is relieved to see a healthy tint of rose breaking across his cheeks.
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“You have heard of us shape shifters?” Luhan appears to be in awe, crossing the room in big strives to sit down on the edge of the bed, gifting Baekhyun with a fond smile.
“I have read about them once, I only took them for legends, myths that were made up by hikers that lost their path in the woods, centuries ago.” Baekhyun’s breath hitches and dies in his throat as he stares at Luhan in pure fascination. Never did he think about meeting other mystical creatures he read about once in his grandmother’s old books but there he is, Luhan, dressed in golden robes, sun-kissed hair and a thin layer of fairydust covering him like a coat making him glow in the dawning sunlight peeking past the curtains.
“I’m and it’s mostly thanks to you, brave little human who managed to lure the elf prince who lost his way back to his original track.” Luhan hums, tweaking Baekhyun's nose softly who squeaks in surprise. Jongdae is right there, glaring at Luhan before his accusing gaze comes to rest on Baekhyun who feels himself shrinking against the pillow currently supporting his back.
“What were you thinking again? You could have died if the bullet had hit you in the chest!” Jongdae drawls furiously but Baekhyun can only show him a relieved, bright smile in return, “I wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt of my father killing the one I-” He stops himself, gaze lowering and cursing the blush that is once again creeping up his neck. Luhan next to him just chuckles and he can feel Kyungsoo ruffling his hair affectionately.
The room feels hot, Baekhyun starts fanning himself with his hand, observing Jongdae approaching and sitting down next to him. “Silly, what would I have done when I lost you in there?” he guides Baekhyun’s hand to his lips and kisses the skin softly.
Minseok is getting the hint and starts ushering the gawking bystanders out of the room so that Jongdae and Baekhyun can talk for a moment in private. Silence, but a comfortable one, thin beams of light are filtering through the shades, caressing Jongdae’s face and Baekhyun reaches out, thumb trailing over Jongdae’s prominent cheek bone. “I’m right here and I won’t be leaving before we attain our goal.”
Humming, Jongdae pecks his cheek, then his forehead down over the tip of his nose before finding Baekhyun’s lips and brushing them against his own, slowly and tenderly, they forget about the world for a few seconds, tension and fear replaced by warmth and reassurance of each other’s presence.
“So, the revolution is inevitable, isn't it?” Baekhyun cannot erase the sadness inside his words for that he had hoped to somehow solve their problem without violence. Gentle fingers thread through his hair before Jongdae slips under the covers next to him, pulling him flush against him with his arm coming to rest around Baekhyun’s shoulders.
“Yea, I will talk to Junmyeon and the rest later, we need to gather our allies and ask Luhan if his kin would support us.” he gently draws circles on Baekhyun’s back who allows his head to sink on Jongdae’s shoulder, to rest for a while and bath in the elf’s attention.
“We’ll be fine, I won’t make any promises or talk about the future but,” Jongdae wavers, motion coming to a halt when he searches for the right words, “ But I know that no matter what happens, if you stay with me then I can endure anything.”
“Sap, “ Baekhyun chuckles, as he trails his index finger over the lightening bolt tattoo on Jongdae’s neck, it soothes him, “but I as well won't hesitate nor fret to follow your lead, I believe that together we can make it through this darkness,”
“...and reattain the light.” Jongdae finishes and leans his head on top of Baekhyun’s. They fall asleep like that exhausted from the long day and physical struggled they had to endure. The sun sets and the last beams of sunlight vanish from the sky and Baekhyun sinks into a deep, slumber with Jongdae by his side.
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It has been two weeks of restless, long nights spent inside their hideout. The city map of Seoul is spread out over the wall, marked with red and black crosses all over highlighting the locations of the residence of the nobleman which they are planning on targeting. Sparing innocent lives is their first priority and they have thoroughly done their research to double check.
Minseok and Junmyeon both carrying a mug with black coffee in their hands are adding green lines to the map representing save areas and blind spots for them to take cover in case of an emergency or ambush.
Chanyeol, Kyungsoo and Luhan, who has become a close friend and ally to them within a few days, are gathering more like-minded people who will support them. A long journey lies ahead of them into a future in which they will either come out as free, respected members of society or locked away in the dark - if not dead.
Baekhyun’s eye lids keep on dropping, snoozing away on the arm chair he is sprawled out over. Tomorrow will mark the start, tomorrow they will attack the first residence, plant a bomb inside when the politician who owns it is out to dine with fellow politicians. The first rule of their proposal is to spare as many lives as possible. To educate, to make a point instead of aimless kills. That would only place them on the same levels as the one who took the lives of many innocent elves away.
