And We're Falling, Like Angels With Broken Wings 1/?
Title: And We're Falling, Like Angels With Broken Wings
Part: One
Pairing: Minho/Taemin
Rating: PG-15 (this chapter)
Genre: AU, supernatural, romance, angst
Summary: Taemin is mysterious, and with every blink of the eye and flick of the wrist he brings unexpected wonders to Minho's life and he fears he may be falling for the boy who he knows nothing about. Maybe he's found a reason to start living his life again, but what if that reason is more unstable and unreliable than anything he'd ever let into his heart before? What if the angel isn't really an angel, and he ends up breaking his heart?
A/N: wooo~ new series!!! XD it's 2min, which is so unusual for me, but I am having such a wonderful time writing this fic its crazy. Hopefully you'll all enjoy it as well, and support this series~ your comments and feedback mean everything =) <3
Word Count: 2104
Dark clouds looming overhead, threatening to unleash their fury down on the city in the form of rain, thunder, and possibly lightning. The streets were quickly emptying, shops closing. The missing presence of the sun made it look like it was night, though it was only the afternoon. It was quiet, only the faint sounds of honking coming from other, much more busy streets could be heard. The calm before the storm.
For about the tenth time in that hour I was wondering what I was doing there; wandering the streets when the weather forecast had stated that today was going to be a bad day to be outside. But there was nothing for me to do anyway, since hanging out with the people I knew from school was becoming repetitive. They'd go out, party, eat, drink, go to sleep, and then wake up and go to school. Reset and repeat, and that was their daily lives. I'm not like that, at least, not anymore. Not since my parents died and I pretty much gave up on everything. What was the use when at any second your life or the things you cherish can be taken away?
A crack of thunder startled me, but I kept walking, heading into a small alleyway for some minimal shelter from the rain that had started to pour. I leaned against a damp, dirty brick wall and tilted my head back. That's when something brushed by hand. My eyes sought out the cause of it and I saw a feather on the ground. Another soon followed, and when I stepped away from the wall to investigate, quite a few came floating down at the same time. Weird.
I looked up just in time to see someone falling down towards me, and I had barely a second to brace my self for the impact that I was sure was going to come. But I was knocked backwards by a buffeting of wind not a body, my eyes still open even as I made contact with the ground. A burst of white feathers were flying around me, I couldn't see through them. And then they swirled together, melting into a large shape, and there was a boy sitting on my torso.
'What the...' I could barely get the thought out, because as soon as I stared straight into those gray eyes, everything seemed to blur. I fought against it, but soon succumbed to unconsciousness.
I woke up in bed with the sickening feeling that something was not right.
I sat up and looked around. Nothing seemed out of place, my room was as messy as ever, as was the rest of the apartment that I had moved into a few years ago. I didn't care enough to try and keep it cleaner than was necessary; it wasn't like anyone other than myself ever stepping into this place.
Clothes scattered on the floor, a few items from back when I used to play sports joining them, the mirror that was across the room that used to scare me when I'd wake up from a nightmare - one's reflection can appear to be something completely different and frightening when you're half-asleep - with random post-it notes on it, the window by my headboard that was shutting out all of the sunshine, and a stranger standing in the doorway of my room.
I swore loudly, reaching without taking my eyes off of him for something I could use as a defensive weapon. He watched me with something akin to wonder in his eyes, tilting his head when I stood wielding a baseball bat. It was then that I realized that I was in a t-shirt and boxers only, when I distinctly remembered that I was wearing jeans and a sweater before. I'd been standing in an alley when it started to pour rain and soon after a boy had come falling from the roof of the building or whatever and--
'Holy shit.' It was the same kid.
“W-What the fu... You should be... I mean you fell and you...” Shouldn't he be dead? Falling from that height had to be fatal, even if he had had someone to cushion the drop. But wait, I'd been the one that was there and I wasn't injured. My mind replayed the scene and I saw the flurry of feathers again, and then again because I couldn't believe it. Had he turned into fucking feathers?! No, that was ridiculous.
