And We're Falling, Like Angels With Broken Wings 2/?
Title: And We're Falling, Like Angels With Broken Wings
Part: One | Two
Pairing: Minho/Taemin
Rating: PG-13 (this chapter)
Genre: AU, supernatural, romance, angst
Summary: Taemin is mysterious, and with every blink of the eye and flick of the wrist he brings unexpected wonders to Minho's life and he fears he may be falling for the boy who he knows nothing about. Maybe he's found a reason to start living his life again, but what if that reason is more unstable and unreliable than anything he'd ever let into his heart before? What if the angel isn't really an angel, and he ends up breaking his heart?
A/N: wooo~ 2nd chapter XD took me forever to writeeeee~ hope you all enjoy it, and are still interested in it though its been a while since the first chap XD hope you all enjoy~ comments are <3
Word Count: 2146
“Where are you going, Minho hyung? Can I come with you?”
I sighed. It was the third time he'd asked me in the last five minutes while I grabbed by books and shoved them into my bag. I hadn't replied because frankly, shouldn't he know?
“I have to go to school, don't you?” He shook his head and I rolled my eyes. The kid looked what, seventeen, maybe even younger? He should be in school. Oh well, good for him that he didn't have to go, I really didn't like it all that much myself anymore anyway. I opened the front door of my apartment and paused with my hand on the doorknob. “Don't you have somewhere to be? Like home?”
“I...” His eyes disappeared behind his bangs. For a moment I wondered if I hit a nerve, or a sore spot in his heart. It was like me, whenever someone mentioned anything about my parents or my former talents in sports that would've apparently helped me get into a top university. I opened my mouth to apologize, though how could I have known? But then he looked back up at me and smiled. “I don't have a place to go to anymore.”
The smile was fake, I could tell, however I decided against mentioning it or making more of the conversation than was needed. So he didn't have a place to go, it wasn't uncommon. And what kind of person would I be if I threw him out now? I had no intention to do that anyway, even if he did have a family and home to go back to, but that was besides the point.
“You can, you know, stay here if you want. I don't mind. I mean I have an extra room that's just filled with crap so you can sleep there...”
This time a real smile was on his face, and he looked so hopeful. “Really? That's wonderful.”
I couldn't help the smile that was lifting my own lips, so I turned my head away to hide it. 'Aish, it was just a nice thing to do, not like I gave him his own house...' As I went to leave, satisfied with what I'd done because it meant I wasn't turning coldhearted like some of my peers had said and that Taemin would be staying in my life, at least for a little longer, he spoke up from behind me.
“I wasn't going to leave anyway, I can't, but thank you.”
The words made me stop for a second and then I continued on out the door, locking it behind me.
The kid was seriously weird...
The bell rang for lunchtime and, without any reason to go any faster, I slowly packed my things away to head out. While most of the other students went down to the cafeteria to hang out with their friends, I always journeyed up to the roof. No one was supposed to be up there, but I went anyway. It was one of the only quiet places in the school, one of the only ones where I could be alone instead of with people I couldn't care less about.
I used to be popular, and I used to think that meant I had so many friends that cared about me and liked me. That was until what happened to my parents. Then the rumors had started, a whole bunch of stupid ideas of how they had died because I wouldn't tell them the real one. It was none of their business, and I'd seriously gotten fed up with people who barely knew me expecting me to suddenly pour my heart out and tell them everything about my life.
And I'd found out that the people I used to think liked me were only friendly to me because I was liked by the teachers, was a superstar on the soccer and football and basketball teams, and a list of other things. They though I was a different person than who I really was, and when I decided that I didn't want to socialize with anyone anymore they took it offensively, like I was such an asshole for wanting to be alone.
I had felt bad for a while, seeing as how I did have actual friends at one point, people that actually did care about what happened to me. I regretted snapping on Nichkhun really badly, he'd been my best friend, and though I hadn't really liked her, I regretted being so harsh when I'd broken up with my ex-girlfriend. She'd been sweet, and a good friend even if her feelings for me were more than that.
A sigh passed through my parted lips as I ate my sandwich. I was standing, leaning against the railing that surrounded the roof's edges, looking out at the city. Every week my life was the same, and it was tiring, tedious. Not being part of any sports to go to practices for, not having people to hang out and talk about whatever was going on, not having a family to take care of and make proud, it all made my life so boring and not worth living.
“Why am I still here..? I have no reason to be...”
“Yes you do.”
A few curse words flew out of my mouth and in my surprise I dropped my lunch to the ground when I spun around. My heart was hammering in my chest even after my eyes fell on the form of Taemin, standing a few meters away.
“W-What are you doing here? How did you get here?”
“I followed you,” He stated simply, stepping forward lightly to stand beside me, leaning part of his body and his arms over the bar, dangling them over without a worry, though if someone came and lifted him slightly he'd fall over and plummet to the ground. 'Been there, done that, for him I guess...' “Why are you up here?”
I snorted. He hadn't answered what I'd asked, and really, I was the one who deserved the answer to that question. But whatever, if I repeated myself he'd probably just find another way to avoid it. “I'm eating, well, I was, since you scared me and made me drop it.”
“Oh...” He looked down at it, tilting his head. “You can always go home and eat cheerios. I ate more while you were gone.” His expression made him seem like he felt guilty, and I smiled, he was like a little kid who did something without asking and thought it was bad.
It got quiet for a while, just us standing there on the roof, staring out. The wind blew around our clothing; my school uniform and the clothes he'd had on the whole time I'd known him, though he was wearing a hat that I had the suspicion was mine. It was peaceful, we didn't need to talk like most of the students I knew who seemed to need to fill up every pause with stupid words. It was nice.
“Ah--” Taemin let out an exclamation of surprise, and I turned at the right moment to see that his - my - hat had been blown off his head and had started to sail out and away. I tried to reach it, but it was already out of my arm's range. I had opened my mouth to comfort him, it was no big deal so he didn't have to be frowning like that, but then his arm shot out. What, did he think his arm could miraculously reach it when it was shorter than mine?
And then it happened.
A stream of white, snaked out from the palm of his hand, a blurry, flowing ribbon that glowed softly. It flew out and wrapped around the hat and pulled it back to Taemin's outstretched fingertips. It all happened in the blink of an eye, and I almost rubbed at mine on impulse. But then he doubled over and worry coursed through me, temporarily making me forget that what I'd seen was impossible.
“Hey, hey, are you okay?”
“Mhm, I'm fine,” He leaned back up, a frown still on his lips, but then it was gone when he saw that he had the hat in his hands. He placed it back on his head and smiled happily up at me. It caused my heart to skip a beat, but I ignored it. Remembering that something off had just occurred, I opened my mouth to speak and that's when the bell to go back to class decided to ring. “You better go. I'll see you later.”
I nodded slowly, and jogged back to the door. Casting a last glance behind my should before I walked passed the door, I saw that he was gone. Vanished, though I was pretty sure there was only one exit off the roof.
Later in the afternoon, once I was home from school, I looked up doing my homework when I noticed something.
The boy had no clothes.
Okay, so that wasn't completely true. But what I noticed was that for the last two days he'd been wearing the same outfit - save for the hat he borrowed from me - and didn't seem to have any other belongings with him. I felt bad, having just had that thought now, so I got up, forgetting about the assignment I had due tomorrow, and walked over to the room he was occupying; my old storage room.
Taemin was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling blankly. He looked like he was thinking hard about something, so for a moment I stood awkwardly in the doorway. But then he sat up on his elbows and gazed at me, tilting his head. “Is there something you need, hyung?”
For someone who seriously acted like a mentally impaired person most of the time, his eyes shone with an intelligence that made me feel really small. Then he blinked and there was that odd innocence, leaving me to feel as if I had imagined that anything but that could be there in those depths. “Uh, well, I was wondering if you... 'Cause you only have those clothes right? I can't buy you anything since money is pretty tight... but if you want you can have some of mine...”
“Oh, really..?”
