[SJFF] Angel of Death - Chapter 11
Title: Angel of Death
Pairing: Kyuhyun, OC
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Drama, Comedy
Summary: Cho Kyuhyun has been sent back to the living world for a span of one year to carry out his mission to bring his target to her death. But what happens when the angel of death sent to take a person's life ends up falling for the victim instead?
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(Kyuhyun's POV)
The doorbell rang while I was taking a shower the other day. It was spaced quite far apart at first, but gradually became more and more frequent. It didn't take me too long to figure out that it was my target at the door, because really, other people would've given up already by the fifth try.
But seriously, does she think I'm retarded or something? And can't she be more original in exacting her revenge instead of employing the same trick that I used on her? If she intends to annoy me like this, it's definitely working alright. Not.
Seeing that she seemed urgent, I didn't even bother putting on any clothes, and only wrapped a towel around my middle before answering the door. As expected, Hyeonmin was standing at the door, and she completely went blank after taking a glance at my body. I couldn't help myself from smirking - who knew that this could actually affect her that much?
"Y'know, even if you want to check me out, you shouldn't make it so obvious, Hyeonmin-sshi. And what brings you here today?" I commented, and she started to retort when a loud rumble of thunder made her jump. I noticed that her facial expression completely changed, and she also became more edgy than she was. Her request that followed actually made me snicker, and a trace of annoyance flashed across her face before a worried look took over again.
Chuckling, I invited her in, and slipped into my room to put on some clothes before she passed out from a massive nosebleed in case I decided to continue walking around almost-naked. She was standing next to the window, probably admiring the view outside when I came out of my room, and I decided to ask her about her intentions in dropping by. This was by far the first time that she has automatically pressed that doorbell of mine, and judging by that weary look of hers, there must be something bothering her.
Hey, I can be quite observant if I put my mind to it, you know.
And no, I absolutely did not buy her when she told me she was bored, hence her reason for dropping by my place.
That was when another round of thunder reverberated through the dark skies, causing her to suddenly stumble backwards and miss her footing. I reflexively ran forward and caught her in my arms, but the sudden impact of her weight caused me to lurch backwards. I landed on the carpeted floor with a resounding thud, her on top of me as we lay on the floor in a pile of limbs.
Damn that hurt like crap.
Thankfully though, she heaved herself off my body almost immediately, and scrambled into a corner, curling up into a ball with her hands defensively covered over her ears when a streak of lightning flashed across the skies. That was when I realized that she was afraid of thunderstorms. Sighing, I walked towards the window and drew the curtains to a close. Luckily the material of the cloth was rather thick, and it was dark in colour so that she couldn't see anything that's happening outside the window.
But honestly, I really have no inkling as to why she decided to look for me. Shouldn't she be coping fairly well with her fears before she knew I was her neighbor?
"You're afraid of thunderstorms," I stated simply, and she confirmed the fact for me. I shook my head and walked towards her, holding out my hand in front of her so that I could help her off the floor. Well, what do you know? I have a nice side in me too.
I caught her hand in mine a couple of seconds later, and it felt really soft to the touch. I hope she didn't notice my lower-than-normal body temperature though. When she was safely seated on the sofa, I shuffled to the kitchen to get us both a mug of coffee. I remember that this used to calm my senses in the past, so it should work again. Of course, she didn't have to ask me outright for me to know what's going on in her head. I was sure that she was wondering why I'm being so nice to her, so I felt obliged to give her an answer.
We engaged in a long conversation right after I slid into the sofa next to her, and found out that she would cry her eyes out if she was alone during a thunderstorm. Oddly, I didn't have the urge to tease her; possibly my sensible human side taking over. Hmm. Our talk continued until it stopped raining, and before she left my apartment, she had insisted that I tried listening to Super Junior's songs.
I agreed, of course, since that's what I've been planning to do all this time. If it wasn't for Starcraft's distractions. And that's precisely why Super Junior's songs are blaring through my speakers. Funny enough, I could vaguely remember my parts in the songs, and could even sing along accurately. In an attempt to test my memories, I tried recalling the names and faces of my previous group members as well. It was tough at first, but the more I forced my brain to work, the more I could remember.
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Our leader was Jungsoo hyung, or better known as Leeteuk, and he has a very infectious high-pitched laugh. Not only that, he always disregards our pleads for him to share his worries with us. That's also one of the reasons why the other twelve of us silently vowed to protect him from hurtful comments.
Then there was Heechul hyung, my gaming partner in Starcraft, with his very short fuse that could be lighted with a slightest spark… And Hankyung hyung, our Super Junior-M leader whom takes over Teukkie hyung's role when we had activities in China. Come to think of it, he has very similar qualities with Teukkie hyung, especially the part where he shoulders all the burden himself.
Yesungie hyung, one of my singing partners in the K.R.Y. subgroup; him and his love for turtles, even though he commented on a show once that turtles were the most boring creatures on the face of earth. Kangin hyung, whose temper is also almost as short as Heechul hyung's, if not shorter; but I know that deep down inside, his heart was very soft, and he really cares about all the members even though he's rather fierce most of time.