“Are all humans like you?” The boy watched me curiously, and it took a moment for his word choice to register in my mind. I almost laughed. Of course he's not human, because that's just the most reasonable explanation for what had happened. I didn't believe what the kid was implying - I'd probably hit my head and hallucinated those feathers and a lot of the other things I'd thought had happened - but I decided to play along with it.
“No. Everyone's different, I guess... But what about you? What are you?”
“I'm me.” He replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 'No shit you're you, but what are you?' I almost retorted angrily, but bit my tongue.
Noticing that I was still holding the bat, I put it down. It didn't seem like he was going to do anything to me, and besides, he had saved me and brought me home after I'd passed out. I stood up from my bed and walked around to him. He didn't budge even though I was staring down at him, examining him, he just stared straight back with eyes that were dark brown. 'Huh, why does that seem wrong?'
He was very slim, almost like a girl. Straight orange-brown locks fell around his face and down his neck, caressing creamy white skin. The clothes he wore were normal; a pair of black slim jeans and a gray sweater over what I guessed was a red shirt. He looked human, maybe he just had a bit of a mental problem.
“You hungry? I can make something for us to eat if you like.” I guessed I owed him as much, who knows what would've happened to me if I'd just been left there on the ground in an alley while a storm was going on? Though, if my memory was still correct, he had been the one who knocked me over...
“Hungry?” The boy tilted his head again and then looked down, a hand lifting to touch his stomach. “I think so.”
I blinked. Okay then. I squeezed around him and headed to my kitchen, searching through the cupboards and the refrigerator for something we could eat. I hadn't gone grocery shopping in a while so it was pathetically empty. Grabbing a box of cereal and two bowls, I filled them both and then poured milk into it. He'd followed me when I'd gone out of the bedroom and was now seated at my small table. There were only two chairs - not like I really had visitors until now - and I sat across from him after laying down our breakfast.
Breakfast? I glanced out the window in the living room and saw that it was indeed morning. The last I remembered, I had been outside when it was the evening, I think. So I had slept for around twelve hours? My eyes went back to the boy. And he'd stayed with me the whole time?
Wait-- Lots of things that didn't make sense were beginning to pile up in my mind. As I ate, I made a list in my mind.
The whole event in the alleyway. Everything about the kid, I didn't even know his name for God's sake, he just seemed not right in the head. And the biggest thing was beginning to confuse me was the fact that I was back at my apartment. I was in my apartment because he had brought me here. This scrawny boy had brought me all the way back to my home.
How could he have known where I lived?
“Something's wrong. Why is something wrong?”
I looked up, realizing that I'd been holding a spoonful of cereal to my face without eating it for about a minute or so. He was watching me from behind his bangs, nervousness in his demeanor. Crap, weren't people with mental problems extremely sensitive or something? I didn't want to scare him off, not when I had so many questions.
“N-No, I was just... I was thinking about what happened before, when you came and found me..?”
“Oh.”
I had been expecting more of a reply then that, but I guess I shouldn't have had my hopes up. I put down my spoon. “Can you explain to me what happened? Why you were there and why I don't remember everything correctly?” He chewed his lip and I sighed. “How about you tell me your name first.”
“Taemin.” A smile lit up his face and I swallowed. It made his face brighten, his eyes crinkling at the edges. A big change from curious, nervous, and the other expressions he'd had that I'd seen. It was really cute.
“My name is Choi Minho,” I said, watching as he nodded as if he already knew. Well he could've, not like I knew very much about him. He could be some crazy person who stalked people for a living... “Aren't you hungry?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. Of all the questions, I had to ask that one. But it had been for good reason; he hadn't touched the cereal at all yet.
“Oh...” He looked down at it, a crease in his brow. His stare made it seem like he hadn't seen anything like it before, which was really strange. It wasn't like the cheerios were poisonous. It took him a moment, after continuing to peer at it cautiously, but then he lifted up a spoonful and put it in his mouth. His eyes brightened. “It tastes good. What is it?”
“Cereal... Cheerios. Haven't you had them before?”
