These Pearly Gates (Heaven and Hell AU)
Title: These Pearly Gates (Heaven and Hell AU)
Characters: DBSK, minor SHINee
Pairing: Jaejoong x Yunho, minor Yoochun x Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In which Heaven gets a new recuit
A/N: Can be read as a companion to this
Junsu followed nervously behind the Oracle who swept through the inner sanctum like he owned the place, one hand flapping lazily at each supposedly important place and person. As they left through the wide Roman-style pillars that marked the entrance, the Oracle, aka Changmin, frowned. Sniffing the air disdainfully he stared at a spot in the inner gardens, between the marble statues of Venus and Artemis.
“Come out, you vain smoke-pot. I know you’re there.”
Junsu jumped as a figure materialized from between the statues, the very epitome of decadence and seduction.
“Hi there newbie, we haven’t met before.”
“No shit,” said Changmin, rolling his eyes. The man’s upper lip curled, yet somehow, he looked sexy. And bad-ass as heck, added Junsu’s mind.
“I meant in either Heaven or Earth,” said the man, the long red robe dipped low to expose a muscled chest. He turned to fix Junsu with a heated gaze, tongue flicking out to lick the corner of his lip as he surveyed the new Angel in his ill-fit robes.
“So, what is your name?”
“Junsu,” said Changmin, “As if you didn’t already know that Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong frowned and regarded Changmin coolly.
“Shouldn’t you be off prophesying the end of the world of something? Or the next Anne Hathaway movie?”
Changmin flipped him off without pause and Jaejoong laughed, a melodic sound that reminded Junsu of celestial song, of wine and food, lavish parties. The sound vibrated through his body, thick like honey.
“At least I’m not screwing around with God’s Right Hand when I should be working my bony ass off in Hell. Aren’t you supposed to be looking after new recruits rather than perving up here?”
Jaejoong looked offended.
“I just wanted to see if he was ok, especially when I heard that you,” he gave Changmin the evil eye, “Volunteered to show him around.”
He stretched, sleeves dropping to show well-toned arms. Junsu gulped and burst out.
“I saw you earlier, in the waterfall!”
An expression of absolute joy filled the Reaper’s face and he nodded happily.
“You remembered! Ah, and here I thought sneaking into the Angel’s bath would be a waste of time.”
“You shouldn’t have bathed in that water, not when he and Yunho were in it.” Changmin’s voice was full of snark. Junsu flinched, the water had seemed a little cloudy. Jaejoong scowled and Junsu forgot his initial disgust.
“Yunho wasn’t even in there you closet perv, don’t think I haven’t heard about the collection under your chair. I knew it was too big for no reason!”
“Bite me,” replied Changmin and Jaejoong grinned.
“Is that an invitation because, I don’t think He would approve somehow.”
Junsu had bad thoughts, bad, bad thoughts after hearing that and he prayed mentally to regain his sanity. He had worked so hard to get here after all!
Jaejoong smiled, a dazzling smile that had led to mass killing, looting and general Hell on earth. Changmin rolled his eyes, unimpressed.
“Oh please, don’t try that crap again, Helen of Troy.”
Junsu gasped, staring wide-eyed at Jaejoong who was trying to punch Changmin and failing miserably as Changmin held him by the head at arm’s length.
“You’re a girl? But-but-I saw you in the waterfall! You didn’t have any…Womanly bits!”
Changmin shoved the Reaper off him and stared balefully at the other.
“He impersonated her and smiled the famous ‘smile that launched a thousand ships’.”
Jaejoong pouted, eyes shining with innocence, but Junsu caught the wicked glint.
“What? Paris was hot, ok? How was I supposed to know she’d actually run off with him after that. Not every man can look so…delectable in skirts.”
“CoughYunhocough!” Changmin cleared his throat. Jaejoong gave him the middle finger and Junsu prayed for Jaejoong’s forgiveness before remembering that 1.It was too late and 2.Jaejoong seemed to enjoy Hell.
He stood up and brushed wisps of clouds off his robe.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go check on the newbie. Can’t let my latest recruit burn out too quickly.”
As he glided of, sulphurous trails of smoke puffing in his wake he looked over his shoulder and winked at Junsu, who felt his heart explode into tiny pieces of heart-shaped candy. Then Changmin was before him, bitch-slapping furiously.
