Destiny...(6/?)
a/n: italics includes thoughts by either of the mentioned character below and flashback, written in jinki’s and third person’s POV, it’s easier to express what I wanna say that way, I think. So~ enjoy! ^^
Jinki’s POV
After that eventful day, I went home and drop dead the moment I got out from my 2 minute shower.
In the midst of my sleep, I heard voices around me again, but I was too tired to even open my eyes or pay attention to what they are saying.
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“What makes you think he would be following you anyway?” Jonghyun grumbled.
“Then what makes you so sure he would not? If he’s not following me, neither would he be following you.
He’d know better to choose anyone else over you,” Key shot back as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
Minho shook his head, when would these two just shut up, there’s never a moment of peace when they’re around. Before he could let his thoughts go any further, Key had just had to burst his imaginary bubble as the latter bumped shoulders with him on purpose, “Move it you tall freak, don’t you ever remember that all of us could hear what each of our thoughts? Are you seriously that dumb to think that way right in front of us?”
Great, how can I conveniently forget about that? Now I’m being bitched at.
“Pretty much it Minho-ah, Key’s the greatest bitch created ever in his own kind, wait, more like ever in history,” Jonghyun snorted.
“Alright! Enough guys! Why must we have to go through this sort of arguments everytime we come together?” Taemin sighed.
“That’s how things work when we are all different kinds and we’re sort of fighting over the same target,” Minho said calmly.
Key raised an eyebrow to Minho’s statement, “Sort of?”
“Ok strike that, we are fighting over the same target,” Minho replied, hoping that this tug-of-war between the four of them would end in no time.
But there’s no freaking way it is gonna end that soon when there’s still 5 more months before Jinki actually dies.
“Whatever, he’s gonna be mine in the end no matter what,” Jonghyun continues.
And there the war between Jonghyun and Key erupted again.
As bystanders, Taemin and Minho couldn’t do anything other than complaining to each other, seeking a little comfort in the warzone.
“Hyung, why can’t they be like us? Be more calm and sensible or whatever makes thing less tense,” Taemin sighed while leaning his head on Minho’s shoulder, still watching the pair of evil geniuses argue the daylight out of it.
Minho chuckled, “Didn’t I said it before, we’re all of the different kinds, there’s no way for us to get along all so easily without conflicts and stuff. We were like them a thousand year ago, remember?”
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Flashback
“Neo! Michyeoiya?!” Minho shouted at the boy angel.
Why on earth is he even here?! Minho cursed mentally noting that it’s the 138th time the angel’s here, trying to pull Minho’s target out of his spell.
Said boy was standing in front of Minho, fending him away from Luna, the human girl who’s been lured to jump off the building by none other than Minho himself.
“Yah! Lee Taemin! This is totally none of your business! Why are you always poking your nose into my business?!” Minho yelled at the angel.
“Because it’s my job as her guardian angel to not let her stray off her path in life! You’re the one who’s luring my subject to commit a sin! You moron!” Taemin barked at the taller one, while trying his very best to prevent Luna, his subject from taking the leap off the 28th storey clock tower using his powers.
“Well too bad! That’s your problem for letting me get the chance to lure her anyway, you loser!” Minho smirked at the angel’s effort, knowing way too well that he’s already succeeded when Luna took a step to end her not so miserable life as a musical starlet.
Seeing that the angel’s effort had gone down the drain as Luna took the leap, Minho went on to rub it into the poor kid’s wound. “You could have done better if it wasn’t me you’re against with, you’re just too weak for me,” Minho chuckled.
“You thick-headed moron, what’s so great about luring and killing some innocent life?! And whoever said about me wanting to be against you?! I’m not weak, you’re just too horrible to be true!” Taemin raised his voice as he stared at Luna’s lifeless body from the roof of the clock tower.
Minho laughed out loud, “Because we’re born enemies? Taemin-ah, if you weren’t an angel, I might have like you.”
Taemin coughed as he got sick from the sight of Luna’s blood and brain juice splattered and spreading in the drizzle. Even his boss is upset with him, he thought.
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Taemin snorted a little before breaking into laughter, “God you should have seen how stubborn you were then, so thick-headed that nothing gets into that shell of yours,” pointing to Minho’s head.
“Arasso, I was thick-headed, and who said I am not now? Just that those two are way worse than me,” Minho glanced at the two who were still arguing.
