Too Late
Title: Too Late
Pairing: Onho
Rating: PG/PG-13 (involves death so I dunno)
Genre: Angst (I think ><)
Word Count: 1,109 words
[There was one guardian angel for every human being on Earth. It was a guardian angel’s job to make sure that their human stayed out of harm. For Choi Minho, this was no easy task when his human was Lee Jinki.]
There was one guardian angel for every human being on Earth. It was a guardian angel’s job to make sure that their human stayed out of harm. For Choi Minho, this was no easy task when his human was Lee Jinki.
Lee Jinki was extremely clumsy. He could trip on even ground, and there was only so much Minho could do to keep the clumsy human out of harm’s way. Minho found himself wondering more often than not, why he was the one who was assigned this human. Why not someone more capable?
He asked himself this question quite often not because it was tiring to constantly watch after Jinki, but because Choi Minho was afraid. Minho was afraid that the human who he loved so much would one day get seriously hurt all because Minho hadn’t been in the right place at the right time. Yes, Minho had admitted this; he was in love with Jinki.
He loved Jinki so much that it hurt. Every time Jinki tripped and fell, Minho would almost have a heart attack from worry. Every time Jinki laughed, Minho’s heart would stop for a good minute. Every time Jinki smiled, Minho would go into a daze. Jinki, Jinki, Jinki. He was the only man on Minho’s mind.
~
Jonghyun was an angel of death. He was responsible for bringing files to the guardian angel of the human that was scheduled to die. The files would describe the date, time and how the death happened. Jonghyun had a copy of the file for himself. He would arrive to take the soul of the human when the human died and bring it to an angel of birth. The angel of birth would then place the soul into someone else in the world, someone who had just been born. The humans called this ‘reincarnation.’
Jonghyun didn’t like his job. Most of the time, guardian angels were attached to their humans, and it hurt when their human died. No, Jonghyun decided, as he stared at the file in his hands, I hate this job.
The black file in his hands at the moment was to be given to Jonghyun’s best friend, Minho. Jonghyun was the only one to know how much Minho loved Jinki, and he could only imagine how Minho would react.
~
“No,” Minho mumbled, eyes wide. “No, this can’t be possible.” He stared at Jonghyun pleadingly, begging him to say that it was all a joke, that the black file wasn’t really for him. Jonghyun refused to meet his gaze, eyes travelling to the ground instead.
“No. No, no, no, no, no! You can’t! I won’t let him die! You can’t stop me!” Minho’s voice was rising in volume until he was screaming. “It’s not fair! It’s not fair! He hasn’t done anything!” he screamed, but now his screams were mixed in with sobs. He grabbed the file desperately and started to rip it, as if ripping it would stop the chain of events that would soon begin.
Jonghyun took the file out of Minho hands and hugged his friend, trying to calm the raging guardian angel down. Guardian angels were not permitted to interfere in their human’s death. An attempt to do so would result in the loss of their position, which meant that they would immediately be killed and resurrected into a human being instead. They would never have the chance of being a guardian angel again.
~
“Lee Jinki. Age twenty-three. Scheduled death: March 3rd. Cause of death: Hit by a car late at night on his way home after work. Instant death. Three broken ribs and a smashed skull,” Minho murmured to himself. He had been repeating the information for the past few hours.
A wind had picked up, cutting with icy fingers through the air, serving as an omen for the incident that was to come. There was Jinki, walking along the sidewalk, hands buried in the pockets of his coat. Minho would not let it happen. He didn’t care what would happen to himself afterwards, but he would not let Jinki die.
Two minutes remaining.
Minho floated down to walk beside Jinki. He gazed intently at the one he loved, memorizing all his features.
One minute remaining.
Minho’s heart was speeding up. He wondered which car would be the one.
Thirty seconds remaining.
There were headlights in the distance. Was that the car?
Fifteen seconds remaining.
Jinki stopped at the edge of the sidewalk, looked left, looked right, then proceeded to cross the road. He hadn’t seen the car because it had disappeared behind a bend in the road, but it was close, so close.
Five seconds remaining.
The car suddenly appeared, headlights glowing brightly. It was a mere ten meters away from Jinki.
Three seconds remaining.