Not forgetting Shindongie hyung, whom remains cheerful all the time regardless of the circumstances, and has really fluid dancing skills that leave me in awe. And Sungmin hyung, my dearest roommate whom always tastes wine with me in the comfort of our room. I've got to admit, he has really good taste in wine, though I don't think I can stand his profound love for pink even now.
The rapping parts belong to Eunhyukkie hyung, the hyung with a gummy smile, and despite his silly outlook, he has a strong determination to succeed in whatever he does. Siwon hyung, the gentleman of the group and his forever-amusing hand gestures, plus his strong devotion to God… Then there was also Zhou Mi hyung, the hyung with extremely long legs; his bright smile would cheer me up when I was down, and he would take care of us as well when we were in China.
A smile graced my lips when my memory brought up Donghae hyung, whom, despite being older in terms of age, makes me feel as though I'm the hyung instead with his childlike innocence. But it's a good thing - because that shows that he doesn't get tainted by fame. Not that anyone else from Super Junior does, anyway.
Then there was our resident cook, Ryeowookie, who would always make sure that the members have enough to eat. I still can't understand his love for make-up though. Kibum, who was always busy with his filming schedules, but have never failed to call us every night to tell us about his day, and reassure us that he misses having activities with us. Last but not least, there was Henry, whom stole my place as the maknae of the group. I'm not really complaining though, because it feels great to have a little brother to care for.
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What I didn't expect was the pain that came with me trying to remember my group members that were like brothers to me. It was excruciating, and that word is used for the lack of stronger terms. At the end of my memory-digging session, I found myself lying on the floor, half-blinded and clutching my head that was pounding in protest from all the excessive use.
"My pet…" my master's voice suddenly appeared in the back of my head. Geez, now he decides to come out after ignoring me for the past two months.
"Yes, master…?" I replied through clenched teeth. The pain was unbearable. Seriously, screw these pain receptors. I want my angel of death condition back.
"I see you're trying to recall your past. Have I not told you that I would return your past memories just enough for you to pass off as a human? How silly of you to disregard my words and attempt to unearth more of them."
Huh, he knows? "M… master, please… is there a way to stop the pain…?" I groaned in agony again, writhing like a dying bug on the floor.
"I'm not going to tell you, my pet," he replied smugly. That childish bastard. I can almost see him sticking out a tongue at me at this very moment. "It'll eventually go away. It may take a day or two, or even weeks to months. Take this as a lesson for you. Don't go against my words again," he said again, and I felt his presence evaporate. Damn him and his cruelty. Though I suppose that's to be expected?
Pairing: Kyuhyun, OC
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Drama, Comedy
Summary: Cho Kyuhyun has been sent back to the living world for a span of one year to carry out his mission to bring his target to her death. But what happens when the angel of death sent to take a person's life ends up falling for the victim instead?
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(Kyuhyun's POV)
The doorbell rang while I was taking a shower the other day. It was spaced quite far apart at first, but gradually became more and more frequent. It didn't take me too long to figure out that it was my target at the door, because really, other people would've given up already by the fifth try.
But seriously, does she think I'm retarded or something? And can't she be more original in exacting her revenge instead of employing the same trick that I used on her? If she intends to annoy me like this, it's definitely working alright. Not.
Seeing that she seemed urgent, I didn't even bother putting on any clothes, and only wrapped a towel around my middle before answering the door. As expected, Hyeonmin was standing at the door, and she completely went blank after taking a glance at my body. I couldn't help myself from smirking - who knew that this could actually affect her that much?
"Y'know, even if you want to check me out, you shouldn't make it so obvious, Hyeonmin-sshi. And what brings you here today?" I commented, and she started to retort when a loud rumble of thunder made her jump. I noticed that her facial expression completely changed, and she also became more edgy than she was. Her request that followed actually made me snicker, and a trace of annoyance flashed across her face before a worried look took over again.
Chuckling, I invited her in, and slipped into my room to put on some clothes before she passed out from a massive nosebleed in case I decided to continue walking around almost-naked. She was standing next to the window, probably admiring the view outside when I came out of my room, and I decided to ask her about her intentions in dropping by. This was by far the first time that she has automatically pressed that doorbell of mine, and judging by that weary look of hers, there must be something bothering her.
Hey, I can be quite observant if I put my mind to it, you know.
And no, I absolutely did not buy her when she told me she was bored, hence her reason for dropping by my place.
That was when another round of thunder reverberated through the dark skies, causing her to suddenly stumble backwards and miss her footing. I reflexively ran forward and caught her in my arms, but the sudden impact of her weight caused me to lurch backwards. I landed on the carpeted floor with a resounding thud, her on top of me as we lay on the floor in a pile of limbs.
Damn that hurt like crap.
Thankfully though, she heaved herself off my body almost immediately, and scrambled into a corner, curling up into a ball with her hands defensively covered over her ears when a streak of lightning flashed across the skies. That was when I realized that she was afraid of thunderstorms. Sighing, I walked towards the window and drew the curtains to a close. Luckily the material of the cloth was rather thick, and it was dark in colour so that she couldn't see anything that's happening outside the window.
But honestly, I really have no inkling as to why she decided to look for me. Shouldn't she be coping fairly well with her fears before she knew I was her neighbor?
"You're afraid of thunderstorms," I stated simply, and she confirmed the fact for me. I shook my head and walked towards her, holding out my hand in front of her so that I could help her off the floor. Well, what do you know? I have a nice side in me too.
I caught her hand in mine a couple of seconds later, and it felt really soft to the touch. I hope she didn't notice my lower-than-normal body temperature though. When she was safely seated on the sofa, I shuffled to the kitchen to get us both a mug of coffee. I remember that this used to calm my senses in the past, so it should work again. Of course, she didn't have to ask me outright for me to know what's going on in her head. I was sure that she was wondering why I'm being so nice to her, so I felt obliged to give her an answer.
We engaged in a long conversation right after I slid into the sofa next to her, and found out that she would cry her eyes out if she was alone during a thunderstorm. Oddly, I didn't have the urge to tease her; possibly my sensible human side taking over. Hmm. Our talk continued until it stopped raining, and before she left my apartment, she had insisted that I tried listening to Super Junior's songs.
I agreed, of course, since that's what I've been planning to do all this time. If it wasn't for Starcraft's distractions. And that's precisely why Super Junior's songs are blaring through my speakers. Funny enough, I could vaguely remember my parts in the songs, and could even sing along accurately. In an attempt to test my memories, I tried recalling the names and faces of my previous group members as well. It was tough at first, but the more I forced my brain to work, the more I could remember.
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Our leader was Jungsoo hyung, or better known as Leeteuk, and he has a very infectious high-pitched laugh. Not only that, he always disregards our pleads for him to share his worries with us. That's also one of the reasons why the other twelve of us silently vowed to protect him from hurtful comments.
Then there was Heechul hyung, my gaming partner in Starcraft, with his very short fuse that could be lighted with a slightest spark… And Hankyung hyung, our Super Junior-M leader whom takes over Teukkie hyung's role when we had activities in China. Come to think of it, he has very similar qualities with Teukkie hyung, especially the part where he shoulders all the burden himself.
Yesungie hyung, one of my singing partners in the K.R.Y. subgroup; him and his love for turtles, even though he commented on a show once that turtles were the most boring creatures on the face of earth. Kangin hyung, whose temper is also almost as short as Heechul hyung's, if not shorter; but I know that deep down inside, his heart was very soft, and he really cares about all the members even though he's rather fierce most of time.
Not forgetting Shindongie hyung, whom remains cheerful all the time regardless of the circumstances, and has really fluid dancing skills that leave me in awe. And Sungmin hyung, my dearest roommate whom always tastes wine with me in the comfort of our room. I've got to admit, he has really good taste in wine, though I don't think I can stand his profound love for pink even now.
The rapping parts belong to Eunhyukkie hyung, the hyung with a gummy smile, and despite his silly outlook, he has a strong determination to succeed in whatever he does. Siwon hyung, the gentleman of the group and his forever-amusing hand gestures, plus his strong devotion to God… Then there was also Zhou Mi hyung, the hyung with extremely long legs; his bright smile would cheer me up when I was down, and he would take care of us as well when we were in China.
A smile graced my lips when my memory brought up Donghae hyung, whom, despite being older in terms of age, makes me feel as though I'm the hyung instead with his childlike innocence. But it's a good thing - because that shows that he doesn't get tainted by fame. Not that anyone else from Super Junior does, anyway.
Then there was our resident cook, Ryeowookie, who would always make sure that the members have enough to eat. I still can't understand his love for make-up though. Kibum, who was always busy with his filming schedules, but have never failed to call us every night to tell us about his day, and reassure us that he misses having activities with us. Last but not least, there was Henry, whom stole my place as the maknae of the group. I'm not really complaining though, because it feels great to have a little brother to care for.
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What I didn't expect was the pain that came with me trying to remember my group members that were like brothers to me. It was excruciating, and that word is used for the lack of stronger terms. At the end of my memory-digging session, I found myself lying on the floor, half-blinded and clutching my head that was pounding in protest from all the excessive use.
"My pet…" my master's voice suddenly appeared in the back of my head. Geez, now he decides to come out after ignoring me for the past two months.
"Yes, master…?" I replied through clenched teeth. The pain was unbearable. Seriously, screw these pain receptors. I want my angel of death condition back.
"I see you're trying to recall your past. Have I not told you that I would return your past memories just enough for you to pass off as a human? How silly of you to disregard my words and attempt to unearth more of them."
Huh, he knows? "M… master, please… is there a way to stop the pain…?" I groaned in agony again, writhing like a dying bug on the floor.
"I'm not going to tell you, my pet," he replied smugly. That childish bastard. I can almost see him sticking out a tongue at me at this very moment. "It'll eventually go away. It may take a day or two, or even weeks to months. Take this as a lesson for you. Don't go against my words again," he said again, and I felt his presence evaporate. Damn him and his cruelty. Though I suppose that's to be expected?