How would our lives be if we didn’t have to meet at the same place, same time for the same person? Maybe it’ll be less interesting as it is now. No arguments, no competitions, no friends, no foes, nothing…
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Jinki’s POV
Exactly 24 hours later I woke up from my deep slumber, it was almost 11.30pm in the night. I am so thirsty, no water for the past 24 hours, it was as if I took a trip to the Sahara desert without water, don’t ever try that.
My room was dark, the curtains were drawn, but those didn’t hold me back from getting my water from the kitchen. So I stood up from my bed and only after a few steps of walking towards the door, I tripped over something and fell face flat on the ground.
“Ahhhhhh! Jinjja! Since when was there a carpet here! Um-!” I was cut off by a hand over my mouth.
I blinked my eyes to clear up my vision and tried to find out who’s the owner of the hand which is now over my mouth. Damn, it’s too dark I can’t see anything! Ugh!!!! I groaned.
“Shh~ you won’t want to wake your umma up so late in the night,” the owner of the hand grinned right in front of my face. So close, so close that I could feel his breath.
His pearly-whites even shone a little under the dim light from the light that came from my corridor. That smile, that voice, it couldn’t be him.
“Why couldn’t it be me Jinki-ah? Don’t wanna see your new friend?” that guy replied before my bedside lamp was turned on, revealing three more faces that I’ve seen from the day before.
“More like friends,” the boy from the photo shop grinned cheerfully.
“What are you guys doing here?! How did you even get in?!” my voice was a little too loud and my eyes widened when this time the barista guy, what was his name again? Ah! Minho! Covered his hands over my gaping mouth.
“Aish! Didn’t Jjong said not to be too loud? It’s late!” Key, Chef Brian’s nephew hissed as he squatted next to us. “You don’t listen very well huh?” he smirked. Why is he smirking?
“Stop scaring him! Aigooya, Jinki-ah, neo kwenchana?” the boy from the photo shop asked with concerned written all over his face.
“Mhm mmm uhmmm……” I tried to speak but ended up mumbling into Minho’s hands which were still over my mouth.
“Let go of him!” the boy smacked the barista’s hands free from my mouth.
Ahh, fresh air…I felt a little light-headed. “I’m fine, but…Why are you guys here? And what’s your name? I don’t know your name yet,” I replied while rubbing my sore cheeks.
“That’s good, we don’t want you to die too soon. Oh! I’m Taemin! You know the boy from the-“
“…photo shop, I know,” I grinned as I completed his sentence. How could I forget such a lovely boy, smiling all cheery and pretty. Taemin giggled as if he heard my thought.
“Well, you weren’t really dreaming the other day when we were here in your room,” Minho suggested.
“Eh?” I tilted my head to the side, not understanding what he really meant.
Key stared at me with the you-got-to-be-kidding-me look on his face before memories of the night when those four beautiful boys decided to visit me while I was asleep and were actually fighting over something. Was it me that they were fighting over? Hmm?
“Uhuh, that night,” Key nodded. “Gosh, for a moment I thought that your brain tumor was growing even faster than expected,” he threw his hands up in the air with exasperation.
Was it me or it’s just creepy that he knew what I was thinking? My eyes widened ridiculously, trying to piece things together when I know I would never be able to.
“Stop scaring him! Can’t you tell that he’s still clueless?” Jonghyun chuckled as he soothed out the mess of hair which was stuck onto my forehead. “We all know what you’re thinking, it’s only you who wouldn’t be able to know what we’re thinking, that’s all,” he continued before shrugging it off when my expression was still stuck as it was.
God, you must be kidding me…My thoughts trailed off as Taemin the boy with the cold ash hair answered to my question.
“God’s not kidding you, he never does joke about stuff like this. He just doesn’t know what to do to people like you, who gets ill and have to die within months of your life instead of your expected one. So he sort of classified people like you under the “Free for grab” category, for beings like us,” he motioned to the four of them, “to take you in as our own,” he finished.
“Free? Free for grab?! So now I’m like a freebie?!” I choked on my own saliva, causing me to cough like crazy.
Key sighed, “More or less, but it’s good though. You’ll get to experience things that not many would get to go through no matter how much they pray for it,” rubbing my back, soothing my cough away.
Millions of thoughts were running through my mind that time, my head hurts so much, that I’m sure the tumor had grew larger by a few millimeters.
“So, who am I supposed to go with?” was what I said instead of asking other questions about what is going to happen, how long more I would have in fact or most importantly, who they are.
