Fic - Fallen: Chapter 11
Title: Fallen
Pairings: Jaemin, Yoosu
Rating: R
Summary: Uhm last chapter. Lots of flashbacks. Longest chapter I've ever written (more than 4000 words, whut?). A lot to be left assumed and of guessing.
ch.1 || ch.2 || ch.3 || ch.4 || ch.5 || ch.6 || ch.7 || ch.8 || ch.9 || ch.10
Sins and punishments were read aloud. It was final. There was yelling from the excommunicated, yelling from all others. Forecasts on earth told of an approaching storm. The Angel of Death appeared to silence all.
"I suggest you two quiet down. The decision has been made. There are worse things than banishment. Consider it a blessing from God himself that your wings are not taken away."
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It was painful. Jaejoong bit his lip to hold back any sounds that might betray him, his eyes squeezed shut. He could feel a burn stretch through his wings- a slow burn that was turning his identity as an angel into ashes; ashes that would be blown away and scattered, never to unite again. It was as if his wings were being plucked right off his back. Only when the black spread all the way to the tips did the pain begin to dull. A halo had fallen to pieces on the ground.
His attention was drawn to Yoochun when a cry of pain escaped the younger angel's mouth, his nails digging into the earth's soil. Jaejoong stared - only one of Yoochun's wings was turning black. He watched as the halo above Yoochun's head glow a brilliant gold before shattering. The mismatching wings relaxed from their tense state and were slowly lowered.
"Yoochun...” his eyes wide with surprise.
"What... Why?"
"I don't know." Jaejoong touched the remaining white wing.
"Jaejoong, I don't remember any of them."
"I know, neither do I."
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"Junsu." The blonde in his arms looked up, the outline of his facing showing from the glow of the television screen.
"Hmm?" Without answering, Yoochun got up and returned with something in his hand; the object masked in the darkness of the room.
"Yoochun?" The older man halted any inquiries with a kiss. It wasn't passionate - it was closer to their first: innocent, soft, but meaningful - and it ended the same way: with a smile. Yoochun detached his fingers that were entwined in Junsu's.
"I have something for you." Junsu watched Yoochun open the ring box and place the ring onto his finger. It wasn't that he was speechless, more like he chose not to speak. He chose not to speak because he knew this moment was going to pass him by if he didn't take it all in.
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"Yoochun, you know you shouldn't look at her like that." The younger angel basically ignored Jaejoong, continuing to watch the human. Jaejoong looked at the other's two wings, lower ranking angels were known to be a little more foolish. "You know the story of the Grigori."
"Yeah." The Grigori were the group of angels that were chosen to help the Archangels create Earth. Soon, they began to lust for the humans they looked after. Those who mated with human women produced Nephilm - giants. The destruction created by the offspring soon had to be dealt with by the Great Flood. Needless to say, those angels were dealt with accordingly. "Yeah, I know."
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Changmin heard the loud close of the door behind him, quickly taking his usual path. Friday nights seemed to be to be longer than any other nights, the end of the workweek calling for longer hours. The cell phone in his right pocket vibrated: Jaejoong.
When did Jaejoong add himself to my phone? "Hello?"
"Changmin-ahh..."
"Jaejoong?"
"You need to come pick me up; I can't drive and I promised...” the rest of the sentence was a bunch of murmurs from the older man. He seemed to babble on and on incoherently; not noticing Changmin would only answer with the periodic "Mhm" or "Uh-huh".
"Don't you have a roommate that can pick you up?"
"NOOO! Changmin, weren’t you listening? I said I can't bother Yoochun - he said he's doing something special with his boyfriend. I promised!" Jaejoong practically whined into his phone, making Changmin wonder how much alcohol was really consumed. He sighed. At least it was a Friday night.
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He watched the fall of Lucifer with interest. He was neither against or for the banishment, simply just watched it happen. He recently gained two wings, adding to make a total of four. Lucifer had had his six wings for a while. Jaejoong told himself he wouldn't be as foolish as the older angel - former angel. Lucifer now stripped of his holy name was to only be called Satan. Jaejoong assumed it was to save face for heaven - no one wanted to hear that something so perfect from God could be turned into something so ‘evil’. And maybe having the rest of the angels watch was like a warning. A warning that said rebellion was not going to be tolerated. It also helped reinforce God's image as all-powerful. Because there would be chaos if it were believed that He could not control everything.
Jaejoong felt a pair of eyes on him, and looked to his side where an older angel watched him. His countenance must have been one of question because the elder spoke to him with a voice of concern.
"Jaejoong, you have a similar look to Satan." Jaejoong felt an eyebrow twitch - not because he had been accused of being like Lucifer, but the fact that they were already using that name: Satan.
"I'm not as foolish."
"Satan was far from foolish. Highly intelligent."
"Intelligent - yes. Brilliant - no doubt. But he was foolish enough to fall for the deadliest of seven sins - pride. I have no such weakness."
"Disloyalty is disloyalty."
"Who ever said anything about that?"
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A cruise trip. Yoochun brought him on a cruise trip. Junsu remembered saying something about how he and his parents were going to go on one before the accident. He stood at the bow of the boat, wind blowing through his hair. He could feel Yoochun's arms on his waist, holding him still.
"Step up on the railing. Hold on, hold on. Keep your eyes closed. Do you trust me?"
Junsu hesitated before he answered, "I trust you."
Yoochun hummed a slow melody into his ear - he had to burst out laughing.
"Junsu, how unromantic." Yoochun offered a hand to help the younger man off the railing of the boat.
"You have to tell me who else but you would want to act out that scene."
Yoochun stopped himself from answering 'Leonardo Dicaprio and Kate Winslet', smiling instead. Junsu hated that - Yoochun could just smile his way out of things. He didn't tell Junsu that he liked the blonde's smiles best.
"You know smiling to yourself is kind of creepy."
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The Sons of God are given souls on earth to watch over as guardian angels. After completing their work with a certain number of lives, they will be promoted.
Yoochun listened, but not with much interest. Most of the angels here did care about becoming high rank angels. Of course, he cared about being closer to God, but the humans he watched over fascinated him. There wasn't much to know or learn about them, but still they were amazing in a way. Countless times he had seen them overcome obstacles that seemed impossible to overcome. He saw human beings make choices that went completely against common sense, but it was always for a reason. They had the free will to make mistakes; Yoochun admired that - almost envied it. Almost.
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"Ah!” Jaejoong pushed him against the wall roughly. This was certainly not what he was expecting after dragging Jaejoong into an elevator and into the older man's apartment. The only light that was the one that he managed to flick on when he entered. It created a weak source of light from the short hallway that connected the door to the apartment; it barely lit the bedroom. Most of Jaejoong's face was blanketed in shadow.
"God, I fucking hate you." Changmin didn't know if that was directed towards him or God, or the both of them in general. He did know when Jaejoong's lips harshly pushed against his collarbone, hints of teeth longing to bite. And he did bite, which made Changmin push him away, separating their bodies.
Jaejoong observed the floor of the dark room, looking around as if he would find his balance in some tangible form, walking around. He swayed a bit; Changmin was stronger than he looked. Changmin watched the man, not sure if it was a good idea to stay - but then again leaving him by himself was probably not a good idea either. His eyes adjusted to the dark more, and he saw Jaejoong looking at him, coming towards him.
And there was something frightening about it. Not necessarily the scared kind of frightening, but the dark kind of frightening.
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'There has to be something God doesn't control.' Jaejoong floated passed bookshelves, browsing for a book that would actually help him. He soon found himself in the histories section, none of the books were dusty though they were unread for so long. That was the thing about heaven - it was too clean, it really made one wonder about any hidden secrets. Jaejoong was sure that there would be secrets to be found. He reached for the book with a silver binding.
The Fallen Archives.
He flipped through the book, stopping here are there. Of course there was the story of Lucifer - the first of few. He still remembered that day, the day of Lucifer's banishment. Lucifer loved God though, and he did up until that second his halo disappeared. Maybe he still did as Satan, but that is something the angels in heaven would never find out even if it were true. Jaejoong placed the book back into place. That was a long time ago, over the time passed he already gained his last two wings, and was a regular attendant to God. But being closer never did quench his curiosity. There were a lot of mysteries swept under the rug in this holy place.
If God truly had the ultimate power, why did he need his angels? Jaejoong concluded that there was something God couldn't control, and he wanted to find out what that was. A sound brought his attention from the books to the angel that appeared down the isle.
"What are you doing here?" It was the same angel that was beside him from that day.
"Just browsing."
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He exhaled slowly, mouth slight ajar, as Yoochun brushed a thumb over his lower lip. Oh god, he was shaking - was he spreading tremors through the bed? Delicate fingers ghosted over his thighs; those same fingers that created miracles of sound with the simple touch of ivory and ebony keys. Yoochun began singing softly in his ear about lost smiles - this time Junsu didn't laugh. Instead, he inhaled deeply and tightened his arms around the older man.
"I love you." Junsu's voice was a bit strained, like he was forcing himself to whisper. It was as if it was there secret and he didn't want anything or anyone to hear - not even the walls around them.
Yoochun didn't remember the last time those words were whispered to him. They didn't say it often, mostly because it didn't need to be said. There didn't need to be a confession of undying love everyday - that just wasn't the way they worked. So he doesn't answer, opting to fit his hands into Junsu's. He could feel the warm metal around that one finger.
"Don't call me Micky."
"I didn't plan to"
Another kiss.
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"I didn't plan to."
Jaejoong didn't see Changmin's look of confusion, his head resting on the taller boy's shoulder. Changmin didn't push the man away this time, catching his breathe after that kiss. His arms were still pinned against the wall, the man right now not moving.
"What would make you want me?"
Dark eyes. That's what Changmin saw when Jaejoong looked at him. The moonlight that invaded their privacy drew small white ellipses near those pupils.
"Jaejoong, you're drunk."
"No!" He seemed to effortlessly pull Changmin off the wall and push him aside. The back of Changmin's legs hit the bed, forcing him to sit. Jaejoong didn't look at him, his head rested against that wall Changmin was pushed against just seconds ago, his back hunched. "I'm not drunk."
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"Why can't I remember even one of them?"
"Fallen angels no longer have the right to watch over anyone, Yoochun."
"I tried to hold onto the memory of them."
"I know."
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"Please, Jaejoong. Don't-" Jaejoong swallowed his plea.
