FANFIC: "Playing God (Ch 12: Meeting the Seer & Losing Oneself)" (Pairings Listed)
Title: "Playing God" Ch 12: "Meeting The Seer & Losing Oneself"
Pairing: DBSK: YunJae, YooSu; Se7enxRain (Past/Implied), (More Pairings/Bands to Come)
Featuring: Se7en, Rain, Changmin (DBSK), Lee HongKi (FT Island), (More to come)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: SciFi/ Fantasy/ AU
Rating: PG13 (Language & Sensuality)
Warning: Fluff, Angst/Drama, Experiments/Medical, Weirdness, Rich Assholes, Sadistic Scientists, Captive Angels, Sensuality
A/N: This fic is now being dedicated to myeyeswillclose & rawrboysmode because I love them and they have strong bias-presence in this fic. I hope you two are enjoying yourselves. (Don't worry, more bands on the way!)
Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION, as in I do not own the Main Characters. All Technicians, Doctors, and most Executives/Billionaires/Random Assholes are created and named by me. I reserve the right to throw the names of all you sexy people in if I need them. Is that ok? Y/Y? I can't even prove Angels exist. This is just for entertainment purposes.
Previous Chapters: "Biographies" "Chapter 1" "Chapter 2" "Chapter 3" "Chapter 4" "Chapter 5" "Chapter 6" "Chapter 7" "Chapter 8" "Chapter 9" "Chapter 10" "Chapter 11"
“All in good time.” Yoochun promised out loud, opening the door and slipping inside the room. “Come on.”
Yunho nodded as he released the other male’s shoulder, hesitating only briefly before he entered and closed the door behind him. He’d felt, for a moment, like another was watching him… But then again, he’d felt like that more or less since he’d first entered The Haven.
“Do they watch us all the time?” The question spilled out as he kicked his shoes off with Yoochun and followed the other out of the foyer, down a short hall and into the living area.
“Most common areas, some of the hallways.” Yoochun shrugged. “They learned fairly quickly not to rely on video equipment, especially not for recording, and don’t bother to try it in the ‘dorms’. I think they gave up on that within a few days of the opening of this facility.”
Yunho frowned. “Why? Aren’t they more likely to learn about us by watching us behind closed doors?”
“Video equipment and cameras in general, hell, even technology in general reacts strangely to the presence of Kin. It’s a miracle anything works, with such a concentration of us here. It’s one of the reasons they still know so little about us.” Yoochun’s grin was fierce and fanged, a predatory amusement that was fueled by a bitter distaste for an enemy. “Their tests aren’t worth much when the very essence of what we are makes the machines go haywire.”
“And here I was thinking you’d be talking about me.” A third voice joined the conversation as they stepped into the living room. “How will I continue to survive being so ignored?”
Originating from the seated figure tucked into one corner of the dark couch, the tones were mocking and smooth. Junsu smiled and uncurled himself from his little nest, tossing aside the dark-gray throw that had curled over his knees. With an eager twist that was partially grace and partially puppy-like enthusiasm, he was on his feet and at Yoochun’s side in a moment. “Finally.”
“You didn’t have to wait that long, don’t start.” Yoochun pinched his side, but his features had lost their almost-wolfish cast in favor of an affectionate gentleness. Soul-deep affection rushed into his eyes as his mouth softened, and his hand returned to brush the area of Junsu’s ribs, soothing the previously harsh gesture.
“So mean to me.” Junsu retorted with a jut of his lower lip and an inward smile when Yoochun’s eyes gleamed in reaction to the pout.
Yunho wasn’t sure if he was meant to see it or not, so he pretended not to notice. Rather than lingering on the fact that Yoochun’s mouth was almost instantly smiling at the sight of the other Kin, or the fact that he could see the dominant’s heart in his eyes in that very instant, he turned his attentions to Junsu. He was the cause of it all anyway.
Perhaps a breath shorter than Yoochun, the other male wore his hair in a wildly spiking style that made them the same height, though the spikes bore testament to fingers carding through the semi-long strands rather than any intentional styling. His eyes were beautifully shaped and his mouth only slightly more shaped to kissable perfection than Yoochun’s, the effect only visible when he pouted. When he grinned he flashed white teeth in a smile so wide you couldn’t help but like him instantly.
“Hello Yunho.” Junsu murmured, turning suddenly to him. “I’m glad my roommate finally saw the sense in us meeting. I knew he would, of course, but even I wasn’t sure of the when.”
“So you took steps to hurry it along?” Yoochun growled, his honey-teak eyes narrowing and darkening in unvoiced displeasure as he watched the submissive pace away from him.
Yunho gave a faint smile as Junsu drew near, doing his best to ignore the thin black collar that curled around the other male’s throat. Instincts as the Lead Arch rose, battling with common sense. Junsu was one of his Seven Brothers, and none of the Seven should ever be collared.
‘Or tagged in any way.’ Yunho thought bitterly as awareness skipped to the bracelets around his and Yoochun’s wrists.
Gods help him though, the idea of Haven having a collar on his mate. It made him sway on his feet and close his eyes for a moment, pressing away the black tide of primal fury, ignoring the lightning-hot flash of angelic rage. Plenty of time for that later.
“Don’t be mad.” Junsu had paused between them, but was speaking to Yoochun rather than Yunho. His mahogany eyes were warm and expressive when turned on the dominant male.
He couldn’t put his soul into his eyes the way Yoochun did when looking at him, but Junsu had always felt that was because he didn’t even know his soul until he and the dominant had crossed paths. And now he couldn’t take possession of it, or be possessed by it, for fear of their surroundings. ‘Yoochun.’
It was intoxicating to hear his name like that, that purring croon backed by a flash of fire in warm eyes. Shivering under the weight of Junsu’s gaze and the croon of his name, the dominant clenched his hands into fists. ‘Later, my Susu-ah… Speak to our guest, as you wanted to.’
“You know it was important for us to meet, of course.” Junsu smiled faintly at Yunho. “Hello Leader-sshi.”
Yunho tilted his head, smiling faintly. Affection flared, whether it was wise or not. “Hello, Xiah.”
*
‘I need you…’
Struck by the sudden siren’s-call that flared over his nerves with the utmost intimacy, Jung Yunho nearly bolted off the couch, staring at nothing. The thread of light conversation with the other two Kin was abandoned in favor of the temptation sighing through the air. “Did you hear that?”
Yoochun and Junsu stared at him, questioning in unison. “Hear what?”
A soft gasp that sounded suspiciously like pain, it was as if the person making the noise was practically keening in his ears. ‘Baby please, hurry… I need you…’
“That.” He hissed, having no words for the begging desperation, the madness-inducing need, the bitter pain.
‘PLEASE!’
*
Yunho came back to himself in fractures, slow splices of information that returned in the form of his senses. He didn’t know where he’d gone or what had happened, but a haunted voice was calling him and all he wanted to do was answer. What he needed to do was answer.
It came again, tearing everything in his chest apart until his heart couldn’t beat and his lungs couldn’t draw air for the pain behind those words. ‘Baby please… Hurry… I need you…’
Where are you? He demanded with a raging intensity that would have scared himself if he’d had the wits for it. Wherewherewherewhere!?!?
“STOP IT.” The bark of a voice made him jerk as though he’d been hit with a defibrillator, his heart beating rapidly and lungs sucking in air.
Don't leave me... Need you… He admitted.
The strange voice was back, desperation in the tone. ‘Please! I need you!’
“Get a fucking hold on yourself!” The voice demanded and a harsh jerk of his hair turned his face the other way, but Yunho harshly fought it.
As blood flowed and oxygen returned, Yunho was slowly made aware of the world again. The first to return was awareness in general; awareness that he was face-down on the floor, with his head wrenched sharply to the right and upward.
Next was anger. A fierce, all consuming anger at the fact that there was a body pinning him, a hand fisted in his hair, knees digging into his forearms. It was not a body he knew or wanted. The weight on his lower back kept him from twisting out from under the pressure, and he fought it mindlessly.
Another snippet of sound, a harsh bark of command. “Gods damn it, Yunho! STOP.”
Vision returned slowly, the semi-dark of the room, a black armchair three or so steps away from his left shoulder, but his eyes were fixed on the doorway beyond, the doorway that lead to the front door. He stilled, cheek pressed against the white carpet, throat working as he swallowed.
What? Whatwhatwhat? His mind’s fractured whimpering at the unfamiliar surroundings made him shudder.
“Yunho? Yunho?” The voice was back, a low rumbling click in the background alerting him to the air conditioning as it kicked on.
Blinking slowly, the Arch tried to place that voice. He wasn’t at the Den, he realized that instantly. The design of the room was too sterile for any of the areas in his ‘home’. The voice too was strange, it didn’t belong to any of his brothers. The scent was unfamiliar, both of the room and the others occupying it.
Two. He thought to himself, taking stock of the situation, debating whether to fight or not. If he wanted to, he could easily dethrone the one pinning him, send the other male right into the coffee table. However, a wordless hesitation and unwillingness to hurt the other made him hesitate.
“Chunnie?” A sweet voice was cautious in the background, soft worry filling the tone. “Chunnie what happened to him?”
“He fucking went primal on us.” Yoochun hissed, panic making the muscles in his back and arms tight. “Stay back there, baby, please just stay for me. Yunho? Yunho, can you hear me?”
Yunho swallowed, recognition dawning slowly. Yoochun, the hidden Arch-Angel, Repentance and Salvation. Bitter amusement took root in his gut, and no small amount of irony. “I… I hear you.”
“Sons of Devils and Death Angels.” Yoochun swore, relaxing and untangling his fingers from the dark-molasses hair. “You scared the shit out of us.”
“I…” Yunho panted, closing his eyes as a shudder worked its way through him. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I’ve never lost it before.”
“Are you back now?” Yoochun muttered. “I’m getting a rather skin-melting glare, but I don’t want you to flip back out as soon as I let you go.”
“I’m fine.” He muttered, remaining boneless and keeping his eyes closed as the pressure left his back and arms. “Sorry for temporarily taking your Mate, Junsu.”
A surprised squeak made him crack one eye open, though he still couldn’t see the pair. Tilting his head slightly, Yunho caught a glimpse of them as Yoochun offered his hand to the Seer and coaxed him into a hug. “Umm, guessing from the sound of that, I wasn’t supposed to say anything…”
“You know.” Junsu’s tone was surprised.
Yunho snorted in amusement. He got the feeling the Seer wasn’t often surprised, for one thing. And for another, at their first meeting Yoochun had addressed him the same way The Population spoke about him ‘U-Know’.
“Yeah.” He murmured, eyes closing as he remained on the floor for another moment. “I know.”
***
"Ch 13: Knowing & Wondering"
ja;lksdja;lskja;lskja;a Yunho freaking kills me. More Primal, me likey. Also, YooSu, omfg. It's 4 am my loves... I just finished writing this, and some of the next Ch. Almost at 13, my lucky number! Maybe yours too? Wait and see! Until then, Please tell me what you think of this latest chapter, my loves. Cookies for you all, but the first commenter will probably get the best one. *sets out a platter* Hwaiting!
Pairing: DBSK: YunJae, YooSu; Se7enxRain (Past/Implied), (More Pairings/Bands to Come)
Featuring: Se7en, Rain, Changmin (DBSK), Lee HongKi (FT Island), (More to come)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: SciFi/ Fantasy/ AU
Rating: PG13 (Language & Sensuality)
Warning: Fluff, Angst/Drama, Experiments/Medical, Weirdness, Rich Assholes, Sadistic Scientists, Captive Angels, Sensuality
A/N: This fic is now being dedicated to myeyeswillclose & rawrboysmode because I love them and they have strong bias-presence in this fic. I hope you two are enjoying yourselves. (Don't worry, more bands on the way!)
Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION, as in I do not own the Main Characters. All Technicians, Doctors, and most Executives/Billionaires/Random Assholes are created and named by me. I reserve the right to throw the names of all you sexy people in if I need them. Is that ok? Y/Y? I can't even prove Angels exist. This is just for entertainment purposes.
Previous Chapters: "Biographies" "Chapter 1" "Chapter 2" "Chapter 3" "Chapter 4" "Chapter 5" "Chapter 6" "Chapter 7" "Chapter 8" "Chapter 9" "Chapter 10" "Chapter 11"
“All in good time.” Yoochun promised out loud, opening the door and slipping inside the room. “Come on.”
Yunho nodded as he released the other male’s shoulder, hesitating only briefly before he entered and closed the door behind him. He’d felt, for a moment, like another was watching him… But then again, he’d felt like that more or less since he’d first entered The Haven.
“Do they watch us all the time?” The question spilled out as he kicked his shoes off with Yoochun and followed the other out of the foyer, down a short hall and into the living area.
“Most common areas, some of the hallways.” Yoochun shrugged. “They learned fairly quickly not to rely on video equipment, especially not for recording, and don’t bother to try it in the ‘dorms’. I think they gave up on that within a few days of the opening of this facility.”
Yunho frowned. “Why? Aren’t they more likely to learn about us by watching us behind closed doors?”
“Video equipment and cameras in general, hell, even technology in general reacts strangely to the presence of Kin. It’s a miracle anything works, with such a concentration of us here. It’s one of the reasons they still know so little about us.” Yoochun’s grin was fierce and fanged, a predatory amusement that was fueled by a bitter distaste for an enemy. “Their tests aren’t worth much when the very essence of what we are makes the machines go haywire.”
“And here I was thinking you’d be talking about me.” A third voice joined the conversation as they stepped into the living room. “How will I continue to survive being so ignored?”
Originating from the seated figure tucked into one corner of the dark couch, the tones were mocking and smooth. Junsu smiled and uncurled himself from his little nest, tossing aside the dark-gray throw that had curled over his knees. With an eager twist that was partially grace and partially puppy-like enthusiasm, he was on his feet and at Yoochun’s side in a moment. “Finally.”
“You didn’t have to wait that long, don’t start.” Yoochun pinched his side, but his features had lost their almost-wolfish cast in favor of an affectionate gentleness. Soul-deep affection rushed into his eyes as his mouth softened, and his hand returned to brush the area of Junsu’s ribs, soothing the previously harsh gesture.
“So mean to me.” Junsu retorted with a jut of his lower lip and an inward smile when Yoochun’s eyes gleamed in reaction to the pout.
Yunho wasn’t sure if he was meant to see it or not, so he pretended not to notice. Rather than lingering on the fact that Yoochun’s mouth was almost instantly smiling at the sight of the other Kin, or the fact that he could see the dominant’s heart in his eyes in that very instant, he turned his attentions to Junsu. He was the cause of it all anyway.
Perhaps a breath shorter than Yoochun, the other male wore his hair in a wildly spiking style that made them the same height, though the spikes bore testament to fingers carding through the semi-long strands rather than any intentional styling. His eyes were beautifully shaped and his mouth only slightly more shaped to kissable perfection than Yoochun’s, the effect only visible when he pouted. When he grinned he flashed white teeth in a smile so wide you couldn’t help but like him instantly.
“Hello Yunho.” Junsu murmured, turning suddenly to him. “I’m glad my roommate finally saw the sense in us meeting. I knew he would, of course, but even I wasn’t sure of the when.”
“So you took steps to hurry it along?” Yoochun growled, his honey-teak eyes narrowing and darkening in unvoiced displeasure as he watched the submissive pace away from him.
Yunho gave a faint smile as Junsu drew near, doing his best to ignore the thin black collar that curled around the other male’s throat. Instincts as the Lead Arch rose, battling with common sense. Junsu was one of his Seven Brothers, and none of the Seven should ever be collared.
‘Or tagged in any way.’ Yunho thought bitterly as awareness skipped to the bracelets around his and Yoochun’s wrists.
Gods help him though, the idea of Haven having a collar on his mate. It made him sway on his feet and close his eyes for a moment, pressing away the black tide of primal fury, ignoring the lightning-hot flash of angelic rage. Plenty of time for that later.
“Don’t be mad.” Junsu had paused between them, but was speaking to Yoochun rather than Yunho. His mahogany eyes were warm and expressive when turned on the dominant male.
He couldn’t put his soul into his eyes the way Yoochun did when looking at him, but Junsu had always felt that was because he didn’t even know his soul until he and the dominant had crossed paths. And now he couldn’t take possession of it, or be possessed by it, for fear of their surroundings. ‘Yoochun.’
It was intoxicating to hear his name like that, that purring croon backed by a flash of fire in warm eyes. Shivering under the weight of Junsu’s gaze and the croon of his name, the dominant clenched his hands into fists. ‘Later, my Susu-ah… Speak to our guest, as you wanted to.’
“You know it was important for us to meet, of course.” Junsu smiled faintly at Yunho. “Hello Leader-sshi.”
Yunho tilted his head, smiling faintly. Affection flared, whether it was wise or not. “Hello, Xiah.”
*
‘I need you…’
Struck by the sudden siren’s-call that flared over his nerves with the utmost intimacy, Jung Yunho nearly bolted off the couch, staring at nothing. The thread of light conversation with the other two Kin was abandoned in favor of the temptation sighing through the air. “Did you hear that?”
Yoochun and Junsu stared at him, questioning in unison. “Hear what?”
A soft gasp that sounded suspiciously like pain, it was as if the person making the noise was practically keening in his ears. ‘Baby please, hurry… I need you…’
“That.” He hissed, having no words for the begging desperation, the madness-inducing need, the bitter pain.
‘PLEASE!’