“Well, it all depends on our capability, to make you as one of us, we don’t do this much like 891 times, but we all like you, so we’re going to give it our best shot to make you ours,” Key said.
“Hey, I said he’s mine!” Jonghyun protested with a pout on his face, he’s just like a cute puppy when he pouts.
“Is not,” Kibum stuck out his tongue at him.
“Is to!” Jonghyun barked back.
“Is not!” Kibum bitched.
“Oh god, they’re starting again!!” Minho groaned as he threaded his long fingers into his now jet black hair.
“Let’s just go get you some water and snacks Jinki,” Taemin smiled as he helped me up from my seat on the ground, dusting non-existent dust off my pants for me. “You have a nice butt you know that?” he gave me a smack after he was done, while I blushed ridiculously red instantly, who knows when I’ll start boiling?
He pulled me towards the door, leaving behind the bickering pair and the tall frustrated one. “YAH! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE!!” Minho ran and caught up with us before we walked down the stairs to the kitchen.
God I must so be dreaming, but I must admit, it’s a really fun one so far. I chuckled.
a/n: alright, took me long enough, was too fed up with myself for writing what i preciously wrote. nothing made sense and i was so angry that i deleted the entire file away. i even vended my anger on my umma bunni102 , mianhae umma, i didn't do it on purpose, but i'm sure you got what i meant when i said those nasty stuff, i just couldn't risk it to post something that i hated and didn't make sense at all for my fic. i have a reputation to uphold, wait, i doubt i have one, but yea you get it. gomawo and umma saranghae! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
though this is still off from what i actually expected, it's still better than the previous version that i've wrote and now here it is. *sighs*
oh! and since i've let you guys guess who was the boy at the photo shop who turns out to be taemin, this time round, i told you who he really is! it's such a big spoiler! but yea, he's an angel~~~ as expected, the angel-like taeminnie~~~~ ^^♥
so dedicating this to my dearest umma, dongsaengs and those who have been patiently reading, waiting and commenting. thanks for your support and i will definitely give more for you in the future. and for those of you silent readers, i know i have some, and i know you're just lazy to comment, be it good or bad, I WANT TO HEAR WHAT YOU THINK! SO PLEASE COME OUT OF YOUR HIDEOUTS AND COMMENT!! REALLY NEED THEM!! so that i could make the fic better for all of us (((:
comments are loved and I LOVE YOU ALL! ♥
Jinki’s POV
After that eventful day, I went home and drop dead the moment I got out from my 2 minute shower.
In the midst of my sleep, I heard voices around me again, but I was too tired to even open my eyes or pay attention to what they are saying.
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“What makes you think he would be following you anyway?” Jonghyun grumbled.
“Then what makes you so sure he would not? If he’s not following me, neither would he be following you.
He’d know better to choose anyone else over you,” Key shot back as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
Minho shook his head, when would these two just shut up, there’s never a moment of peace when they’re around. Before he could let his thoughts go any further, Key had just had to burst his imaginary bubble as the latter bumped shoulders with him on purpose, “Move it you tall freak, don’t you ever remember that all of us could hear what each of our thoughts? Are you seriously that dumb to think that way right in front of us?”
Great, how can I conveniently forget about that? Now I’m being bitched at.
“Pretty much it Minho-ah, Key’s the greatest bitch created ever in his own kind, wait, more like ever in history,” Jonghyun snorted.
“Alright! Enough guys! Why must we have to go through this sort of arguments everytime we come together?” Taemin sighed.
“That’s how things work when we are all different kinds and we’re sort of fighting over the same target,” Minho said calmly.
Key raised an eyebrow to Minho’s statement, “Sort of?”
“Ok strike that, we are fighting over the same target,” Minho replied, hoping that this tug-of-war between the four of them would end in no time.
But there’s no freaking way it is gonna end that soon when there’s still 5 more months before Jinki actually dies.
“Whatever, he’s gonna be mine in the end no matter what,” Jonghyun continues.
And there the war between Jonghyun and Key erupted again.
As bystanders, Taemin and Minho couldn’t do anything other than complaining to each other, seeking a little comfort in the warzone.
“Hyung, why can’t they be like us? Be more calm and sensible or whatever makes thing less tense,” Taemin sighed while leaning his head on Minho’s shoulder, still watching the pair of evil geniuses argue the daylight out of it.
Minho chuckled, “Didn’t I said it before, we’re all of the different kinds, there’s no way for us to get along all so easily without conflicts and stuff. We were like them a thousand year ago, remember?”