“I don't know,” Taemin tilted his head, a distant look flickered on his expression before it disappeared. Then he kept eating, no longer suspicious of the food, and finished it all quickly. “Maybe.”
Something was definitely up with the kid. He just didn't feel right, didn't seem normal at all. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something about him made me extremely wary, though I really shouldn't have anything to worry about when he was so tiny and didn't seem like a threat. And at the same time there was something about him that was enticing, mysterious, and however much I'd wanted him to just leave before - I mean really, his appearance in my life hadn't exactly been one I'd expected nor wished for - now I had the urge to keep him close by.
How could that happen in the mere span of an hour?
I glanced up at the clock, surprise making me jump to my feet. It was nearly the time that class began, and I hadn't even gotten ready. “Crap...” I grabbed my bowl and set it into the sink, running back to my room to get changed into my uniform. Forgetting for a moment that I had a guest, I pulled off my shirt as I went, not bothering to close the door behind me. I was tugging on clothing, presently half-naked, when his voice sounded really close behind me.
“You have a nice body. Do I have a nice body? I wonder...”
I jumped involuntarily, because once I spun around he was less than a foot away from me, hands outstretched as if he was going to touch the bare skin of my stomach. I tensed, a lump rising in my throat when his fingertips skimmed the skin over my abs, a fluttering I'd never felt before going on in my chest. We stood there for a moment, before he seemed to come to his senses and I stumbled backwards away from him. Taemin blinked - wait, had his eyes just glimmered a different colour? - and then turned and left the room abruptly.
'What the...'
I had the feeling that my “boring” life was going to begin to get a lot more interesting. I just didn't have any idea if it was going to be a good thing, or a bad thing. The mysterious boy that had entered my life threatened to bring things I'd never experienced before with him. I guess I just had to roll with it, and hopefully not regret it later on.
A/N: So how is it so far~? ^^ it's not my first 2min fic, but pretty close, and my first 2min series. hopefully it's interesting !! =) comments are very appreciated, because I wasn't really sure about it (and I'm still not)~
there will probably be hints of other pairings if I can get it in my head how to add them into this XD hehe
but anyway, thank you for reading!!! <333
Part: One
Pairing: Minho/Taemin
Rating: PG-15 (this chapter)
Genre: AU, supernatural, romance, angst
Summary: Taemin is mysterious, and with every blink of the eye and flick of the wrist he brings unexpected wonders to Minho's life and he fears he may be falling for the boy who he knows nothing about. Maybe he's found a reason to start living his life again, but what if that reason is more unstable and unreliable than anything he'd ever let into his heart before? What if the angel isn't really an angel, and he ends up breaking his heart?
A/N: wooo~ new series!!! XD it's 2min, which is so unusual for me, but I am having such a wonderful time writing this fic its crazy. Hopefully you'll all enjoy it as well, and support this series~ your comments and feedback mean everything =) <3
Word Count: 2104
Dark clouds looming overhead, threatening to unleash their fury down on the city in the form of rain, thunder, and possibly lightning. The streets were quickly emptying, shops closing. The missing presence of the sun made it look like it was night, though it was only the afternoon. It was quiet, only the faint sounds of honking coming from other, much more busy streets could be heard. The calm before the storm.
For about the tenth time in that hour I was wondering what I was doing there; wandering the streets when the weather forecast had stated that today was going to be a bad day to be outside. But there was nothing for me to do anyway, since hanging out with the people I knew from school was becoming repetitive. They'd go out, party, eat, drink, go to sleep, and then wake up and go to school. Reset and repeat, and that was their daily lives. I'm not like that, at least, not anymore. Not since my parents died and I pretty much gave up on everything. What was the use when at any second your life or the things you cherish can be taken away?
A crack of thunder startled me, but I kept walking, heading into a small alleyway for some minimal shelter from the rain that had started to pour. I leaned against a damp, dirty brick wall and tilted my head back. That's when something brushed by hand. My eyes sought out the cause of it and I saw a feather on the ground. Another soon followed, and when I stepped away from the wall to investigate, quite a few came floating down at the same time. Weird.