Jinki froze in the middle of the road, turning his head to look at the car in shock. There were only five meters between Jinki and the car.
Two seconds remaining.
Minho pushed Jinki out of the way. The car swerved in the same direction.
One second remaining.
It was too late.
Minho stared at his beloved Jinki, barely registering the blood that had begun to pool at his feet. Guardian angels don’t bleed.
He screamed. He was numb, numb all over.
He saw rather than felt someone plunging their hand in his chest, grabbing onto his soul. It was Jonghyun. His best friend, Jonghyun, was taking away Minho’s soul, but Minho could not find it in him to care.
~
“Please,” Jonghyun whispered, voice hoarse. He knelt in front of Kibum, each hand holding on to a different soul. “Please, give them a life where they can be together,” he begged, searching Key’s eyes.
Key nodded and held his hands out for the souls. Jonghyun placed them gently, with utmost care, into Kibum’s palms.
~
Minho grinned as he knocked on Jinki’s door. “Hyung, hurry up! You’re going to be late for school!” he called, holding back laughter when he heard a couple of curses floating in from somewhere further in the house.
Jinki finally opened the door, looking flustered and out of breath.
“I’ll be right there. Just give me a moment,” Jinki said, and ran off, leaving the door open for Minho to go in. Minho rolled his eyes but waited patiently, grinning when his hyung arrived, backpack in tow.
“Happy birthday hyung,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss Jinki passionately on the lips. “I have a present for you, so we’ll go to my house after school,” he added, taking Jinki’s hand and interlacing their fingers.
Jinki blushed lightly and smiled up at his boyfriend. “Thank you.”
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a/n: So um, this is the first fic I have ever written in my entire life. ><"
Yeah, it's pretty bad, but I just wanted to try this.
This is dedicated to mikssi who I love to pieces. She has given me the inspiration for, well, everything. She is the queen of shinee fanfics. Seriously though, if you haven't read anything by her, GO DO IT NOW.
Comments are ♥
Until next time! (If there is a next time)
-Jess
I wish someone would tell me how to properly post these things to a community as well as my personal journal without posting it twice. I'm so confused. D:
Pairing: Onho
Rating: PG/PG-13 (involves death so I dunno)
Genre: Angst (I think ><)
Word Count: 1,109 words
[There was one guardian angel for every human being on Earth. It was a guardian angel’s job to make sure that their human stayed out of harm. For Choi Minho, this was no easy task when his human was Lee Jinki.]
There was one guardian angel for every human being on Earth. It was a guardian angel’s job to make sure that their human stayed out of harm. For Choi Minho, this was no easy task when his human was Lee Jinki.
Lee Jinki was extremely clumsy. He could trip on even ground, and there was only so much Minho could do to keep the clumsy human out of harm’s way. Minho found himself wondering more often than not, why he was the one who was assigned this human. Why not someone more capable?
He asked himself this question quite often not because it was tiring to constantly watch after Jinki, but because Choi Minho was afraid. Minho was afraid that the human who he loved so much would one day get seriously hurt all because Minho hadn’t been in the right place at the right time. Yes, Minho had admitted this; he was in love with Jinki.
He loved Jinki so much that it hurt. Every time Jinki tripped and fell, Minho would almost have a heart attack from worry. Every time Jinki laughed, Minho’s heart would stop for a good minute. Every time Jinki smiled, Minho would go into a daze. Jinki, Jinki, Jinki. He was the only man on Minho’s mind.
~
Jonghyun was an angel of death. He was responsible for bringing files to the guardian angel of the human that was scheduled to die. The files would describe the date, time and how the death happened. Jonghyun had a copy of the file for himself. He would arrive to take the soul of the human when the human died and bring it to an angel of birth. The angel of birth would then place the soul into someone else in the world, someone who had just been born. The humans called this ‘reincarnation.’
Jonghyun didn’t like his job. Most of the time, guardian angels were attached to their humans, and it hurt when their human died. No, Jonghyun decided, as he stared at the file in his hands, I hate this job.
The black file in his hands at the moment was to be given to Jonghyun’s best friend, Minho. Jonghyun was the only one to know how much Minho loved Jinki, and he could only imagine how Minho would react.