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Flashback
“Neo! Michyeoiya?!” Minho shouted at the boy angel.
Why on earth is he even here?! Minho cursed mentally noting that it’s the 138th time the angel’s here, trying to pull Minho’s target out of his spell.
Said boy was standing in front of Minho, fending him away from Luna, the human girl who’s been lured to jump off the building by none other than Minho himself.
“Yah! Lee Taemin! This is totally none of your business! Why are you always poking your nose into my business?!” Minho yelled at the angel.
“Because it’s my job as her guardian angel to not let her stray off her path in life! You’re the one who’s luring my subject to commit a sin! You moron!” Taemin barked at the taller one, while trying his very best to prevent Luna, his subject from taking the leap off the 28th storey clock tower using his powers.
“Well too bad! That’s your problem for letting me get the chance to lure her anyway, you loser!” Minho smirked at the angel’s effort, knowing way too well that he’s already succeeded when Luna took a step to end her not so miserable life as a musical starlet.
Seeing that the angel’s effort had gone down the drain as Luna took the leap, Minho went on to rub it into the poor kid’s wound. “You could have done better if it wasn’t me you’re against with, you’re just too weak for me,” Minho chuckled.
“You thick-headed moron, what’s so great about luring and killing some innocent life?! And whoever said about me wanting to be against you?! I’m not weak, you’re just too horrible to be true!” Taemin raised his voice as he stared at Luna’s lifeless body from the roof of the clock tower.
Minho laughed out loud, “Because we’re born enemies? Taemin-ah, if you weren’t an angel, I might have like you.”
Taemin coughed as he got sick from the sight of Luna’s blood and brain juice splattered and spreading in the drizzle. Even his boss is upset with him, he thought.
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Taemin snorted a little before breaking into laughter, “God you should have seen how stubborn you were then, so thick-headed that nothing gets into that shell of yours,” pointing to Minho’s head.
“Arasso, I was thick-headed, and who said I am not now? Just that those two are way worse than me,” Minho glanced at the two who were still arguing.
How would our lives be if we didn’t have to meet at the same place, same time for the same person? Maybe it’ll be less interesting as it is now. No arguments, no competitions, no friends, no foes, nothing…
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Jinki’s POV
Exactly 24 hours later I woke up from my deep slumber, it was almost 11.30pm in the night. I am so thirsty, no water for the past 24 hours, it was as if I took a trip to the Sahara desert without water, don’t ever try that.
My room was dark, the curtains were drawn, but those didn’t hold me back from getting my water from the kitchen. So I stood up from my bed and only after a few steps of walking towards the door, I tripped over something and fell face flat on the ground.
“Ahhhhhh! Jinjja! Since when was there a carpet here! Um-!” I was cut off by a hand over my mouth.
I blinked my eyes to clear up my vision and tried to find out who’s the owner of the hand which is now over my mouth. Damn, it’s too dark I can’t see anything! Ugh!!!! I groaned.
“Shh~ you won’t want to wake your umma up so late in the night,” the owner of the hand grinned right in front of my face. So close, so close that I could feel his breath.
His pearly-whites even shone a little under the dim light from the light that came from my corridor. That smile, that voice, it couldn’t be him.
“Why couldn’t it be me Jinki-ah? Don’t wanna see your new friend?” that guy replied before my bedside lamp was turned on, revealing three more faces that I’ve seen from the day before.
“More like friends,” the boy from the photo shop grinned cheerfully.
“What are you guys doing here?! How did you even get in?!” my voice was a little too loud and my eyes widened when this time the barista guy, what was his name again? Ah! Minho! Covered his hands over my gaping mouth.
“Aish! Didn’t Jjong said not to be too loud? It’s late!” Key, Chef Brian’s nephew hissed as he squatted next to us. “You don’t listen very well huh?” he smirked. Why is he smirking?
“Stop scaring him! Aigooya, Jinki-ah, neo kwenchana?” the boy from the photo shop asked with concerned written all over his face.
“Mhm mmm uhmmm……” I tried to speak but ended up mumbling into Minho’s hands which were still over my mouth.
“Let go of him!” the boy smacked the barista’s hands free from my mouth.
Ahh, fresh air…I felt a little light-headed. “I’m fine, but…Why are you guys here? And what’s your name? I don’t know your name yet,” I replied while rubbing my sore cheeks.