*
Yunho came back to himself in fractures, slow splices of information that returned in the form of his senses. He didn’t know where he’d gone or what had happened, but a haunted voice was calling him and all he wanted to do was answer. What he needed to do was answer.
It came again, tearing everything in his chest apart until his heart couldn’t beat and his lungs couldn’t draw air for the pain behind those words. ‘Baby please… Hurry… I need you…’
Where are you? He demanded with a raging intensity that would have scared himself if he’d had the wits for it. Wherewherewherewhere!?!?
“STOP IT.” The bark of a voice made him jerk as though he’d been hit with a defibrillator, his heart beating rapidly and lungs sucking in air.
Don't leave me... Need you… He admitted.
The strange voice was back, desperation in the tone. ‘Please! I need you!’
“Get a fucking hold on yourself!” The voice demanded and a harsh jerk of his hair turned his face the other way, but Yunho harshly fought it.
As blood flowed and oxygen returned, Yunho was slowly made aware of the world again. The first to return was awareness in general; awareness that he was face-down on the floor, with his head wrenched sharply to the right and upward.
Next was anger. A fierce, all consuming anger at the fact that there was a body pinning him, a hand fisted in his hair, knees digging into his forearms. It was not a body he knew or wanted. The weight on his lower back kept him from twisting out from under the pressure, and he fought it mindlessly.
Another snippet of sound, a harsh bark of command. “Gods damn it, Yunho! STOP.”
Vision returned slowly, the semi-dark of the room, a black armchair three or so steps away from his left shoulder, but his eyes were fixed on the doorway beyond, the doorway that lead to the front door. He stilled, cheek pressed against the white carpet, throat working as he swallowed.
What? Whatwhatwhat? His mind’s fractured whimpering at the unfamiliar surroundings made him shudder.
“Yunho? Yunho?” The voice was back, a low rumbling click in the background alerting him to the air conditioning as it kicked on.
Blinking slowly, the Arch tried to place that voice. He wasn’t at the Den, he realized that instantly. The design of the room was too sterile for any of the areas in his ‘home’. The voice too was strange, it didn’t belong to any of his brothers. The scent was unfamiliar, both of the room and the others occupying it.
Two. He thought to himself, taking stock of the situation, debating whether to fight or not. If he wanted to, he could easily dethrone the one pinning him, send the other male right into the coffee table. However, a wordless hesitation and unwillingness to hurt the other made him hesitate.
“Chunnie?” A sweet voice was cautious in the background, soft worry filling the tone. “Chunnie what happened to him?”
“He fucking went primal on us.” Yoochun hissed, panic making the muscles in his back and arms tight. “Stay back there, baby, please just stay for me. Yunho? Yunho, can you hear me?”
Yunho swallowed, recognition dawning slowly. Yoochun, the hidden Arch-Angel, Repentance and Salvation. Bitter amusement took root in his gut, and no small amount of irony. “I… I hear you.”
“Sons of Devils and Death Angels.” Yoochun swore, relaxing and untangling his fingers from the dark-molasses hair. “You scared the shit out of us.”
“I…” Yunho panted, closing his eyes as a shudder worked its way through him. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I’ve never lost it before.”
“Are you back now?” Yoochun muttered. “I’m getting a rather skin-melting glare, but I don’t want you to flip back out as soon as I let you go.”
“I’m fine.” He muttered, remaining boneless and keeping his eyes closed as the pressure left his back and arms. “Sorry for temporarily taking your Mate, Junsu.”
A surprised squeak made him crack one eye open, though he still couldn’t see the pair. Tilting his head slightly, Yunho caught a glimpse of them as Yoochun offered his hand to the Seer and coaxed him into a hug. “Umm, guessing from the sound of that, I wasn’t supposed to say anything…”
“You know.” Junsu’s tone was surprised.
Yunho snorted in amusement. He got the feeling the Seer wasn’t often surprised, for one thing. And for another, at their first meeting Yoochun had addressed him the same way The Population spoke about him ‘U-Know’.
“Yeah.” He murmured, eyes closing as he remained on the floor for another moment. “I know.”
***
"Ch 13: Knowing & Wondering"
ja;lksdja;lskja;lskja;a Yunho freaking kills me. More Primal, me likey. Also, YooSu, omfg. It's 4 am my loves... I just finished writing this, and some of the next Ch. Almost at 13, my lucky number! Maybe yours too? Wait and see! Until then, Please tell me what you think of this latest chapter, my loves. Cookies for you all, but the first commenter will probably get the best one. *sets out a platter* Hwaiting!