I looked up just in time to see someone falling down towards me, and I had barely a second to brace my self for the impact that I was sure was going to come. But I was knocked backwards by a buffeting of wind not a body, my eyes still open even as I made contact with the ground. A burst of white feathers were flying around me, I couldn't see through them. And then they swirled together, melting into a large shape, and there was a boy sitting on my torso.
'What the...' I could barely get the thought out, because as soon as I stared straight into those gray eyes, everything seemed to blur. I fought against it, but soon succumbed to unconsciousness.
I woke up in bed with the sickening feeling that something was not right.
I sat up and looked around. Nothing seemed out of place, my room was as messy as ever, as was the rest of the apartment that I had moved into a few years ago. I didn't care enough to try and keep it cleaner than was necessary; it wasn't like anyone other than myself ever stepping into this place.
Clothes scattered on the floor, a few items from back when I used to play sports joining them, the mirror that was across the room that used to scare me when I'd wake up from a nightmare - one's reflection can appear to be something completely different and frightening when you're half-asleep - with random post-it notes on it, the window by my headboard that was shutting out all of the sunshine, and a stranger standing in the doorway of my room.
I swore loudly, reaching without taking my eyes off of him for something I could use as a defensive weapon. He watched me with something akin to wonder in his eyes, tilting his head when I stood wielding a baseball bat. It was then that I realized that I was in a t-shirt and boxers only, when I distinctly remembered that I was wearing jeans and a sweater before. I'd been standing in an alley when it started to pour rain and soon after a boy had come falling from the roof of the building or whatever and--
'Holy shit.' It was the same kid.
“W-What the fu... You should be... I mean you fell and you...” Shouldn't he be dead? Falling from that height had to be fatal, even if he had had someone to cushion the drop. But wait, I'd been the one that was there and I wasn't injured. My mind replayed the scene and I saw the flurry of feathers again, and then again because I couldn't believe it. Had he turned into fucking feathers?! No, that was ridiculous.
“Are all humans like you?” The boy watched me curiously, and it took a moment for his word choice to register in my mind. I almost laughed. Of course he's not human, because that's just the most reasonable explanation for what had happened. I didn't believe what the kid was implying - I'd probably hit my head and hallucinated those feathers and a lot of the other things I'd thought had happened - but I decided to play along with it.
“No. Everyone's different, I guess... But what about you? What are you?”
“I'm me.” He replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 'No shit you're you, but what are you?' I almost retorted angrily, but bit my tongue.
Noticing that I was still holding the bat, I put it down. It didn't seem like he was going to do anything to me, and besides, he had saved me and brought me home after I'd passed out. I stood up from my bed and walked around to him. He didn't budge even though I was staring down at him, examining him, he just stared straight back with eyes that were dark brown. 'Huh, why does that seem wrong?'
He was very slim, almost like a girl. Straight orange-brown locks fell around his face and down his neck, caressing creamy white skin. The clothes he wore were normal; a pair of black slim jeans and a gray sweater over what I guessed was a red shirt. He looked human, maybe he just had a bit of a mental problem.
“You hungry? I can make something for us to eat if you like.” I guessed I owed him as much, who knows what would've happened to me if I'd just been left there on the ground in an alley while a storm was going on? Though, if my memory was still correct, he had been the one who knocked me over...
“Hungry?” The boy tilted his head again and then looked down, a hand lifting to touch his stomach. “I think so.”
I blinked. Okay then. I squeezed around him and headed to my kitchen, searching through the cupboards and the refrigerator for something we could eat. I hadn't gone grocery shopping in a while so it was pathetically empty. Grabbing a box of cereal and two bowls, I filled them both and then poured milk into it. He'd followed me when I'd gone out of the bedroom and was now seated at my small table. There were only two chairs - not like I really had visitors until now - and I sat across from him after laying down our breakfast.
Breakfast? I glanced out the window in the living room and saw that it was indeed morning. The last I remembered, I had been outside when it was the evening, I think. So I had slept for around twelve hours? My eyes went back to the boy. And he'd stayed with me the whole time?