I nodded, and held up a finger, signaling for him to wait a second. I went into my room, rummaging through drawers in search of clothes that were a bit small on me now, and when I had a few things I headed back to the other room, dumping them gently onto the mattress that was set up on the floor. Taemin moved to grab them, and just as he was starting to pull of his shirt I turned away, my cheeks feeling hot. I stayed with my back to him, staring at the paint that was chipping away on the walls, while he changed.
“Uhm... hehe...”
The small giggle made me turn my head, and what I saw nearly made me laugh, too.
He was standing beside his make-shift bed, wearing a black and white striped shirt that hung off of one shoulder, with the sleeves falling passed his hands so they weren't visible. The jeans I'd gave him weren't so bad, because the kid was pretty tall, but thanks to his extremely skinny body - seriously he looked so unbelievably thin - the pant legs were too wide for him, and as far as I could see, the hip size didn't fit him either.
“I guess I'm too small.”
I grinned, and was about to agree when he shifted, one hand drifting up to shyly play with his bottom lip while the other went down to tug up the jeans, which were apparently sliding downwards.
'Oh God, do not think about that Choi Minho. Fuck.'
“I-I-I...” I shook my head, getting my voice under control. “I'm going to go... warm up some food... I'll see you in a bit; I'll call when it's ready.”
“Okay.” He smiled brightly up at me, looking all the more like an innocent child who'd been tossed away by someone. I felt angered suddenly, because how could someone do that to someone so pure and beautiful?
That's when I realized, who was I to say that?
I'd only known him for two days, and the only substantial thing I knew about him was his name.
I felt like I was standing on an edge, between normal and safe, and whatever was on the other side along with him. And it felt like with every minute he was around me, I was slowly inching closer to that side, the one I knew nothing about, but had the sneaking suspicion that I wasn't supposed to in the first place. It felt dangerous, surreal, and yet so damn alluring.
Just like Taemin himself.
A/N: Did I warn how this fic is really weird and how I had no idea where it was going? XD
well, I now know what the plot is, and the major outlines and things that will happen, but most of the flesh of this fic is still unplanned XD so I'm sorry if it comes off as confusing or just plain odd XD hehehe
I still really enjoy writing it though O_O XDDD
thank you for reading ♥
Part: One | Two
Pairing: Minho/Taemin
Rating: PG-13 (this chapter)
Genre: AU, supernatural, romance, angst
Summary: Taemin is mysterious, and with every blink of the eye and flick of the wrist he brings unexpected wonders to Minho's life and he fears he may be falling for the boy who he knows nothing about. Maybe he's found a reason to start living his life again, but what if that reason is more unstable and unreliable than anything he'd ever let into his heart before? What if the angel isn't really an angel, and he ends up breaking his heart?
A/N: wooo~ 2nd chapter XD took me forever to writeeeee~ hope you all enjoy it, and are still interested in it though its been a while since the first chap XD hope you all enjoy~ comments are <3
Word Count: 2146
“Where are you going, Minho hyung? Can I come with you?”
I sighed. It was the third time he'd asked me in the last five minutes while I grabbed by books and shoved them into my bag. I hadn't replied because frankly, shouldn't he know?
“I have to go to school, don't you?” He shook his head and I rolled my eyes. The kid looked what, seventeen, maybe even younger? He should be in school. Oh well, good for him that he didn't have to go, I really didn't like it all that much myself anymore anyway. I opened the front door of my apartment and paused with my hand on the doorknob. “Don't you have somewhere to be? Like home?”
“I...” His eyes disappeared behind his bangs. For a moment I wondered if I hit a nerve, or a sore spot in his heart. It was like me, whenever someone mentioned anything about my parents or my former talents in sports that would've apparently helped me get into a top university. I opened my mouth to apologize, though how could I have known? But then he looked back up at me and smiled. “I don't have a place to go to anymore.”
The smile was fake, I could tell, however I decided against mentioning it or making more of the conversation than was needed. So he didn't have a place to go, it wasn't uncommon. And what kind of person would I be if I threw him out now? I had no intention to do that anyway, even if he did have a family and home to go back to, but that was besides the point.
“You can, you know, stay here if you want. I don't mind. I mean I have an extra room that's just filled with crap so you can sleep there...”
This time a real smile was on his face, and he looked so hopeful. “Really? That's wonderful.”
I couldn't help the smile that was lifting my own lips, so I turned my head away to hide it. 'Aish, it was just a nice thing to do, not like I gave him his own house...' As I went to leave, satisfied with what I'd done because it meant I wasn't turning coldhearted like some of my peers had said and that Taemin would be staying in my life, at least for a little longer, he spoke up from behind me.
“I wasn't going to leave anyway, I can't, but thank you.”
The words made me stop for a second and then I continued on out the door, locking it behind me.
The kid was seriously weird...
The bell rang for lunchtime and, without any reason to go any faster, I slowly packed my things away to head out. While most of the other students went down to the cafeteria to hang out with their friends, I always journeyed up to the roof. No one was supposed to be up there, but I went anyway. It was one of the only quiet places in the school, one of the only ones where I could be alone instead of with people I couldn't care less about.
I used to be popular, and I used to think that meant I had so many friends that cared about me and liked me. That was until what happened to my parents. Then the rumors had started, a whole bunch of stupid ideas of how they had died because I wouldn't tell them the real one. It was none of their business, and I'd seriously gotten fed up with people who barely knew me expecting me to suddenly pour my heart out and tell them everything about my life.
And I'd found out that the people I used to think liked me were only friendly to me because I was liked by the teachers, was a superstar on the soccer and football and basketball teams, and a list of other things. They though I was a different person than who I really was, and when I decided that I didn't want to socialize with anyone anymore they took it offensively, like I was such an asshole for wanting to be alone.
I had felt bad for a while, seeing as how I did have actual friends at one point, people that actually did care about what happened to me. I regretted snapping on Nichkhun really badly, he'd been my best friend, and though I hadn't really liked her, I regretted being so harsh when I'd broken up with my ex-girlfriend. She'd been sweet, and a good friend even if her feelings for me were more than that.
A sigh passed through my parted lips as I ate my sandwich. I was standing, leaning against the railing that surrounded the roof's edges, looking out at the city. Every week my life was the same, and it was tiring, tedious. Not being part of any sports to go to practices for, not having people to hang out and talk about whatever was going on, not having a family to take care of and make proud, it all made my life so boring and not worth living.
“Why am I still here..? I have no reason to be...”
“Yes you do.”
A few curse words flew out of my mouth and in my surprise I dropped my lunch to the ground when I spun around. My heart was hammering in my chest even after my eyes fell on the form of Taemin, standing a few meters away.
“W-What are you doing here? How did you get here?”
“I followed you,” He stated simply, stepping forward lightly to stand beside me, leaning part of his body and his arms over the bar, dangling them over without a worry, though if someone came and lifted him slightly he'd fall over and plummet to the ground. 'Been there, done that, for him I guess...' “Why are you up here?”
I snorted. He hadn't answered what I'd asked, and really, I was the one who deserved the answer to that question. But whatever, if I repeated myself he'd probably just find another way to avoid it. “I'm eating, well, I was, since you scared me and made me drop it.”
“Oh...” He looked down at it, tilting his head. “You can always go home and eat cheerios. I ate more while you were gone.” His expression made him seem like he felt guilty, and I smiled, he was like a little kid who did something without asking and thought it was bad.
It got quiet for a while, just us standing there on the roof, staring out. The wind blew around our clothing; my school uniform and the clothes he'd had on the whole time I'd known him, though he was wearing a hat that I had the suspicion was mine. It was peaceful, we didn't need to talk like most of the students I knew who seemed to need to fill up every pause with stupid words. It was nice.
“Ah--” Taemin let out an exclamation of surprise, and I turned at the right moment to see that his - my - hat had been blown off his head and had started to sail out and away. I tried to reach it, but it was already out of my arm's range. I had opened my mouth to comfort him, it was no big deal so he didn't have to be frowning like that, but then his arm shot out. What, did he think his arm could miraculously reach it when it was shorter than mine?
And then it happened.