“Ouch! Ok, get off me!”
Changmin dodged his (rather weak) punch and shook his head.
“You didn’t even realize you were going to go down there with him. Honestly hyung.” He sighed, rolling his eyes, and Junsu tried not to get angry; angels weren’t supposed to harbor hate in their hearts. He made the sign of the cross and muttered a reluctant prayer for Changmin who had one-eyebrow raised, watching the new Angel talk to himself.
“Moving on…”
They continued along the white corridors that seemed to stretch for eternity (which made sense to Junsu, this being Heaven, a holy place for only those with a pure soul-he glared at Changmin, the brat), sky clear outside. Large, gilded windows decorated the corridors with a few busts of notable good-doers and relics of angelic wars. He almost had a spastic fit when he saw Yunho’s gigantic sword à la Cloud Strife hanging from the wall, surrounded by paintings depicting God’s Right Hand in various scenes: Surrounded by light as he ascended from the Earth; Swooping down into battle, spazz-worthy sword in hand (Junsu silently noted Yunho pulled off the skirt quite well); Sitting beside the Council of other highly ranked Arch-angels and Angels; Beheading demons in the great Angelic War several millennia ago -was that Jaejoong waving in the background?
By the time he’d torn himself away from them (and stroking the sword), Changmin was a mere speck in the blinding corridors.
“Hey, wait up!” cried Junsu, stumbling over his long robes. A trio of cherubs giggled as he fell, face-first.
“Doo wa, doo, wa, doo~” they sang, flitting around his face. Junsu waved them away impatiently but they continued to persist, breaking out into show-tunes. He tried to walk faster (Changmin was almost gone) but one of the cherubs, a mushroom headed blond who looked more spaced out than Junsu had ever been, burst into a new rendition of “Tragedy”.
“Shut up, shut up!” shrieked Junsu, voice reaching an octave never heard before. Outside, clouds quivered before shattering. The cherubs gasped (Junsu swore the black headed one sneered) before flying away.
“Congratulations on reaching a new octave. I think I may be deaf.”
Junsu screamed as Changmin’s face appeared out of nowhere.
“Don’t do that!”
The Oracle’s face remained bored and he turned to walk away, beckoning the new Angel to follow.
“I saw your lips moving but I heard no sound. If I’m deaf, how will I hear what God says? How can I answer people’s questions? Well,” he turned to smirk at Junsu, who was beginning to feel more and more like he wanted to be reborn, “At least I know who to direct His heavenly rage at. I hope he smites you for ruining the fates of the world.”
Junsu’s face-fell and he started blabbering apologies at break-neck speed but Changmin shook his head sadly, pointed to his ears and mimed ‘do not hear you, fool’ at him.
“Stop it, I know you’re messing with me!”
Changmin sighed and a note-pad shimmered into being around his neck. Picking up the quill, the Oracle began to write. A pair of junior Angels passed and gave Junsu weird looks as Changmin wrote on the pad, silent.
“Seriously, stop it,” hissed Junsu. Changmin shook his head, pointing viciously at his ears and then at the note-pad. The junior Angels looked between them, back and forth, whispering.
“Ha ha ha…Nothing to see here guys, he’s just being silly,” said Junsu, beads of sweat breaking out on his fore-head. That surprised him, he hadn’t expected Angels to sweat being, well, perfect and all. Changmin waved the shorter one over (Junsu noticed he had a rather daring hairstyle, different shades of blond spiked up in a Mohawk -like style) and wrote something quickly. The junior slapped a hand to his mouth and then death-glared Junsu, who squeaked in reflex.
“I’m telling God!” declared the boy, before he and his companion flew off down the corridor. Changmin burst into a silent fit of laughter, clutching his stomach and slapping his knees. This only made Junsu even more irritated and he howled in anger.
“That’s it, I’m leaving!”
He stormed off, leaving the Oracle shaking on the ground behind him. Just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, the trio of cherubs re-appeared from behind a window. Damn you all, thought Junsu bitterly, before retracting the use of the word damn and replacing it with duck.
“George, George, George of the Jungle!” sang the blond one, the other two making congo drum noises.