~
“No,” Minho mumbled, eyes wide. “No, this can’t be possible.” He stared at Jonghyun pleadingly, begging him to say that it was all a joke, that the black file wasn’t really for him. Jonghyun refused to meet his gaze, eyes travelling to the ground instead.
“No. No, no, no, no, no! You can’t! I won’t let him die! You can’t stop me!” Minho’s voice was rising in volume until he was screaming. “It’s not fair! It’s not fair! He hasn’t done anything!” he screamed, but now his screams were mixed in with sobs. He grabbed the file desperately and started to rip it, as if ripping it would stop the chain of events that would soon begin.
Jonghyun took the file out of Minho hands and hugged his friend, trying to calm the raging guardian angel down. Guardian angels were not permitted to interfere in their human’s death. An attempt to do so would result in the loss of their position, which meant that they would immediately be killed and resurrected into a human being instead. They would never have the chance of being a guardian angel again.
~
“Lee Jinki. Age twenty-three. Scheduled death: March 3rd. Cause of death: Hit by a car late at night on his way home after work. Instant death. Three broken ribs and a smashed skull,” Minho murmured to himself. He had been repeating the information for the past few hours.
A wind had picked up, cutting with icy fingers through the air, serving as an omen for the incident that was to come. There was Jinki, walking along the sidewalk, hands buried in the pockets of his coat. Minho would not let it happen. He didn’t care what would happen to himself afterwards, but he would not let Jinki die.
Two minutes remaining.
Minho floated down to walk beside Jinki. He gazed intently at the one he loved, memorizing all his features.
One minute remaining.
Minho’s heart was speeding up. He wondered which car would be the one.
Thirty seconds remaining.
There were headlights in the distance. Was that the car?
Fifteen seconds remaining.
Jinki stopped at the edge of the sidewalk, looked left, looked right, then proceeded to cross the road. He hadn’t seen the car because it had disappeared behind a bend in the road, but it was close, so close.
Five seconds remaining.
The car suddenly appeared, headlights glowing brightly. It was a mere ten meters away from Jinki.
Three seconds remaining.
Jinki froze in the middle of the road, turning his head to look at the car in shock. There were only five meters between Jinki and the car.
Two seconds remaining.
Minho pushed Jinki out of the way. The car swerved in the same direction.
One second remaining.
It was too late.
Minho stared at his beloved Jinki, barely registering the blood that had begun to pool at his feet. Guardian angels don’t bleed.
He screamed. He was numb, numb all over.
He saw rather than felt someone plunging their hand in his chest, grabbing onto his soul. It was Jonghyun. His best friend, Jonghyun, was taking away Minho’s soul, but Minho could not find it in him to care.
~
“Please,” Jonghyun whispered, voice hoarse. He knelt in front of Kibum, each hand holding on to a different soul. “Please, give them a life where they can be together,” he begged, searching Key’s eyes.
Key nodded and held his hands out for the souls. Jonghyun placed them gently, with utmost care, into Kibum’s palms.
~
Minho grinned as he knocked on Jinki’s door. “Hyung, hurry up! You’re going to be late for school!” he called, holding back laughter when he heard a couple of curses floating in from somewhere further in the house.
Jinki finally opened the door, looking flustered and out of breath.
“I’ll be right there. Just give me a moment,” Jinki said, and ran off, leaving the door open for Minho to go in. Minho rolled his eyes but waited patiently, grinning when his hyung arrived, backpack in tow.
“Happy birthday hyung,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss Jinki passionately on the lips. “I have a present for you, so we’ll go to my house after school,” he added, taking Jinki’s hand and interlacing their fingers.
Jinki blushed lightly and smiled up at his boyfriend. “Thank you.”
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a/n: So um, this is the first fic I have ever written in my entire life. ><"
Yeah, it's pretty bad, but I just wanted to try this.
This is dedicated to mikssi who I love to pieces. She has given me the inspiration for, well, everything. She is the queen of shinee fanfics. Seriously though, if you haven't read anything by her, GO DO IT NOW.
Comments are ♥
Until next time! (If there is a next time)
-Jess
I wish someone would tell me how to properly post these things to a community as well as my personal journal without posting it twice. I'm so confused. D: