Fic - Fallen:Chapter 3
Title: Fallen
Pairings: Jaemin, Yoosu
Rating: R
Summary: One of the meanings of fallen. Actions and consequences. Me being vague in the summary again... ^^
ch.1 || ch.2
Junsu was sitting on his bed, reading the book he borrowed earlier that day. He was now familiar with the hierarchy of angels. Each angel had a story. What fascinated him more were stories of the fallen angels. It was intended that humans stayed ignorant. But the angels fallen from God included those who taught humans to write to those who taught abortion.
The sound of the piano interrupted his reading. Not that he minded; he was basically done with the book anyway. That and the fact that his neighbor was an excellent pianist helped. He closed his eyes as the world disappeared around him. Junsu's apartment was mostly empty, and the music bounced off his walls effortlessly. It was a soft sound, almost inaudible if not for the quiet of Junsu's own apartment. He wasn't familiar with any of the pieces the person next door played. One thing he did know was that the music was beautiful, almost having a tragic beauty. The songs played filled him with sadness, reminding him of his deceased parents.
Junsu felt they shared a similar sadness.
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His fingers came to a rest, lingering on the last keys just a while longer, "Jaejoong-ah."
There was no answer.
Yoochun got up to go to the room he knew Jaejoong was in. The room was dark; basically empty save the few armchairs they put in there. Jaejoong was by the window, a wide window that allowed for a wide view of the city. The older man didn't turn when Yoochun stepped into the room, approaching him. The moonlight was shining into the room, printing a white rectangle onto the rug.
Jaejoong's eyes were closed, looking almost as if he were absorbing the moonlight. His pale skin glowed in the lighting, framed by his dark hair. Hands came to his shoulders, massaging them before releasing him. He opened his eyes and Yoochun was sitting on the windowsill next to him. He looked at Jaejoong expectantly.
Jaejoong closed his eyes again. There was a tingling at his shoulder blades and wings formed - six of them. They were not the way human civilization has drawn them up. Rather, they were thinner, not as big - he had three on each side. Not even opening his eyes yet, he could feel that Yoochun had released his wings as well. Jaejoong concentrated on moving them, letting out a grunt from discomfort.
"Sore?” he opened his eyes to see Yoochun reaching to caress his wings. Yoochun ran his hands through the black feathery material that was Jaejoong's wing. The black color a symbol of their exile.
Jaejoong stared at Yoochun, the younger man now looking innocent rather than his usual serious appearance. Perhaps it was because Yoochun had been a relatively young angel when they left. And for some reason, only one of Yoochun's two wings was black, the other still a brilliant white.
"Maybe you shouldn't have come with me." Perhaps the white that remained meant Yoochun had a chance to escape.
"I came because I wanted to. I wasn't that young." That was true.
Fallen angels are said to roam the Earth until judgment day, and at that time would be sent to Hell.
But that wasn't the worst part for the two, far from it.
The other part of the punishment. There was Jaejoong, who would be destined to never find love. Yoochun himself would find love over and over, and each time, would lose that love.
That was the price of free will.
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Changmin was busy typing away on his laptop, trying to finish his report on the case study for his psychology class. Yes, it was due in 4 days, but this was something that actually interested him and he wanted to follow this report through completely. He built his report around the confirmation bias; the subject saw what he wanted to see, something that confirmed his beliefs.
He looked up from his laptop out the window.
'Even if there was a God, he'd be of no help.'
His eyes darted to the ringing cell phone next to him. Private number. He shrugged but picked up anyway.
"Hello?"
"Hi, uhm, this is Shim Changmin?"
"Yes."
"I'm Kim Junsu, we met at the library. I just want to tell you that I'll return the book tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay. Thank you. Have a nice day." He paused slightly after thinking that it was about 10:30 at night, and saying 'have a nice day' was somewhat incorrect, but brushed it off.
He hung up after that, stretching in his chair. He smiled. Maybe he could take up his dorm buddy's invitation to go to that club tomorrow. He knew he would be done with the assignment soon; he just needed that one passage.
A/N: Yay, now we know (although I thought we all knew beforehand anyway, but if you didn't know that's good ^^). I was on Wikipedia while I was writing this, trying to make sure i wouldn't make any stupid errors with the angel references. I'm pretty sure the "people" are going to meet soon (like next chapter. I mean come on Min is going to a club and we all know who's going to be there... :D). I'm trying not to rush this, gah so hard - especially when I have specific ideas for later in the story. It's hard not to just rush ahead and just write that scene. Okay this author's note is getting long, you've all forgotten the story already (lol), goodbye for now.
Pairings: Jaemin, Yoosu
Rating: R
Summary: One of the meanings of fallen. Actions and consequences. Me being vague in the summary again... ^^
ch.1 || ch.2
Junsu was sitting on his bed, reading the book he borrowed earlier that day. He was now familiar with the hierarchy of angels. Each angel had a story. What fascinated him more were stories of the fallen angels. It was intended that humans stayed ignorant. But the angels fallen from God included those who taught humans to write to those who taught abortion.
The sound of the piano interrupted his reading. Not that he minded; he was basically done with the book anyway. That and the fact that his neighbor was an excellent pianist helped. He closed his eyes as the world disappeared around him. Junsu's apartment was mostly empty, and the music bounced off his walls effortlessly. It was a soft sound, almost inaudible if not for the quiet of Junsu's own apartment. He wasn't familiar with any of the pieces the person next door played. One thing he did know was that the music was beautiful, almost having a tragic beauty. The songs played filled him with sadness, reminding him of his deceased parents.
Junsu felt they shared a similar sadness.
-----------------
His fingers came to a rest, lingering on the last keys just a while longer, "Jaejoong-ah."
There was no answer.
Yoochun got up to go to the room he knew Jaejoong was in. The room was dark; basically empty save the few armchairs they put in there. Jaejoong was by the window, a wide window that allowed for a wide view of the city. The older man didn't turn when Yoochun stepped into the room, approaching him. The moonlight was shining into the room, printing a white rectangle onto the rug.
Jaejoong's eyes were closed, looking almost as if he were absorbing the moonlight. His pale skin glowed in the lighting, framed by his dark hair. Hands came to his shoulders, massaging them before releasing him. He opened his eyes and Yoochun was sitting on the windowsill next to him. He looked at Jaejoong expectantly.
Jaejoong closed his eyes again. There was a tingling at his shoulder blades and wings formed - six of them. They were not the way human civilization has drawn them up. Rather, they were thinner, not as big - he had three on each side. Not even opening his eyes yet, he could feel that Yoochun had released his wings as well. Jaejoong concentrated on moving them, letting out a grunt from discomfort.
"Sore?” he opened his eyes to see Yoochun reaching to caress his wings. Yoochun ran his hands through the black feathery material that was Jaejoong's wing. The black color a symbol of their exile.
Jaejoong stared at Yoochun, the younger man now looking innocent rather than his usual serious appearance. Perhaps it was because Yoochun had been a relatively young angel when they left. And for some reason, only one of Yoochun's two wings was black, the other still a brilliant white.
"Maybe you shouldn't have come with me." Perhaps the white that remained meant Yoochun had a chance to escape.
"I came because I wanted to. I wasn't that young." That was true.
Fallen angels are said to roam the Earth until judgment day, and at that time would be sent to Hell.
But that wasn't the worst part for the two, far from it.
The other part of the punishment. There was Jaejoong, who would be destined to never find love. Yoochun himself would find love over and over, and each time, would lose that love.
That was the price of free will.
-----------------------
Changmin was busy typing away on his laptop, trying to finish his report on the case study for his psychology class. Yes, it was due in 4 days, but this was something that actually interested him and he wanted to follow this report through completely. He built his report around the confirmation bias; the subject saw what he wanted to see, something that confirmed his beliefs.
He looked up from his laptop out the window.
'Even if there was a God, he'd be of no help.'
His eyes darted to the ringing cell phone next to him. Private number. He shrugged but picked up anyway.
"Hello?"
"Hi, uhm, this is Shim Changmin?"
"Yes."
"I'm Kim Junsu, we met at the library. I just want to tell you that I'll return the book tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay. Thank you. Have a nice day." He paused slightly after thinking that it was about 10:30 at night, and saying 'have a nice day' was somewhat incorrect, but brushed it off.
He hung up after that, stretching in his chair. He smiled. Maybe he could take up his dorm buddy's invitation to go to that club tomorrow. He knew he would be done with the assignment soon; he just needed that one passage.
A/N: Yay, now we know (although I thought we all knew beforehand anyway, but if you didn't know that's good ^^). I was on Wikipedia while I was writing this, trying to make sure i wouldn't make any stupid errors with the angel references. I'm pretty sure the "people" are going to meet soon (like next chapter. I mean come on Min is going to a club and we all know who's going to be there... :D). I'm trying not to rush this, gah so hard - especially when I have specific ideas for later in the story. It's hard not to just rush ahead and just write that scene. Okay this author's note is getting long, you've all forgotten the story already (lol), goodbye for now.