"You're just what sin must taste like."
"I know what kind of person you are." Changmin was breathless.
Jaejoong's grip on Changmin's wrists only tightened, "Then you know I won't give up until I get what I want." He pinned those wrists above Changmin's head with one hand, the other reaching down to undo the youth's belt.
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He gasped when Yoochun filled him, his fingernails creating crescent shaped marks on Yoochun's shoulder blades.
"Ah- Junsu, not there." He moved his fingers further up to Yoochun's shoulders, his grip firm as the man held still. He could feel the short breathes of his lover against his neck. Butterfly kisses were placed along his neck when Yoochun started to move. Their bodies moved with seemingly perfect ease, or at least it was perfect to them. Junsu swore they moved to a tune of their own, and maybe it was something Yoochun created and that's why it was so perfect.
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This was what he wanted. He wanted to own that skin that so many saw but never had. Because he knows when he quenches this thirst it could be over. The boy gad given in a while ago, his gasps and moans giving him away.
Jaejoong was glad he bought black bed sheets. The figure beneath him squirmed under his ministrations, muscles stiffening beautifully, tan skin standing out from the sheets. The sound of skin slapping against skin quickened. His wings opened up, stretched to their maximum as lights flashed before his eyes.
'Shit.' Jaejoong opened his eyes to find the boy staring. "Changmin-"
He stopped when Changmin, still breathless, reached for one of his wings. He flinched a bit when contact was made, more from unfamiliarity than pain. A gentle hand lightly glided over a wing. "What..."
Jaejoong waved a hand over Changmin's eyes; it glowed an eerie blue. "Sleep."
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It was a long fall, and he was waiting to hit earth. So many warnings were given to him before the banishment - he never took them seriously. And right then, he knew he never wanted to. Because escape from the prison he knew as heaven meant he could have free will. Yoochun lifted his hand and covered the image of the fleeting golden gates. His hand curled into a fist, as if it was grabbing something.
Soon everything was covered by clouds.
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Yoochun awoke to Junsu still in his arms and the sound of the ship's alarm. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to chase away the last remains of sleep. What was going on? It was then he noticed the water leaking into the room, a couple inches high by now.
"Junsu!" He shook the younger man - no response. "Junsu!"
Finally the blonde began to stir, Yoochun looked around. The heavens loved irony; Titanic was their movie.
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There was the high-pitched sound of a cell phone ringing. Jaejoong was going to ignore it but then he felt shifting in the bed next to him. Changmin was quickly getting dressed.
"Changmin-"
"Don't come near me right now." His voice was calm, but then again Jaejoong knew Changmin wasn't one to explode.
"I-"
"Please, Jaejoong. Just... don't." He walked out of the room, but not before Jaejoong noticed something. A mark on the younger man; a mark that told of visits from the Angel of Death.
"I'll be nearing that non-believer soon again."
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There had been an explosion near the captain's cabin - needless to say chaos ensued. Yoochun looked around him and knew that there was no way they could get onto one of the stuffy lifeboats unless they wanted to be trampled by the panicking passengers. He gazed at the ocean water - not that far away now; the ship was already sunken halfway. And if they jumped, there was a chance they could survive - he would fly them to safety. There was no way he could open his wings here without people noticing.
"Yoochun, do you want to jump?" He looked up at Junsu, startled the younger man confronted him about the course of action first.
And then he knew he was scared. Because this could be it. This could be the last time he'll see Junsu. He was scared to answer.
"Just don't let go Rose." Junsu said it with humor, but it was a forced laugh. He was scared too. His voice changed to a sadder tone, "Promise you won't let go."
"I promise."
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He followed Changmin against the youth's orders. He was never the type to rush, but he did for Changmin - to catch up to the boy. They stopped into front of a hospital - Jaejoong remembered it was the one Changmin’s mother was staying in.
"Changmin!"
"Why are you still following me? Didn't get what you wanted?"
Didn't he? "Changmin! I-", Jaejoong followed the boy into the hospital.
"Is this man with you, Mr. Shim?"
Changmin eyed him, his look almost a glare. "Yeah."
They both went into the elevator together, it was empty. "Changmin I-"
It seemed like the millionth time today he was interrupted. "Jaejoong, please. Explain it later. I need to see my mom right now."
Jaejoong was reminded of what kind of person Changmin was. Right now, he wasn't Changmin's biggest concern, so he wasn't going to be the center of Changmin's focus. The elevator opened and Changmin immediately started walking. He stared at the figure that was growing smaller as it walked farther away from him. The thing was, Changmin was his biggest concern right now.
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He had let go. Why did he let go? A white light burst from Yoochun's body, and suddenly he couldn't move. He might actually die like this.
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Junsu moved his limbs against the water. Their hands were separated - they had never let go. The waves were preventing him from surfacing. Salt water stung his eyes, making him unsure if it was the effects of the liquid or he was actually crying. 'Yoochun', he was about to pass out.
That's when a white light enveloped his body, blinding his vision. When Junsu opened his eyes, there was Yoochun - or what looked like Yoochun. The man had two white wings, and was floating near the water’s surface. Only by looking at the angel did he realize he was floating on the water's surface also.
"They say those who lose their guardian angels become saints."
"Who are you?"
"I'm what Yoochun didn't want to forget. The moment he left heaven, he tried to hold onto this part of him." The water around Junsu swirled, and he could see a dark figure in the water; it was rising. Yoochun emerged from the water, unconscious, his body still. But there was something different - Junsu saw two black wings. The water under him made small splashes as he moved closer to observe his lover.
"Don't touch him."
Junsu looked up at the being in white.
"Not yet. You should know that if you do, his life as one of the fallen will end, he will be human. That, and your place in heaven may no longer be as secured as it was before this."
"And if I don't?"
"The curse will continue."
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He took his mother's hand into his own; it was cold. "Mom."
The doctors had called after the operation, his mother in less than stable condition. They said they saw some improvement, but nothing was for certain. His hold of his mother's hand was desperate -he couldn't let her go. Jaejoong watched behind Changmin, unable to do anything.
The woman opened her tired eyes and seemly brightened with the sight of her son. "Changmin, how have you been dear?"
"I've been good mom. The girls really miss you."
"Oh," a small chuckle, "well it's a good thing they have you and your father taking care of them."
"Yeah."
Jaejoong's eyes widened. Changmin's mother didn't know that Mr. Shim was long gone? He remembered Changmin discussing moving out of his dorm to live with his sisters and take care of them. Right now there was a family friend who helped take care of the girls, and Changmin made them promise to not inform his mom about the situation until she recovered.
"How's school? You've always been such a smart, honest boy."
"It's great. The workload is a little much but I can take it. The scholarship helps."
Jaejoong knew there was no scholarship, only a little money and some student loans - the rest Changmin had to make.
"Who's your friend?" His mother glanced over her tall son's shoulder.
"Jaejoong. He's nice." For some reason, Jaejoong felt guilty for hearing those words.
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He found himself surprisingly calm, his body lax waiting for a response. There was a faint noise - he couldn't hear it with the water in his ears. His brain somehow registered that there was some pain. Was it his lungs filling with water? No, the aching came from his heart. His hand clutched at his heart as he let out a silent scream. Someone was calling his name. As he came to his senses, his cheek felt cold against the cool water under him. It was an angel's voice, Junsu.
"Yoochun."
"Junsu!" He instinctively wrapped the boy in his arms, his wings followed suit. He held his breathe, his wings were open, and both were black.
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Changmin watched as his mom fell asleep. He didn't like lying to her; but seeing her with the wires attached to her, he knew he couldn't tell her yet. She looked like she was at peace now, or more so than before. Her brows were no longer knotted together from discomfort, and her lips relaxed rather than molded into a false smile. It was moments like this when he could ignore everything else.
Jaejoong caught his attention with a quiet gasp. "Changmin, I don't know how to say this but-"
The older man didn't finish his sentence, running to the other side of the woman's hospital bed instead, his back facing the two. "Not yet."
"Jaejoong what are you talking about?" And in that moment, a dark light spread through the room and Jaejoong's wings appeared. Changmin looked beyond his friend and saw something he's seen identified as the Angel of Death. He was speechless.
"Move. The woman's soul is due to move on."
"I can't let you do that."
"Jaejoong, you were lucky to get away with such a lenient punishment. Now move."
"Hn, I don't think lenient is in the heavenly dictionary."
The movement of her scythe halted his snide remarks.
"What can I trade?"
"This one woman's soul should not mean that much."
"But it does."
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His wings began to disappear, sending a tingling feeling over his shoulder blades.
"Yoochun, when you touched me, you made the exchange." Junsu ran his hands through the fading wings. "One life for another..."
Yoochun took Junsu's hand, toying with the ring on his left hand. "If it means you live, I'll gladly give them up." They kissed. The guardian form of Yoochun smiled, before everything is once again blanketed by a warm bright light. When they opened their eyes, they were on the deck of the ship; everything was like it was before the accident.
"Junsu, seems like you saved me."
"You saved us."
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"Your wings. All six of them."
"That means..."
"Your powers and the sacred knowledge will be gone."
Changmin interjected, "Wait, Jaejoong."
"No, Changmin. I'll do it."
"Why? You don't get anything from this. I don’t want to owe you anything."
"Six wings." He ignored Changmin, because this was something he wanted to do. There was something that Changmin offered him that no one else had. It felt like he had been looking for it since birth. So the Angel of Death swung, black feathers slowly fell and each dissolved into air. Jaejoong fell to his knees when the process was over, his energy drained.
The Angel of Death turned to leave, but not without looking over her should to say, "I think you might have found the answer to your question." She disappeared, light swallowing the room and she was gone. The beeping of the machines in the room could be heard again.
Jaejoong looked at the arms that supported him, helping him get up.
Something that God didn't control was... Changmin.
God couldn’t control someone that didn’t want to believe in him.
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"Changmin, if you love me doesn't that mean you find me attractive?" He peeked over the textbook Changmin was reading.
Changmin didn't look up from the long paragraph he was reading. "No, you're still pretty ugly. I just put up with you." He said it like it was a line straight out of the textbook.
Jaejoong loved Changmin's originality, he hasn’t been called ugly before. And for some reason, he liked it a lot more than being called gorgeous.
The end.
A/N: Is anyone confused? ^^ Well i'm vacationing for a while so I will edit if needed when I come back in like 4 days. Thanks for reading guys :D
Pairings: Jaemin, Yoosu
Rating: R
Summary: Uhm last chapter. Lots of flashbacks. Longest chapter I've ever written (more than 4000 words, whut?). A lot to be left assumed and of guessing.
ch.1 || ch.2 || ch.3 || ch.4 || ch.5 || ch.6 || ch.7 || ch.8 || ch.9 || ch.10
Sins and punishments were read aloud. It was final. There was yelling from the excommunicated, yelling from all others. Forecasts on earth told of an approaching storm. The Angel of Death appeared to silence all.
"I suggest you two quiet down. The decision has been made. There are worse things than banishment. Consider it a blessing from God himself that your wings are not taken away."
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It was painful. Jaejoong bit his lip to hold back any sounds that might betray him, his eyes squeezed shut. He could feel a burn stretch through his wings- a slow burn that was turning his identity as an angel into ashes; ashes that would be blown away and scattered, never to unite again. It was as if his wings were being plucked right off his back. Only when the black spread all the way to the tips did the pain begin to dull. A halo had fallen to pieces on the ground.
His attention was drawn to Yoochun when a cry of pain escaped the younger angel's mouth, his nails digging into the earth's soil. Jaejoong stared - only one of Yoochun's wings was turning black. He watched as the halo above Yoochun's head glow a brilliant gold before shattering. The mismatching wings relaxed from their tense state and were slowly lowered.
"Yoochun...” his eyes wide with surprise.
"What... Why?"
"I don't know." Jaejoong touched the remaining white wing.
"Jaejoong, I don't remember any of them."
"I know, neither do I."
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"Junsu." The blonde in his arms looked up, the outline of his facing showing from the glow of the television screen.
"Hmm?" Without answering, Yoochun got up and returned with something in his hand; the object masked in the darkness of the room.
"Yoochun?" The older man halted any inquiries with a kiss. It wasn't passionate - it was closer to their first: innocent, soft, but meaningful - and it ended the same way: with a smile. Yoochun detached his fingers that were entwined in Junsu's.
"I have something for you." Junsu watched Yoochun open the ring box and place the ring onto his finger. It wasn't that he was speechless, more like he chose not to speak. He chose not to speak because he knew this moment was going to pass him by if he didn't take it all in.
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"Yoochun, you know you shouldn't look at her like that." The younger angel basically ignored Jaejoong, continuing to watch the human. Jaejoong looked at the other's two wings, lower ranking angels were known to be a little more foolish. "You know the story of the Grigori."
"Yeah." The Grigori were the group of angels that were chosen to help the Archangels create Earth. Soon, they began to lust for the humans they looked after. Those who mated with human women produced Nephilm - giants. The destruction created by the offspring soon had to be dealt with by the Great Flood. Needless to say, those angels were dealt with accordingly. "Yeah, I know."
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Changmin heard the loud close of the door behind him, quickly taking his usual path. Friday nights seemed to be to be longer than any other nights, the end of the workweek calling for longer hours. The cell phone in his right pocket vibrated: Jaejoong.
When did Jaejoong add himself to my phone? "Hello?"
"Changmin-ahh..."
"Jaejoong?"
"You need to come pick me up; I can't drive and I promised...” the rest of the sentence was a bunch of murmurs from the older man. He seemed to babble on and on incoherently; not noticing Changmin would only answer with the periodic "Mhm" or "Uh-huh".
"Don't you have a roommate that can pick you up?"
"NOOO! Changmin, weren’t you listening? I said I can't bother Yoochun - he said he's doing something special with his boyfriend. I promised!" Jaejoong practically whined into his phone, making Changmin wonder how much alcohol was really consumed. He sighed. At least it was a Friday night.
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He watched the fall of Lucifer with interest. He was neither against or for the banishment, simply just watched it happen. He recently gained two wings, adding to make a total of four. Lucifer had had his six wings for a while. Jaejoong told himself he wouldn't be as foolish as the older angel - former angel. Lucifer now stripped of his holy name was to only be called Satan. Jaejoong assumed it was to save face for heaven - no one wanted to hear that something so perfect from God could be turned into something so ‘evil’. And maybe having the rest of the angels watch was like a warning. A warning that said rebellion was not going to be tolerated. It also helped reinforce God's image as all-powerful. Because there would be chaos if it were believed that He could not control everything.
Jaejoong felt a pair of eyes on him, and looked to his side where an older angel watched him. His countenance must have been one of question because the elder spoke to him with a voice of concern.
"Jaejoong, you have a similar look to Satan." Jaejoong felt an eyebrow twitch - not because he had been accused of being like Lucifer, but the fact that they were already using that name: Satan.
"I'm not as foolish."
"Satan was far from foolish. Highly intelligent."
"Intelligent - yes. Brilliant - no doubt. But he was foolish enough to fall for the deadliest of seven sins - pride. I have no such weakness."
"Disloyalty is disloyalty."
"Who ever said anything about that?"
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A cruise trip. Yoochun brought him on a cruise trip. Junsu remembered saying something about how he and his parents were going to go on one before the accident. He stood at the bow of the boat, wind blowing through his hair. He could feel Yoochun's arms on his waist, holding him still.
"Step up on the railing. Hold on, hold on. Keep your eyes closed. Do you trust me?"
Junsu hesitated before he answered, "I trust you."
Yoochun hummed a slow melody into his ear - he had to burst out laughing.
"Junsu, how unromantic." Yoochun offered a hand to help the younger man off the railing of the boat.
"You have to tell me who else but you would want to act out that scene."
Yoochun stopped himself from answering 'Leonardo Dicaprio and Kate Winslet', smiling instead. Junsu hated that - Yoochun could just smile his way out of things. He didn't tell Junsu that he liked the blonde's smiles best.
"You know smiling to yourself is kind of creepy."
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The Sons of God are given souls on earth to watch over as guardian angels. After completing their work with a certain number of lives, they will be promoted.
Yoochun listened, but not with much interest. Most of the angels here did care about becoming high rank angels. Of course, he cared about being closer to God, but the humans he watched over fascinated him. There wasn't much to know or learn about them, but still they were amazing in a way. Countless times he had seen them overcome obstacles that seemed impossible to overcome. He saw human beings make choices that went completely against common sense, but it was always for a reason. They had the free will to make mistakes; Yoochun admired that - almost envied it. Almost.
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"Ah!” Jaejoong pushed him against the wall roughly. This was certainly not what he was expecting after dragging Jaejoong into an elevator and into the older man's apartment. The only light that was the one that he managed to flick on when he entered. It created a weak source of light from the short hallway that connected the door to the apartment; it barely lit the bedroom. Most of Jaejoong's face was blanketed in shadow.
"God, I fucking hate you." Changmin didn't know if that was directed towards him or God, or the both of them in general. He did know when Jaejoong's lips harshly pushed against his collarbone, hints of teeth longing to bite. And he did bite, which made Changmin push him away, separating their bodies.
Jaejoong observed the floor of the dark room, looking around as if he would find his balance in some tangible form, walking around. He swayed a bit; Changmin was stronger than he looked. Changmin watched the man, not sure if it was a good idea to stay - but then again leaving him by himself was probably not a good idea either. His eyes adjusted to the dark more, and he saw Jaejoong looking at him, coming towards him.
And there was something frightening about it. Not necessarily the scared kind of frightening, but the dark kind of frightening.
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'There has to be something God doesn't control.' Jaejoong floated passed bookshelves, browsing for a book that would actually help him. He soon found himself in the histories section, none of the books were dusty though they were unread for so long. That was the thing about heaven - it was too clean, it really made one wonder about any hidden secrets. Jaejoong was sure that there would be secrets to be found. He reached for the book with a silver binding.
The Fallen Archives.
He flipped through the book, stopping here are there. Of course there was the story of Lucifer - the first of few. He still remembered that day, the day of Lucifer's banishment. Lucifer loved God though, and he did up until that second his halo disappeared. Maybe he still did as Satan, but that is something the angels in heaven would never find out even if it were true. Jaejoong placed the book back into place. That was a long time ago, over the time passed he already gained his last two wings, and was a regular attendant to God. But being closer never did quench his curiosity. There were a lot of mysteries swept under the rug in this holy place.
If God truly had the ultimate power, why did he need his angels? Jaejoong concluded that there was something God couldn't control, and he wanted to find out what that was. A sound brought his attention from the books to the angel that appeared down the isle.
"What are you doing here?" It was the same angel that was beside him from that day.
"Just browsing."
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He exhaled slowly, mouth slight ajar, as Yoochun brushed a thumb over his lower lip. Oh god, he was shaking - was he spreading tremors through the bed? Delicate fingers ghosted over his thighs; those same fingers that created miracles of sound with the simple touch of ivory and ebony keys. Yoochun began singing softly in his ear about lost smiles - this time Junsu didn't laugh. Instead, he inhaled deeply and tightened his arms around the older man.
"I love you." Junsu's voice was a bit strained, like he was forcing himself to whisper. It was as if it was there secret and he didn't want anything or anyone to hear - not even the walls around them.
Yoochun didn't remember the last time those words were whispered to him. They didn't say it often, mostly because it didn't need to be said. There didn't need to be a confession of undying love everyday - that just wasn't the way they worked. So he doesn't answer, opting to fit his hands into Junsu's. He could feel the warm metal around that one finger.
"Don't call me Micky."
"I didn't plan to"
Another kiss.
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"I didn't plan to."
Jaejoong didn't see Changmin's look of confusion, his head resting on the taller boy's shoulder. Changmin didn't push the man away this time, catching his breathe after that kiss. His arms were still pinned against the wall, the man right now not moving.
"What would make you want me?"
Dark eyes. That's what Changmin saw when Jaejoong looked at him. The moonlight that invaded their privacy drew small white ellipses near those pupils.
"Jaejoong, you're drunk."
"No!" He seemed to effortlessly pull Changmin off the wall and push him aside. The back of Changmin's legs hit the bed, forcing him to sit. Jaejoong didn't look at him, his head rested against that wall Changmin was pushed against just seconds ago, his back hunched. "I'm not drunk."
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"Why can't I remember even one of them?"
"Fallen angels no longer have the right to watch over anyone, Yoochun."
"I tried to hold onto the memory of them."
"I know."
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"Please, Jaejoong. Don't-" Jaejoong swallowed his plea.
"You're just what sin must taste like."
"I know what kind of person you are." Changmin was breathless.
Jaejoong's grip on Changmin's wrists only tightened, "Then you know I won't give up until I get what I want." He pinned those wrists above Changmin's head with one hand, the other reaching down to undo the youth's belt.
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He gasped when Yoochun filled him, his fingernails creating crescent shaped marks on Yoochun's shoulder blades.
"Ah- Junsu, not there." He moved his fingers further up to Yoochun's shoulders, his grip firm as the man held still. He could feel the short breathes of his lover against his neck. Butterfly kisses were placed along his neck when Yoochun started to move. Their bodies moved with seemingly perfect ease, or at least it was perfect to them. Junsu swore they moved to a tune of their own, and maybe it was something Yoochun created and that's why it was so perfect.
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This was what he wanted. He wanted to own that skin that so many saw but never had. Because he knows when he quenches this thirst it could be over. The boy gad given in a while ago, his gasps and moans giving him away.
Jaejoong was glad he bought black bed sheets. The figure beneath him squirmed under his ministrations, muscles stiffening beautifully, tan skin standing out from the sheets. The sound of skin slapping against skin quickened. His wings opened up, stretched to their maximum as lights flashed before his eyes.
'Shit.' Jaejoong opened his eyes to find the boy staring. "Changmin-"
He stopped when Changmin, still breathless, reached for one of his wings. He flinched a bit when contact was made, more from unfamiliarity than pain. A gentle hand lightly glided over a wing. "What..."
Jaejoong waved a hand over Changmin's eyes; it glowed an eerie blue. "Sleep."
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It was a long fall, and he was waiting to hit earth. So many warnings were given to him before the banishment - he never took them seriously. And right then, he knew he never wanted to. Because escape from the prison he knew as heaven meant he could have free will. Yoochun lifted his hand and covered the image of the fleeting golden gates. His hand curled into a fist, as if it was grabbing something.
Soon everything was covered by clouds.
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Yoochun awoke to Junsu still in his arms and the sound of the ship's alarm. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to chase away the last remains of sleep. What was going on? It was then he noticed the water leaking into the room, a couple inches high by now.
"Junsu!" He shook the younger man - no response. "Junsu!"
Finally the blonde began to stir, Yoochun looked around. The heavens loved irony; Titanic was their movie.
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There was the high-pitched sound of a cell phone ringing. Jaejoong was going to ignore it but then he felt shifting in the bed next to him. Changmin was quickly getting dressed.
"Changmin-"
"Don't come near me right now." His voice was calm, but then again Jaejoong knew Changmin wasn't one to explode.
"I-"
"Please, Jaejoong. Just... don't." He walked out of the room, but not before Jaejoong noticed something. A mark on the younger man; a mark that told of visits from the Angel of Death.
"I'll be nearing that non-believer soon again."
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There had been an explosion near the captain's cabin - needless to say chaos ensued. Yoochun looked around him and knew that there was no way they could get onto one of the stuffy lifeboats unless they wanted to be trampled by the panicking passengers. He gazed at the ocean water - not that far away now; the ship was already sunken halfway. And if they jumped, there was a chance they could survive - he would fly them to safety. There was no way he could open his wings here without people noticing.
"Yoochun, do you want to jump?" He looked up at Junsu, startled the younger man confronted him about the course of action first.
And then he knew he was scared. Because this could be it. This could be the last time he'll see Junsu. He was scared to answer.
"Just don't let go Rose." Junsu said it with humor, but it was a forced laugh. He was scared too. His voice changed to a sadder tone, "Promise you won't let go."
"I promise."
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He followed Changmin against the youth's orders. He was never the type to rush, but he did for Changmin - to catch up to the boy. They stopped into front of a hospital - Jaejoong remembered it was the one Changmin’s mother was staying in.
"Changmin!"
"Why are you still following me? Didn't get what you wanted?"
Didn't he? "Changmin! I-", Jaejoong followed the boy into the hospital.
"Is this man with you, Mr. Shim?"
Changmin eyed him, his look almost a glare. "Yeah."
They both went into the elevator together, it was empty. "Changmin I-"
It seemed like the millionth time today he was interrupted. "Jaejoong, please. Explain it later. I need to see my mom right now."
Jaejoong was reminded of what kind of person Changmin was. Right now, he wasn't Changmin's biggest concern, so he wasn't going to be the center of Changmin's focus. The elevator opened and Changmin immediately started walking. He stared at the figure that was growing smaller as it walked farther away from him. The thing was, Changmin was his biggest concern right now.
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He had let go. Why did he let go? A white light burst from Yoochun's body, and suddenly he couldn't move. He might actually die like this.
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Junsu moved his limbs against the water. Their hands were separated - they had never let go. The waves were preventing him from surfacing. Salt water stung his eyes, making him unsure if it was the effects of the liquid or he was actually crying. 'Yoochun', he was about to pass out.
That's when a white light enveloped his body, blinding his vision. When Junsu opened his eyes, there was Yoochun - or what looked like Yoochun. The man had two white wings, and was floating near the water’s surface. Only by looking at the angel did he realize he was floating on the water's surface also.
"They say those who lose their guardian angels become saints."
"Who are you?"