Wait-- Lots of things that didn't make sense were beginning to pile up in my mind. As I ate, I made a list in my mind.
The whole event in the alleyway. Everything about the kid, I didn't even know his name for God's sake, he just seemed not right in the head. And the biggest thing was beginning to confuse me was the fact that I was back at my apartment. I was in my apartment because he had brought me here. This scrawny boy had brought me all the way back to my home.
How could he have known where I lived?
“Something's wrong. Why is something wrong?”
I looked up, realizing that I'd been holding a spoonful of cereal to my face without eating it for about a minute or so. He was watching me from behind his bangs, nervousness in his demeanor. Crap, weren't people with mental problems extremely sensitive or something? I didn't want to scare him off, not when I had so many questions.
“N-No, I was just... I was thinking about what happened before, when you came and found me..?”
“Oh.”
I had been expecting more of a reply then that, but I guess I shouldn't have had my hopes up. I put down my spoon. “Can you explain to me what happened? Why you were there and why I don't remember everything correctly?” He chewed his lip and I sighed. “How about you tell me your name first.”
“Taemin.” A smile lit up his face and I swallowed. It made his face brighten, his eyes crinkling at the edges. A big change from curious, nervous, and the other expressions he'd had that I'd seen. It was really cute.
“My name is Choi Minho,” I said, watching as he nodded as if he already knew. Well he could've, not like I knew very much about him. He could be some crazy person who stalked people for a living... “Aren't you hungry?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. Of all the questions, I had to ask that one. But it had been for good reason; he hadn't touched the cereal at all yet.
“Oh...” He looked down at it, a crease in his brow. His stare made it seem like he hadn't seen anything like it before, which was really strange. It wasn't like the cheerios were poisonous. It took him a moment, after continuing to peer at it cautiously, but then he lifted up a spoonful and put it in his mouth. His eyes brightened. “It tastes good. What is it?”
“Cereal... Cheerios. Haven't you had them before?”
“I don't know,” Taemin tilted his head, a distant look flickered on his expression before it disappeared. Then he kept eating, no longer suspicious of the food, and finished it all quickly. “Maybe.”
Something was definitely up with the kid. He just didn't feel right, didn't seem normal at all. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something about him made me extremely wary, though I really shouldn't have anything to worry about when he was so tiny and didn't seem like a threat. And at the same time there was something about him that was enticing, mysterious, and however much I'd wanted him to just leave before - I mean really, his appearance in my life hadn't exactly been one I'd expected nor wished for - now I had the urge to keep him close by.
How could that happen in the mere span of an hour?
I glanced up at the clock, surprise making me jump to my feet. It was nearly the time that class began, and I hadn't even gotten ready. “Crap...” I grabbed my bowl and set it into the sink, running back to my room to get changed into my uniform. Forgetting for a moment that I had a guest, I pulled off my shirt as I went, not bothering to close the door behind me. I was tugging on clothing, presently half-naked, when his voice sounded really close behind me.
“You have a nice body. Do I have a nice body? I wonder...”
I jumped involuntarily, because once I spun around he was less than a foot away from me, hands outstretched as if he was going to touch the bare skin of my stomach. I tensed, a lump rising in my throat when his fingertips skimmed the skin over my abs, a fluttering I'd never felt before going on in my chest. We stood there for a moment, before he seemed to come to his senses and I stumbled backwards away from him. Taemin blinked - wait, had his eyes just glimmered a different colour? - and then turned and left the room abruptly.
'What the...'
I had the feeling that my “boring” life was going to begin to get a lot more interesting. I just didn't have any idea if it was going to be a good thing, or a bad thing. The mysterious boy that had entered my life threatened to bring things I'd never experienced before with him. I guess I just had to roll with it, and hopefully not regret it later on.
A/N: So how is it so far~? ^^ it's not my first 2min fic, but pretty close, and my first 2min series. hopefully it's interesting !! =) comments are very appreciated, because I wasn't really sure about it (and I'm still not)~
there will probably be hints of other pairings if I can get it in my head how to add them into this XD hehe
but anyway, thank you for reading!!! <333