A stream of white, snaked out from the palm of his hand, a blurry, flowing ribbon that glowed softly. It flew out and wrapped around the hat and pulled it back to Taemin's outstretched fingertips. It all happened in the blink of an eye, and I almost rubbed at mine on impulse. But then he doubled over and worry coursed through me, temporarily making me forget that what I'd seen was impossible.
“Hey, hey, are you okay?”
“Mhm, I'm fine,” He leaned back up, a frown still on his lips, but then it was gone when he saw that he had the hat in his hands. He placed it back on his head and smiled happily up at me. It caused my heart to skip a beat, but I ignored it. Remembering that something off had just occurred, I opened my mouth to speak and that's when the bell to go back to class decided to ring. “You better go. I'll see you later.”
I nodded slowly, and jogged back to the door. Casting a last glance behind my should before I walked passed the door, I saw that he was gone. Vanished, though I was pretty sure there was only one exit off the roof.
Later in the afternoon, once I was home from school, I looked up doing my homework when I noticed something.
The boy had no clothes.
Okay, so that wasn't completely true. But what I noticed was that for the last two days he'd been wearing the same outfit - save for the hat he borrowed from me - and didn't seem to have any other belongings with him. I felt bad, having just had that thought now, so I got up, forgetting about the assignment I had due tomorrow, and walked over to the room he was occupying; my old storage room.
Taemin was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling blankly. He looked like he was thinking hard about something, so for a moment I stood awkwardly in the doorway. But then he sat up on his elbows and gazed at me, tilting his head. “Is there something you need, hyung?”
For someone who seriously acted like a mentally impaired person most of the time, his eyes shone with an intelligence that made me feel really small. Then he blinked and there was that odd innocence, leaving me to feel as if I had imagined that anything but that could be there in those depths. “Uh, well, I was wondering if you... 'Cause you only have those clothes right? I can't buy you anything since money is pretty tight... but if you want you can have some of mine...”
“Oh, really..?”
I nodded, and held up a finger, signaling for him to wait a second. I went into my room, rummaging through drawers in search of clothes that were a bit small on me now, and when I had a few things I headed back to the other room, dumping them gently onto the mattress that was set up on the floor. Taemin moved to grab them, and just as he was starting to pull of his shirt I turned away, my cheeks feeling hot. I stayed with my back to him, staring at the paint that was chipping away on the walls, while he changed.
“Uhm... hehe...”
The small giggle made me turn my head, and what I saw nearly made me laugh, too.
He was standing beside his make-shift bed, wearing a black and white striped shirt that hung off of one shoulder, with the sleeves falling passed his hands so they weren't visible. The jeans I'd gave him weren't so bad, because the kid was pretty tall, but thanks to his extremely skinny body - seriously he looked so unbelievably thin - the pant legs were too wide for him, and as far as I could see, the hip size didn't fit him either.
“I guess I'm too small.”
I grinned, and was about to agree when he shifted, one hand drifting up to shyly play with his bottom lip while the other went down to tug up the jeans, which were apparently sliding downwards.
'Oh God, do not think about that Choi Minho. Fuck.'
“I-I-I...” I shook my head, getting my voice under control. “I'm going to go... warm up some food... I'll see you in a bit; I'll call when it's ready.”
“Okay.” He smiled brightly up at me, looking all the more like an innocent child who'd been tossed away by someone. I felt angered suddenly, because how could someone do that to someone so pure and beautiful?
That's when I realized, who was I to say that?
I'd only known him for two days, and the only substantial thing I knew about him was his name.
I felt like I was standing on an edge, between normal and safe, and whatever was on the other side along with him. And it felt like with every minute he was around me, I was slowly inching closer to that side, the one I knew nothing about, but had the sneaking suspicion that I wasn't supposed to in the first place. It felt dangerous, surreal, and yet so damn alluring.
Just like Taemin himself.
A/N: Did I warn how this fic is really weird and how I had no idea where it was going? XD
well, I now know what the plot is, and the major outlines and things that will happen, but most of the flesh of this fic is still unplanned XD so I'm sorry if it comes off as confusing or just plain odd XD hehehe
I still really enjoy writing it though O_O XDDD
thank you for reading ♥