"I'm what Yoochun didn't want to forget. The moment he left heaven, he tried to hold onto this part of him." The water around Junsu swirled, and he could see a dark figure in the water; it was rising. Yoochun emerged from the water, unconscious, his body still. But there was something different - Junsu saw two black wings. The water under him made small splashes as he moved closer to observe his lover.
"Don't touch him."
Junsu looked up at the being in white.
"Not yet. You should know that if you do, his life as one of the fallen will end, he will be human. That, and your place in heaven may no longer be as secured as it was before this."
"And if I don't?"
"The curse will continue."
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He took his mother's hand into his own; it was cold. "Mom."
The doctors had called after the operation, his mother in less than stable condition. They said they saw some improvement, but nothing was for certain. His hold of his mother's hand was desperate -he couldn't let her go. Jaejoong watched behind Changmin, unable to do anything.
The woman opened her tired eyes and seemly brightened with the sight of her son. "Changmin, how have you been dear?"
"I've been good mom. The girls really miss you."
"Oh," a small chuckle, "well it's a good thing they have you and your father taking care of them."
"Yeah."
Jaejoong's eyes widened. Changmin's mother didn't know that Mr. Shim was long gone? He remembered Changmin discussing moving out of his dorm to live with his sisters and take care of them. Right now there was a family friend who helped take care of the girls, and Changmin made them promise to not inform his mom about the situation until she recovered.
"How's school? You've always been such a smart, honest boy."
"It's great. The workload is a little much but I can take it. The scholarship helps."
Jaejoong knew there was no scholarship, only a little money and some student loans - the rest Changmin had to make.
"Who's your friend?" His mother glanced over her tall son's shoulder.
"Jaejoong. He's nice." For some reason, Jaejoong felt guilty for hearing those words.
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He found himself surprisingly calm, his body lax waiting for a response. There was a faint noise - he couldn't hear it with the water in his ears. His brain somehow registered that there was some pain. Was it his lungs filling with water? No, the aching came from his heart. His hand clutched at his heart as he let out a silent scream. Someone was calling his name. As he came to his senses, his cheek felt cold against the cool water under him. It was an angel's voice, Junsu.
"Yoochun."
"Junsu!" He instinctively wrapped the boy in his arms, his wings followed suit. He held his breathe, his wings were open, and both were black.
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Changmin watched as his mom fell asleep. He didn't like lying to her; but seeing her with the wires attached to her, he knew he couldn't tell her yet. She looked like she was at peace now, or more so than before. Her brows were no longer knotted together from discomfort, and her lips relaxed rather than molded into a false smile. It was moments like this when he could ignore everything else.
Jaejoong caught his attention with a quiet gasp. "Changmin, I don't know how to say this but-"
The older man didn't finish his sentence, running to the other side of the woman's hospital bed instead, his back facing the two. "Not yet."
"Jaejoong what are you talking about?" And in that moment, a dark light spread through the room and Jaejoong's wings appeared. Changmin looked beyond his friend and saw something he's seen identified as the Angel of Death. He was speechless.
"Move. The woman's soul is due to move on."
"I can't let you do that."
"Jaejoong, you were lucky to get away with such a lenient punishment. Now move."
"Hn, I don't think lenient is in the heavenly dictionary."
The movement of her scythe halted his snide remarks.
"What can I trade?"
"This one woman's soul should not mean that much."
"But it does."
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His wings began to disappear, sending a tingling feeling over his shoulder blades.
"Yoochun, when you touched me, you made the exchange." Junsu ran his hands through the fading wings. "One life for another..."
Yoochun took Junsu's hand, toying with the ring on his left hand. "If it means you live, I'll gladly give them up." They kissed. The guardian form of Yoochun smiled, before everything is once again blanketed by a warm bright light. When they opened their eyes, they were on the deck of the ship; everything was like it was before the accident.
"Junsu, seems like you saved me."
"You saved us."
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"Your wings. All six of them."
"That means..."
"Your powers and the sacred knowledge will be gone."
Changmin interjected, "Wait, Jaejoong."
"No, Changmin. I'll do it."
"Why? You don't get anything from this. I don’t want to owe you anything."
"Six wings." He ignored Changmin, because this was something he wanted to do. There was something that Changmin offered him that no one else had. It felt like he had been looking for it since birth. So the Angel of Death swung, black feathers slowly fell and each dissolved into air. Jaejoong fell to his knees when the process was over, his energy drained.
The Angel of Death turned to leave, but not without looking over her should to say, "I think you might have found the answer to your question." She disappeared, light swallowing the room and she was gone. The beeping of the machines in the room could be heard again.
Jaejoong looked at the arms that supported him, helping him get up.
Something that God didn't control was... Changmin.
God couldn’t control someone that didn’t want to believe in him.
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"Changmin, if you love me doesn't that mean you find me attractive?" He peeked over the textbook Changmin was reading.
Changmin didn't look up from the long paragraph he was reading. "No, you're still pretty ugly. I just put up with you." He said it like it was a line straight out of the textbook.
Jaejoong loved Changmin's originality, he hasn’t been called ugly before. And for some reason, he liked it a lot more than being called gorgeous.
The end.
A/N: Is anyone confused? ^^ Well i'm vacationing for a while so I will edit if needed when I come back in like 4 days. Thanks for reading guys :D