Junsu walked faster, shrieking as Changmin stepped out from behind a massive bust of the Archangel Gabriel.
“George, George, George of the Jungle, watch out for that--”
Junsu broke into a run-and promptly fell through the floor.
“Hole,” gasped Changmin, laughing like a mad person as he watched the Angel fall through various cloud layers. Rubbing his eyes clear of fresh tears, he giggled maniacally.
“That was funnier than in my vision, nothing beats live-action!”
Halfway between falling from Heaven and becoming a pile of Angel goo on the Earth, Junsu remembered one very important detail as an Angel. He had wings. Changmin was so going to die.
After Junsu had flown back to Heaven, the long-way (Changmin in foresight had already called for the hole in the floor to be mended) and was (forcefully) stopped from throttling the Oracle, they made their way into the Elysian Fields, home of all heroes. Junsu couldn’t believe the number of people who lazed around on the grass, sipping ambrosia and wine from sparkling glasses. Even the grass had an extra layer of shine on it, flowers in bloom for all eternity. They made their way further in, approaching a pavilion which was situated next to a bubbling stream-was that wine instead of water? A soulful sound could be heard as they got closer and the tune turned even more melancholy, lyrics lamenting a broken heart, broken promises.
“And here we have an Angel of Music, Park Yoochun, whining about love again,” announced Changmin.
Inside the pavilion, an Angel lay stretched out on a snow-white bench, strumming a lyre dramatically as he sung. Whereas Jaejoong’s voice was like lust vocalized, Yoochun’s voice seemed to pluck at every melodramatic heartstring.
“I heard your new song made it to the top of the charts,” remarked Changmin.
Yoochun paused, mid-strum and turned shimmering brown eyes at them. Changmin remained stoic; Junsu felt something run through him from top to bottom. Yoochun’s voice felt like chocolate, a gentle caress.
“That’s right. Based on a true story.”
“As always,” came the dry reply, “But really, writing a love story about when you were fifteen? And as a girl?”
“The men always get too depressed, become crazy, or commit suicide,” said Yoochun mournfully, “I just need an outlet for my feelings, I get so emotional when I see other people getting hurt and then I get inspired to write new songs!”
“Nooo, really?”
Yoochun threw his lyre at Changmin who laughed, caught it, and threw it right back.
“I don’t know why I put up with you,” Yoochun smiled at Junsu whose knees gave a little quiver, thankfully unseen beneath his large robe, “This must be the new guy, Kim Junsu.”
“I see Jaejoong has already been here, I should’ve guessed from the ‘I wanna take a ride on your disco stick’ written on that piece.”
Yoochun beamed and the stream seemed to tremble in happiness.
“We were just sharing our thoughts and getting inspired together.”
Changmin leaned closer to sniff the Angel.
“He brought you soju, didn’t he?”
Yoochun widened his eyes, shaking his head before leaning forward conspiratorially.
“Nah, he brought flavoured lube.”
Junsu jumped backwards and Changmin gagged; Yoochun howling in glee as he watched their reactions. Changmin gave him a disapproving glance and dragged Junsu away.
“Come back soon, I think I could write songs about you!” crooned Yoochun, winking greasily at the other. Junsu blushed furiously and yelped as Changmin flicked him between the eyes.
The left the Elysian Fields and re-entered the administrative buildings.
“Now, since you’ve been accepted as an Angel it is up to Yunho to decide where you will go. He is God’s Right Hand after all, all paperwork goes to him in the end,” Changmin snickered, “Sucker.”
As they approached his office-as shown by the large, gold name-plate floating above the door-they heard a familiar voice from within.
“Yunho, I swear there’s been a mistake, he’s not meant to be in Hell!”
Ah, Jaejoong.
“Jaejoong, I told you, he’s a Reaper. He’s been evaluated and that’s what was decided, he’s not meant for Heaven!”
Jaejoong whined and Junsu could envision him pouting.
“Yunnie-ah~ He’s terrible. He leaves me apples, apples for Satan’s sake. That’s just not right, you know it too.”
Changmin smirked at the nickname, inching closer to listen to the conversation.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho sounded stressed, “Joongie…You know I’d do anything for you but I can’t overrule this.”
“But Yunnie, he’s breaking all my scythes! He trips and stumbles and says the most inane things, I think I might go crazy!”
“You already are,” said Changmin to the door.
“Jaejoong-ah~ I can’t do anything…Not unless he saves someone.”
“He sings trot Yunho, trot! I made it a personal vendetta to wipe-out all trot remember?”
“….Jae.” Yunho’s voice was pleading, soft. Junsu couldn’t believe the stern looking warrior from the paintings could be reduced to this.
“Yunnie...”
Silence. Changmin seemed to be waiting for something, motioning for Junsu to be silent as his eyes slowly crept into mismatched half moons.
“3…2…1!”
He burst into the room, flinging the door wide open. Jaejoong’s mouth was wide-open as Yunho froze, tongue still licking his neck. Junsu went scarlet-the Reaper’s robe was pushed up to reveal muscular legs as Jaejoong straddled the Arch-Angel. Trying not to look at their faces, Junsu noticed that God’s Right Hand had his own right hand somewhere up Jaejoong’s robe.
“Sorry!” cried Junsu, grabbing the Oracle’s collar and dragging him out. Changmin was in no condition to speak and a moment later, Junsu could hear Jaejoong shouting expletives after them which caused other administrative Angels to break into fresh prayers of goodwill.
“I love my job,” gasped Changmin, coughing as he spoke between guffaws.
Junsu had never felt so much despair in his life, not even after listening to Yoochun’s songs.
“Oh, and you’re going to be a Guardian Angel, I foresaw it,” said Changmin, “And you’re going to get caught doing the nasty with Yoochun sometime next Wednesday.”
Junsu opened his mouth to demand for some respect as a hyung when-
“I’m gonna be a bad boy, I’m gonna be a bad, bad boy~”
Changmin joined in singing with the cherubs, hip-thrusting at Junsu’s face whilst still laughing. Hell was starting to look more appealing.
A/N: I feel like I've been neglecting the boys for too long since SHINee :D and LGDT2 have been everywhere. But there's a good line-up soon, Music Station Super Live, TBS broadcasting all their concerts, Music Japan, CDTV, Kohaku. Merry Christmas! Comments are <3">
Characters: DBSK, minor SHINee
Pairing: Jaejoong x Yunho, minor Yoochun x Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In which Heaven gets a new recuit
A/N: Can be read as a companion to this
Junsu followed nervously behind the Oracle who swept through the inner sanctum like he owned the place, one hand flapping lazily at each supposedly important place and person. As they left through the wide Roman-style pillars that marked the entrance, the Oracle, aka Changmin, frowned. Sniffing the air disdainfully he stared at a spot in the inner gardens, between the marble statues of Venus and Artemis.
“Come out, you vain smoke-pot. I know you’re there.”
Junsu jumped as a figure materialized from between the statues, the very epitome of decadence and seduction.
“Hi there newbie, we haven’t met before.”
“No shit,” said Changmin, rolling his eyes. The man’s upper lip curled, yet somehow, he looked sexy. And bad-ass as heck, added Junsu’s mind.
“I meant in either Heaven or Earth,” said the man, the long red robe dipped low to expose a muscled chest. He turned to fix Junsu with a heated gaze, tongue flicking out to lick the corner of his lip as he surveyed the new Angel in his ill-fit robes.
“So, what is your name?”
“Junsu,” said Changmin, “As if you didn’t already know that Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong frowned and regarded Changmin coolly.
“Shouldn’t you be off prophesying the end of the world of something? Or the next Anne Hathaway movie?”
Changmin flipped him off without pause and Jaejoong laughed, a melodic sound that reminded Junsu of celestial song, of wine and food, lavish parties. The sound vibrated through his body, thick like honey.
“At least I’m not screwing around with God’s Right Hand when I should be working my bony ass off in Hell. Aren’t you supposed to be looking after new recruits rather than perving up here?”
Jaejoong looked offended.
“I just wanted to see if he was ok, especially when I heard that you,” he gave Changmin the evil eye, “Volunteered to show him around.”
He stretched, sleeves dropping to show well-toned arms. Junsu gulped and burst out.
“I saw you earlier, in the waterfall!”
An expression of absolute joy filled the Reaper’s face and he nodded happily.
“You remembered! Ah, and here I thought sneaking into the Angel’s bath would be a waste of time.”
“You shouldn’t have bathed in that water, not when he and Yunho were in it.” Changmin’s voice was full of snark. Junsu flinched, the water had seemed a little cloudy. Jaejoong scowled and Junsu forgot his initial disgust.
“Yunho wasn’t even in there you closet perv, don’t think I haven’t heard about the collection under your chair. I knew it was too big for no reason!”
“Bite me,” replied Changmin and Jaejoong grinned.
“Is that an invitation because, I don’t think He would approve somehow.”
Junsu had bad thoughts, bad, bad thoughts after hearing that and he prayed mentally to regain his sanity. He had worked so hard to get here after all!
Jaejoong smiled, a dazzling smile that had led to mass killing, looting and general Hell on earth. Changmin rolled his eyes, unimpressed.
“Oh please, don’t try that crap again, Helen of Troy.”
Junsu gasped, staring wide-eyed at Jaejoong who was trying to punch Changmin and failing miserably as Changmin held him by the head at arm’s length.
“You’re a girl? But-but-I saw you in the waterfall! You didn’t have any…Womanly bits!”
Changmin shoved the Reaper off him and stared balefully at the other.
“He impersonated her and smiled the famous ‘smile that launched a thousand ships’.”
Jaejoong pouted, eyes shining with innocence, but Junsu caught the wicked glint.
“What? Paris was hot, ok? How was I supposed to know she’d actually run off with him after that. Not every man can look so…delectable in skirts.”
“CoughYunhocough!” Changmin cleared his throat. Jaejoong gave him the middle finger and Junsu prayed for Jaejoong’s forgiveness before remembering that 1.It was too late and 2.Jaejoong seemed to enjoy Hell.
He stood up and brushed wisps of clouds off his robe.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go check on the newbie. Can’t let my latest recruit burn out too quickly.”
As he glided of, sulphurous trails of smoke puffing in his wake he looked over his shoulder and winked at Junsu, who felt his heart explode into tiny pieces of heart-shaped candy. Then Changmin was before him, bitch-slapping furiously.
“Ouch! Ok, get off me!”
Changmin dodged his (rather weak) punch and shook his head.
“You didn’t even realize you were going to go down there with him. Honestly hyung.” He sighed, rolling his eyes, and Junsu tried not to get angry; angels weren’t supposed to harbor hate in their hearts. He made the sign of the cross and muttered a reluctant prayer for Changmin who had one-eyebrow raised, watching the new Angel talk to himself.
“Moving on…”
They continued along the white corridors that seemed to stretch for eternity (which made sense to Junsu, this being Heaven, a holy place for only those with a pure soul-he glared at Changmin, the brat), sky clear outside. Large, gilded windows decorated the corridors with a few busts of notable good-doers and relics of angelic wars. He almost had a spastic fit when he saw Yunho’s gigantic sword à la Cloud Strife hanging from the wall, surrounded by paintings depicting God’s Right Hand in various scenes: Surrounded by light as he ascended from the Earth; Swooping down into battle, spazz-worthy sword in hand (Junsu silently noted Yunho pulled off the skirt quite well); Sitting beside the Council of other highly ranked Arch-angels and Angels; Beheading demons in the great Angelic War several millennia ago -was that Jaejoong waving in the background?
By the time he’d torn himself away from them (and stroking the sword), Changmin was a mere speck in the blinding corridors.
“Hey, wait up!” cried Junsu, stumbling over his long robes. A trio of cherubs giggled as he fell, face-first.
“Doo wa, doo, wa, doo~” they sang, flitting around his face. Junsu waved them away impatiently but they continued to persist, breaking out into show-tunes. He tried to walk faster (Changmin was almost gone) but one of the cherubs, a mushroom headed blond who looked more spaced out than Junsu had ever been, burst into a new rendition of “Tragedy”.
“Shut up, shut up!” shrieked Junsu, voice reaching an octave never heard before. Outside, clouds quivered before shattering. The cherubs gasped (Junsu swore the black headed one sneered) before flying away.
“Congratulations on reaching a new octave. I think I may be deaf.”
Junsu screamed as Changmin’s face appeared out of nowhere.
“Don’t do that!”
The Oracle’s face remained bored and he turned to walk away, beckoning the new Angel to follow.
“I saw your lips moving but I heard no sound. If I’m deaf, how will I hear what God says? How can I answer people’s questions? Well,” he turned to smirk at Junsu, who was beginning to feel more and more like he wanted to be reborn, “At least I know who to direct His heavenly rage at. I hope he smites you for ruining the fates of the world.”
Junsu’s face-fell and he started blabbering apologies at break-neck speed but Changmin shook his head sadly, pointed to his ears and mimed ‘do not hear you, fool’ at him.
“Stop it, I know you’re messing with me!”
Changmin sighed and a note-pad shimmered into being around his neck. Picking up the quill, the Oracle began to write. A pair of junior Angels passed and gave Junsu weird looks as Changmin wrote on the pad, silent.
“Seriously, stop it,” hissed Junsu. Changmin shook his head, pointing viciously at his ears and then at the note-pad. The junior Angels looked between them, back and forth, whispering.
“Ha ha ha…Nothing to see here guys, he’s just being silly,” said Junsu, beads of sweat breaking out on his fore-head. That surprised him, he hadn’t expected Angels to sweat being, well, perfect and all. Changmin waved the shorter one over (Junsu noticed he had a rather daring hairstyle, different shades of blond spiked up in a Mohawk -like style) and wrote something quickly. The junior slapped a hand to his mouth and then death-glared Junsu, who squeaked in reflex.
“I’m telling God!” declared the boy, before he and his companion flew off down the corridor. Changmin burst into a silent fit of laughter, clutching his stomach and slapping his knees. This only made Junsu even more irritated and he howled in anger.
“That’s it, I’m leaving!”
He stormed off, leaving the Oracle shaking on the ground behind him. Just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, the trio of cherubs re-appeared from behind a window. Damn you all, thought Junsu bitterly, before retracting the use of the word damn and replacing it with duck.
“George, George, George of the Jungle!” sang the blond one, the other two making congo drum noises.
Junsu walked faster, shrieking as Changmin stepped out from behind a massive bust of the Archangel Gabriel.
“George, George, George of the Jungle, watch out for that--”
Junsu broke into a run-and promptly fell through the floor.
“Hole,” gasped Changmin, laughing like a mad person as he watched the Angel fall through various cloud layers. Rubbing his eyes clear of fresh tears, he giggled maniacally.
“That was funnier than in my vision, nothing beats live-action!”
Halfway between falling from Heaven and becoming a pile of Angel goo on the Earth, Junsu remembered one very important detail as an Angel. He had wings. Changmin was so going to die.
After Junsu had flown back to Heaven, the long-way (Changmin in foresight had already called for the hole in the floor to be mended) and was (forcefully) stopped from throttling the Oracle, they made their way into the Elysian Fields, home of all heroes. Junsu couldn’t believe the number of people who lazed around on the grass, sipping ambrosia and wine from sparkling glasses. Even the grass had an extra layer of shine on it, flowers in bloom for all eternity. They made their way further in, approaching a pavilion which was situated next to a bubbling stream-was that wine instead of water? A soulful sound could be heard as they got closer and the tune turned even more melancholy, lyrics lamenting a broken heart, broken promises.
“And here we have an Angel of Music, Park Yoochun, whining about love again,” announced Changmin.
Inside the pavilion, an Angel lay stretched out on a snow-white bench, strumming a lyre dramatically as he sung. Whereas Jaejoong’s voice was like lust vocalized, Yoochun’s voice seemed to pluck at every melodramatic heartstring.
“I heard your new song made it to the top of the charts,” remarked Changmin.
Yoochun paused, mid-strum and turned shimmering brown eyes at them. Changmin remained stoic; Junsu felt something run through him from top to bottom. Yoochun’s voice felt like chocolate, a gentle caress.
“That’s right. Based on a true story.”
“As always,” came the dry reply, “But really, writing a love story about when you were fifteen? And as a girl?”
“The men always get too depressed, become crazy, or commit suicide,” said Yoochun mournfully, “I just need an outlet for my feelings, I get so emotional when I see other people getting hurt and then I get inspired to write new songs!”