“You should sleep, we have a big day in front of us.” Jongdae approaches him, dark circles under his eyes indicating how tired he is himself. Baekhyun tries to stifle a yawn behind his hand, slowly shifting into a sitting position. “Have you heard from Kyungsoo and the others?” he finds himself asking and Jongdae ops to lower himself on the armrest,
“Luhan called earlier, they recruited about ten shape shifters and ten elves who will move into another charm-protected apartment complex close to the cafe.”
It’s a start, a week ago about five elves and five students from Baekhyun’s university joined their operation, one of them being Sehun. The freshman had simply grinned at Baekhyun and told him that he always wanted to help the elves but didn’t know how. Courage, enthusiasm, kindness, determination and loyalty will decide over their fate which Jongdae stressed in his speech to the new additions to their group. All of them did not carry a small mark in form of a lightning bolt at the inside of their wrist, marking them as one of a kind.
“We are not alone,” Baekhyun mumbles, his cheek coming to rest against Jongdae’s leg who immediately runs a hand through his hair, a habit he seems to have picked up over the last month. “No, we won’t stand alone against our enemy. Don’t worry.”
However, Baekhyun’s heart feels heavy inside his chest, concerns snaking their way inside his brain like poisonous anacondas ready to poison his every sense.
Jongdae suddenly pulls on his arm, easily pulling Baekhyun on his feet and gently lacing their fingers to guide them outside on the balcony. The lily-white railing is almost blending in with the glistening snow coat mother nature has laid upon her. Baekhyun places his bare palms on the railing, embracing the tingling sensation that sizzles under his skin. A cold breeze prickles on his face, stroking his cheeks as if to tell him to hang in there, to be strong. Jongdae comes from behind, wrapping both of them into a soft, wool blanket, his hands winding around Baekhyun’s middle so that their bodies are pressed flush against each other,
“Breath, sugar,” he whispers into Baekhyun’s air sweetly, like the caramel macchiatos he makes for Baekhyun some days in the morning. Closing his eyes, Baekhyun does just that, inhaling the cool, clear winter air and freeing his mind from any unwanted thoughts. Inhale, exhale. One step after another. Slowly but surely. Unafraid of what tomorrow has in store for them. Baekhyun guides Jongdae’s hand over his heart and covers it with his own,
“Say if we survive this revolution,” courage strikes his body like a lightning bolt, his brown eyes set on the dancing stars in the night sky. “Will you tell me with words what I mean to you?”
Against expectation Jongdae’s body stays free from tension or any other signs of him being uncomfortable with the question instead Baekhyun senses a pair of soft lips brushing over his neck, peppering it with kisses. “I might, if we are able to walk the streets of Seoul as free men without being afraid of creeping shadows then I’ll tell you.” His embrace tightens and Baekhyun sees their breaths mixing and drifting into the night sky, together.
“But tonight,” Jongdae’s voice is dangerously low causing goosebumps to blossom on Baekhyun’s skin, “I shall show you without words.” He drops a kiss behind Baekhyun’s ear, teeth scraping over the shell to emphasize his words.
“Jongdae, we can’t, tomorrow-” It is a weak attempt to think rationally when his body has already decided to bath in Jongdae’s affection.
“-Is far away,” Jongdae finishes his sentence, cradling Baekhyun from side to side, gently, soothingly - a silent promise to protect him, to stay by his side even beyond the sunrise.
“Let me hold you tonight, let me prove what I can’t convey with words,” he pleads against Baekhyun’s temple and his self-restraint snaps, he turns around with his arms flying around Jongdae’s neck and his lips molding against Jongdae’s passionately.
Tomorrow they will take the first step into a vague future, tomorrow their hands might be covered in blood, tomorrow they might lose someone dear to them but not tonight. Tonight they will share a last dance of adoration, of devotion and despair. One more time freely without chains binding them down to the dusty ground, one more time of flying up into the sky without wings. A last dance of two so very different souls that are drawn together like magnets. Tied together by fate and their shared yearning for freedom.
Liberty, Equality, Fraternity or Death - were the screams that filled France during the french revolution and these words shall echo from the narrow alley ways of Seoul until these will also be freed of tyranny.
As their bodies become one and their bodies burn in the passion of a new beginning, Baekhyun imagines to see colorful fireworks going off outside, painting the dark sky in the shades of hope and dreams.
Three month ago Baekhyun had never imagine that the day would come when he would be the part of something as big as a revolution. To fuel a change in this world.Then again he wouldn’t have been brave enough to take the last step if it wasn’t for the bad-tempered Tanitrui who kept pushing him to his limits. Whose hard shell is hiding a soft core.
A person Baekhyun can’t imagine to live without anymore. So lying in the arms of said person Baekhyun finds himself placing a silent prayer, asking the gods to watch over them, to guide them to freedom and to allow them to be with each other without restrains. No matter how many tomorrows are yet to come, no matter how many obstacles thrown their way to please have mercy on them and let them live.
Together. For a long, long time.
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