“That’s good, we don’t want you to die too soon. Oh! I’m Taemin! You know the boy from the-“
“…photo shop, I know,” I grinned as I completed his sentence. How could I forget such a lovely boy, smiling all cheery and pretty. Taemin giggled as if he heard my thought.
“Well, you weren’t really dreaming the other day when we were here in your room,” Minho suggested.
“Eh?” I tilted my head to the side, not understanding what he really meant.
Key stared at me with the you-got-to-be-kidding-me look on his face before memories of the night when those four beautiful boys decided to visit me while I was asleep and were actually fighting over something. Was it me that they were fighting over? Hmm?
“Uhuh, that night,” Key nodded. “Gosh, for a moment I thought that your brain tumor was growing even faster than expected,” he threw his hands up in the air with exasperation.
Was it me or it’s just creepy that he knew what I was thinking? My eyes widened ridiculously, trying to piece things together when I know I would never be able to.
“Stop scaring him! Can’t you tell that he’s still clueless?” Jonghyun chuckled as he soothed out the mess of hair which was stuck onto my forehead. “We all know what you’re thinking, it’s only you who wouldn’t be able to know what we’re thinking, that’s all,” he continued before shrugging it off when my expression was still stuck as it was.
God, you must be kidding me…My thoughts trailed off as Taemin the boy with the cold ash hair answered to my question.
“God’s not kidding you, he never does joke about stuff like this. He just doesn’t know what to do to people like you, who gets ill and have to die within months of your life instead of your expected one. So he sort of classified people like you under the “Free for grab” category, for beings like us,” he motioned to the four of them, “to take you in as our own,” he finished.
“Free? Free for grab?! So now I’m like a freebie?!” I choked on my own saliva, causing me to cough like crazy.
Key sighed, “More or less, but it’s good though. You’ll get to experience things that not many would get to go through no matter how much they pray for it,” rubbing my back, soothing my cough away.
Millions of thoughts were running through my mind that time, my head hurts so much, that I’m sure the tumor had grew larger by a few millimeters.
“So, who am I supposed to go with?” was what I said instead of asking other questions about what is going to happen, how long more I would have in fact or most importantly, who they are.
“Well, it all depends on our capability, to make you as one of us, we don’t do this much like 891 times, but we all like you, so we’re going to give it our best shot to make you ours,” Key said.
“Hey, I said he’s mine!” Jonghyun protested with a pout on his face, he’s just like a cute puppy when he pouts.
“Is not,” Kibum stuck out his tongue at him.
“Is to!” Jonghyun barked back.
“Is not!” Kibum bitched.
“Oh god, they’re starting again!!” Minho groaned as he threaded his long fingers into his now jet black hair.
“Let’s just go get you some water and snacks Jinki,” Taemin smiled as he helped me up from my seat on the ground, dusting non-existent dust off my pants for me. “You have a nice butt you know that?” he gave me a smack after he was done, while I blushed ridiculously red instantly, who knows when I’ll start boiling?
He pulled me towards the door, leaving behind the bickering pair and the tall frustrated one. “YAH! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE!!” Minho ran and caught up with us before we walked down the stairs to the kitchen.
God I must so be dreaming, but I must admit, it’s a really fun one so far. I chuckled.
a/n: alright, took me long enough, was too fed up with myself for writing what i preciously wrote. nothing made sense and i was so angry that i deleted the entire file away. i even vended my anger on my umma bunni102 , mianhae umma, i didn't do it on purpose, but i'm sure you got what i meant when i said those nasty stuff, i just couldn't risk it to post something that i hated and didn't make sense at all for my fic. i have a reputation to uphold, wait, i doubt i have one, but yea you get it. gomawo and umma saranghae! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
though this is still off from what i actually expected, it's still better than the previous version that i've wrote and now here it is. *sighs*
oh! and since i've let you guys guess who was the boy at the photo shop who turns out to be taemin, this time round, i told you who he really is! it's such a big spoiler! but yea, he's an angel~~~ as expected, the angel-like taeminnie~~~~ ^^♥
so dedicating this to my dearest umma, dongsaengs and those who have been patiently reading, waiting and commenting. thanks for your support and i will definitely give more for you in the future. and for those of you silent readers, i know i have some, and i know you're just lazy to comment, be it good or bad, I WANT TO HEAR WHAT YOU THINK! SO PLEASE COME OUT OF YOUR HIDEOUTS AND COMMENT!! REALLY NEED THEM!! so that i could make the fic better for all of us (((:
comments are loved and I LOVE YOU ALL! ♥