Wings
Title: Wings
Author: zeropercent
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kai/Sehun
Summary: 1k. He can feel the scars where Jongin’s wings used to be.
Disclaimer: Cut and title go to Little Mix. Not real, didn’t happen, false, etc.
Sehun slides his hands up the back of Jongin’s shirt. Dirty, impure, filthy, every variation thereof. He can feel the scars where Jongin’s wings used to be. Jongin slides a leg in between Sehun’s thighs, eyelashes fluttering.
Jongin says, “You should stay away from me.”
Sehun simply responds with, “No I shouldn’t.”
Jongin nuzzles his face against the front of Sehun’s shirt. “I’m dirty.”
“No you’re not.”
Sehun feels guilty sometimes. He was the reason Jongin lost his wings. Jongin tells him it wasn’t his fault, but Sehun knows it was. If Jongin hadn’t met Sehun, Jongin would still be in heaven. Falling in love with a human was impure, looked down on. But Jongin couldn’t help himself. Sehun was special.
In a way, it was worth it. Jongin knows he wouldn’t be able to live without seeing Sehun. But at the same time, all of his friends, his family-they all think he is worthless.
Humans are so different from angels. They do not care whether what they are doing is wrong or right. They simply do it, and face the consequences. Jongin wonders how people can be so care-free.
Sehun runs his fingers through Jongin’s hair. “You don’t have to worry anymore.”
Jongin asks, “Do you love me?”
“Yeah. Of course I do.” Sehun thinks, you lost everything for me. How could I not love you?
Jongin smiles. He traces Sehun’s jaw. His smile fades and his eyes appear worried. “Don’t leave me for someone else.”
“Why would I do that?” Jongin averts his gaze. He turns around and Sehun slides an arm around his waist, pressing his nose to the nape of Jongin’s neck. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
-
Jongin feels someone bump into his back and he winces, nails digging into Sehun’s arm. Sehun asks, “Are you okay?” Jongin lets out a sob and Sehun pulls him aside, into an alleyway. It’s empty and a little dark. Jongin needs to calm down. Jongin rubs his eyes, sniffling, and Sehun whispers, “It’ll be alright.” He pulls him close, kissing the side of his head.
Jongin hiccups, “I’m so sorry, Sehun.”
“Don’t be sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He lightly touches Jongin’s shoulder blades. Jongin cries harder. “No one thinks less of you here.”
Jongin shakes his head. “I want to go home.”
Sehun grabs his hand, leading him out.
The walk home is quiet between them, save for Jongin’s sniffles. When they reach the apartment, Jongin buries himself under the blanket. Sehun goes to make some tea, rubbing his temples.
Sehun carefully fills a cup with the tea and takes it to Jongin. Jongin sits up, eyes damp, eyelashes sticking together. “Jongin…”
“I’m sorry. I’m kind of pathetic, right?”
“Not at all. Drink this.” Jongin sighs. Sehun reaches out to wipe the tears from his face. “I know it’s hard… You lost everything. I should be sorry.”
Jongin cracks a smile. “Don’t be sorry for making me love you.”
Sehun looks down. “I ruined your life, though.”
Jongin puts the cup of tea on the nightstand. He takes Sehun’s face in his hands. “I’m just…a little upset that everything got taken from me so quickly. But-you make my life better. Imagine if this had happened, and you weren’t here. I don’t know what I’d do.”
“If I weren’t here, it wouldn’t have happened.”
Jongin frowns deeply. He brings Sehun closer, lips sliding against Sehun’s. Sehun fists his hands in Jongin’s shirt and breathes, “I’ll make everything okay for you. I promise. Trust me, okay?”
Jongin trusts Sehun. Of course he does. He wouldn’t have even risked anything if he didn’t trust Sehun. “Okay.”
Sehun gives him a tiny smile. He kisses Jongin’s cheek and whispers, “Sorry.”
“No need to apologize.” Jongin grabs the tea, drinking it.
-
Jongin tilts his head down. Sehun scrubs his back, careful around his scars. Jongin doesn’t really like it when Sehun looks at them, much less touch them, but Sehun tries to assure him that it isn’t a big deal.
When they get out of the shower, Jongin towel-dries his hair and slips on a shirt. Sehun kisses the corner of his mouth and Jongin blushes, staring down at the floor. Sehun says, “I’ll help you get used to this life.”
Jongin nods. “Thanks.”
Sehun explains, “You can have a lot more freedom here. We should go out.”
“Where?”
Sehun slips on his pants, tugging the drawstring. “We could go to the bar.”
Jongin shifts nervously. “Um.”
Sehun lights up, “Yes! The bar. Let’s go now!”
-
Sehun shoves a bottle of beer into Jongin’s hand. Jongin stares at it, his heart pounding in his head. Sehun drinks from his own bottle, downing it quickly.
Jongin tentatively takes a sip, cringing at the taste. “Sehun, this is awful.”
Jongin thinks about how inappropriate this is. He’s done worse, but having his wings ripped from him kind of changed everything.
Sehun lands a wet kiss to his cheek. “You’re thinking too much.”
“This is...it’s wrong.”
Sehun shakes his head. “It’s fine. If you don’t want to drink it, you don’t have to. But know that if you do, nothing will happen to you.”
Jongin inhales deeply, and swallows some more.
-
Jongin shoves his tongue into Sehun’s mouth. He slurs, “I’m such a fucking sinner.” He slides his hands along Sehun’s sides, grabbing his waist and pushing him harder against the wall. “I’m going to hell.”
Sehun pants, “Fuck. Who cares?”
Jongin sucks marks into Sehun’s neck. “Let’s go home. Please?”
Sehun calls a taxi, and Jongin kisses him the entire ride home.
Sehun struggles with unlocking the door as Jongin mouths at his exposed skin. Sehun throws the door open and they stumble in, almost tripping over each other as they take off their shoes and head into the bedroom.
Jongin falls onto the bed. “I love you so much.”
Sehun tugs Jongin’s shirt up and over his head. “I love you too.”
Jongin thinks Sehun is worth everything.
a/n: /nervous laughter/ what is this i have no fucking idea bye
Author: zeropercent
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kai/Sehun
Summary: 1k. He can feel the scars where Jongin’s wings used to be.
Disclaimer: Cut and title go to Little Mix. Not real, didn’t happen, false, etc.
Sehun slides his hands up the back of Jongin’s shirt. Dirty, impure, filthy, every variation thereof. He can feel the scars where Jongin’s wings used to be. Jongin slides a leg in between Sehun’s thighs, eyelashes fluttering.
Jongin says, “You should stay away from me.”
Sehun simply responds with, “No I shouldn’t.”
Jongin nuzzles his face against the front of Sehun’s shirt. “I’m dirty.”
“No you’re not.”
Sehun feels guilty sometimes. He was the reason Jongin lost his wings. Jongin tells him it wasn’t his fault, but Sehun knows it was. If Jongin hadn’t met Sehun, Jongin would still be in heaven. Falling in love with a human was impure, looked down on. But Jongin couldn’t help himself. Sehun was special.
In a way, it was worth it. Jongin knows he wouldn’t be able to live without seeing Sehun. But at the same time, all of his friends, his family-they all think he is worthless.
Humans are so different from angels. They do not care whether what they are doing is wrong or right. They simply do it, and face the consequences. Jongin wonders how people can be so care-free.
Sehun runs his fingers through Jongin’s hair. “You don’t have to worry anymore.”
Jongin asks, “Do you love me?”
“Yeah. Of course I do.” Sehun thinks, you lost everything for me. How could I not love you?
Jongin smiles. He traces Sehun’s jaw. His smile fades and his eyes appear worried. “Don’t leave me for someone else.”
“Why would I do that?” Jongin averts his gaze. He turns around and Sehun slides an arm around his waist, pressing his nose to the nape of Jongin’s neck. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
-
Jongin feels someone bump into his back and he winces, nails digging into Sehun’s arm. Sehun asks, “Are you okay?” Jongin lets out a sob and Sehun pulls him aside, into an alleyway. It’s empty and a little dark. Jongin needs to calm down. Jongin rubs his eyes, sniffling, and Sehun whispers, “It’ll be alright.” He pulls him close, kissing the side of his head.
Jongin hiccups, “I’m so sorry, Sehun.”
“Don’t be sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He lightly touches Jongin’s shoulder blades. Jongin cries harder. “No one thinks less of you here.”
Jongin shakes his head. “I want to go home.”
Sehun grabs his hand, leading him out.
The walk home is quiet between them, save for Jongin’s sniffles. When they reach the apartment, Jongin buries himself under the blanket. Sehun goes to make some tea, rubbing his temples.
Sehun carefully fills a cup with the tea and takes it to Jongin. Jongin sits up, eyes damp, eyelashes sticking together. “Jongin…”
“I’m sorry. I’m kind of pathetic, right?”
“Not at all. Drink this.” Jongin sighs. Sehun reaches out to wipe the tears from his face. “I know it’s hard… You lost everything. I should be sorry.”
Jongin cracks a smile. “Don’t be sorry for making me love you.”
Sehun looks down. “I ruined your life, though.”
Jongin puts the cup of tea on the nightstand. He takes Sehun’s face in his hands. “I’m just…a little upset that everything got taken from me so quickly. But-you make my life better. Imagine if this had happened, and you weren’t here. I don’t know what I’d do.”
“If I weren’t here, it wouldn’t have happened.”
Jongin frowns deeply. He brings Sehun closer, lips sliding against Sehun’s. Sehun fists his hands in Jongin’s shirt and breathes, “I’ll make everything okay for you. I promise. Trust me, okay?”
Jongin trusts Sehun. Of course he does. He wouldn’t have even risked anything if he didn’t trust Sehun. “Okay.”
Sehun gives him a tiny smile. He kisses Jongin’s cheek and whispers, “Sorry.”
“No need to apologize.” Jongin grabs the tea, drinking it.
-
Jongin tilts his head down. Sehun scrubs his back, careful around his scars. Jongin doesn’t really like it when Sehun looks at them, much less touch them, but Sehun tries to assure him that it isn’t a big deal.
When they get out of the shower, Jongin towel-dries his hair and slips on a shirt. Sehun kisses the corner of his mouth and Jongin blushes, staring down at the floor. Sehun says, “I’ll help you get used to this life.”
Jongin nods. “Thanks.”
Sehun explains, “You can have a lot more freedom here. We should go out.”
“Where?”
Sehun slips on his pants, tugging the drawstring. “We could go to the bar.”
Jongin shifts nervously. “Um.”
Sehun lights up, “Yes! The bar. Let’s go now!”
-
Sehun shoves a bottle of beer into Jongin’s hand. Jongin stares at it, his heart pounding in his head. Sehun drinks from his own bottle, downing it quickly.
Jongin tentatively takes a sip, cringing at the taste. “Sehun, this is awful.”
Jongin thinks about how inappropriate this is. He’s done worse, but having his wings ripped from him kind of changed everything.
Sehun lands a wet kiss to his cheek. “You’re thinking too much.”
“This is...it’s wrong.”
Sehun shakes his head. “It’s fine. If you don’t want to drink it, you don’t have to. But know that if you do, nothing will happen to you.”
Jongin inhales deeply, and swallows some more.
-
Jongin shoves his tongue into Sehun’s mouth. He slurs, “I’m such a fucking sinner.” He slides his hands along Sehun’s sides, grabbing his waist and pushing him harder against the wall. “I’m going to hell.”
Sehun pants, “Fuck. Who cares?”
Jongin sucks marks into Sehun’s neck. “Let’s go home. Please?”
Sehun calls a taxi, and Jongin kisses him the entire ride home.
Sehun struggles with unlocking the door as Jongin mouths at his exposed skin. Sehun throws the door open and they stumble in, almost tripping over each other as they take off their shoes and head into the bedroom.
Jongin falls onto the bed. “I love you so much.”
Sehun tugs Jongin’s shirt up and over his head. “I love you too.”
Jongin thinks Sehun is worth everything.
a/n: /nervous laughter/ what is this i have no fucking idea bye