“Nooo, really?”
Yoochun threw his lyre at Changmin who laughed, caught it, and threw it right back.
“I don’t know why I put up with you,” Yoochun smiled at Junsu whose knees gave a little quiver, thankfully unseen beneath his large robe, “This must be the new guy, Kim Junsu.”
“I see Jaejoong has already been here, I should’ve guessed from the ‘I wanna take a ride on your disco stick’ written on that piece.”
Yoochun beamed and the stream seemed to tremble in happiness.
“We were just sharing our thoughts and getting inspired together.”
Changmin leaned closer to sniff the Angel.
“He brought you soju, didn’t he?”
Yoochun widened his eyes, shaking his head before leaning forward conspiratorially.
“Nah, he brought flavoured lube.”
Junsu jumped backwards and Changmin gagged; Yoochun howling in glee as he watched their reactions. Changmin gave him a disapproving glance and dragged Junsu away.
“Come back soon, I think I could write songs about you!” crooned Yoochun, winking greasily at the other. Junsu blushed furiously and yelped as Changmin flicked him between the eyes.
The left the Elysian Fields and re-entered the administrative buildings.
“Now, since you’ve been accepted as an Angel it is up to Yunho to decide where you will go. He is God’s Right Hand after all, all paperwork goes to him in the end,” Changmin snickered, “Sucker.”
As they approached his office-as shown by the large, gold name-plate floating above the door-they heard a familiar voice from within.
“Yunho, I swear there’s been a mistake, he’s not meant to be in Hell!”
Ah, Jaejoong.
“Jaejoong, I told you, he’s a Reaper. He’s been evaluated and that’s what was decided, he’s not meant for Heaven!”
Jaejoong whined and Junsu could envision him pouting.
“Yunnie-ah~ He’s terrible. He leaves me apples, apples for Satan’s sake. That’s just not right, you know it too.”
Changmin smirked at the nickname, inching closer to listen to the conversation.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho sounded stressed, “Joongie…You know I’d do anything for you but I can’t overrule this.”
“But Yunnie, he’s breaking all my scythes! He trips and stumbles and says the most inane things, I think I might go crazy!”
“You already are,” said Changmin to the door.
“Jaejoong-ah~ I can’t do anything…Not unless he saves someone.”
“He sings trot Yunho, trot! I made it a personal vendetta to wipe-out all trot remember?”
“….Jae.” Yunho’s voice was pleading, soft. Junsu couldn’t believe the stern looking warrior from the paintings could be reduced to this.
“Yunnie...”
Silence. Changmin seemed to be waiting for something, motioning for Junsu to be silent as his eyes slowly crept into mismatched half moons.
“3…2…1!”
He burst into the room, flinging the door wide open. Jaejoong’s mouth was wide-open as Yunho froze, tongue still licking his neck. Junsu went scarlet-the Reaper’s robe was pushed up to reveal muscular legs as Jaejoong straddled the Arch-Angel. Trying not to look at their faces, Junsu noticed that God’s Right Hand had his own right hand somewhere up Jaejoong’s robe.
“Sorry!” cried Junsu, grabbing the Oracle’s collar and dragging him out. Changmin was in no condition to speak and a moment later, Junsu could hear Jaejoong shouting expletives after them which caused other administrative Angels to break into fresh prayers of goodwill.
“I love my job,” gasped Changmin, coughing as he spoke between guffaws.
Junsu had never felt so much despair in his life, not even after listening to Yoochun’s songs.
“Oh, and you’re going to be a Guardian Angel, I foresaw it,” said Changmin, “And you’re going to get caught doing the nasty with Yoochun sometime next Wednesday.”
Junsu opened his mouth to demand for some respect as a hyung when-
“I’m gonna be a bad boy, I’m gonna be a bad, bad boy~”
Changmin joined in singing with the cherubs, hip-thrusting at Junsu’s face whilst still laughing. Hell was starting to look more appealing.
A/N: I feel like I've been neglecting the boys for too long since SHINee :D and LGDT2 have been everywhere. But there's a good line-up soon, Music Station Super Live, TBS broadcasting all their concerts, Music Japan, CDTV, Kohaku. Merry Christmas! Comments are <3">