Together We Fly, Chapter 02
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twinkletofuTogether We Fly
pairing: yunjae | rating: pg13
genre: supernatural, drama, romance
For Jaejoong, falling in love means literally falling.
pairing: yunjae | rating: pg13
genre: supernatural, drama, romance
For Jaejoong, falling in love means literally falling.
Chapter II
Bzzzzzzzzzzz. Groaning as he heard his alarm went off, Yunho got up from the couch he’s been sleeping at for the past few days. It’s too uncomfortable but what can he do if the man he took in a few days ago is still sleeping on his bed.
“Good morning.”
Greeting him, groggily though, already become a habit. He eyed the sleeping figure again but there’s still no sign of him waking up. He want to turn him in to the authorities but damn, he couldn't possibly leave him alone. He found him naked and wounded and there’s nothing on him that will help them identify who he is. And he felt guilty as crap when he thought of leaving him alone. What if they take advantage of him? No drastic changes happened but now, his daily routing includes checking the man every morning, wiping him with wet towel and changing his clothes before heading off to heading off to somewhere.
“I’m leaving!” Yunho bid him goodbye as if he could hear him before leaving for school.
--
“Joongie, wake up.”
His small lids started to open and saw his mother smiling at him. “Where are we, mom?” he asked with genuine curiosity.
“We’re halfway there, hun, but you should eat.” Jaejoong saw his mom smile at him but at the age of nine, he knew it wasn’t easy for her. He felt like their lives were flipped inside-out in a matter of hours and he doesn't have any clue where they are headed to. Her mom finally decided to run away from his father. He was happy about it. Definitely happy. He saw how his father abused his mother, verbally and physically and it lasted for years until one day, his mother woke him up in the middle of the night with only a duffel bag on her side and dragged him out of that hell hole.
“You should sleep too, mom.” And little Joongie was happy she did. He only started eating when he saw his mom fell asleep with her head against the train’s window. He looked over the window and saw how blurred everything appeared, how fast they are moving. This is it, he thought. They will finally be away from that bastard he abhor calling father.
He was munching on the cheap doughnuts they bought on their way when he saw a married couple sitting across him. He knew it was rude to stare but he couldn't help but admire how the two look so different from his parents. They were cuddled up together, whispering at each other with their fingers intertwined together. They looked young. Maybe close to his parents’ age, he guessed.
“Look at him honey, he’s so cute!”
Jaejoong snapped out of his thoughts when he realized that the woman was talking about him. The woman literally ogled at him with her eyes Jaejoong swore has sparkles on. She looked so vibrant and amused that he didn’t know what to say. He felt the color rise to his cheeks and he looked away in sheer embarrassment.
“Stop scaring the kid,” the man said as he chuckled at his wife’s behavior. Jaejoong saw her pouted before staring back at him. “Hello!” she greeted him cheerfully.
“Uhhh, hi.”
It was really awkward at first for Jaejoong but he enjoyed the company of the two. They asked him about a lot of things, told him stories and basically, just talk about anything.
“You’re really cute Jaejoongie! Can I just take you home? You know we have a – “
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM
Without warning, the train lurched forward from the sudden bump that came from behind and threw them out of the railway. It sounded as if a bomb had blown up. The sharp noise of grinding metal shriek against everyone’s ears. People were crying and shouting in terror. It was pure chaos.
“MOM!!” Jaejoong cried for his mom but another explosion was soon heard. The sound of shattered glass echoed in his ears and Jaejoong could smell smoke, terror and blood. Fire instantly surrounded them then everything turned black.
Jaejoong started to stir on his sleep. His sweat, dripping on forehead and neck. His pale wounded hands clutched the crumpled bed sheet.
One shall fall.
It was barely a whisper but he knew – he knew they heard him. Every word was enunciated with so much desire and from that point on, there’s no turning back.
He slowly pulled the silver ring from his finger. The same kind they give to his kind the first time they allow them to roam the land with duty on their backs. It symbolizes purity and their will to follow the holy – to stand by grace and not to let deceit come their way. But it also came with temptation, the insides has ancient engravings only tainted ones can understand. Once you pull it out, you would never be your old self again. That whatever decision you will make, you can never blame anyone nor regret because it was a choice you made yourself. It was decided and done by you and you alone.
The first surge of excruciating pain hit his body. The consequences his friend, Yoochun, deliberately recited on him rang on his head.
You would feel pain. Terrible and agonizing pain. Pain that will make you regret your decision. That will make you think that you shouldn't have done it.
His body automatically curved in torment and his hands clutched on chest.
You can never back out. Once it started, it’s either you survive or you die.
His vision is clouding. He couldn't breathe. He gasps for air that he couldn't catch and his neck felt like it was being choked. He groaned in despair, hoping for it to be over and done. No, even on his situation, he wouldn't wish it to stop for it would mean that he’s regretting his decision.
His wings sprouted from his shoulder blades like they were pulled out with so much force. They felt limp and heavy on his back and when he opened his eyes, he saw stains of crimson red on it. Blood.
He kept his half-lidded gaze on it. A sort of life line to keep him going. He can see blood and it only means one thing: he’s changing. It was something angels like him doesn't have. Flesh and blood that proves he’s alive.
When he’s convinced that it will be soon over, black dusts started to pool on his feet, floating around him until it surrounded his whole body. He’s still crying in pain and it wasn't lessening. Then a sudden rush of wind surrounded him. He felt like being trapped inside a whirlwind with the gut wrenching pain that wouldn't stop. When the black dusts started moving, the wind blew around him harder. It was like the dusts and wind are colliding. He didn't know how it happened but they slit through his skin – through his flesh. They were crashing and colliding in every direction and wounded every single part of him. He felt like he is being ripped into pieces. His white silken cloth were torn and blown out of him and he was soon covered with blood from head to toe. Then he felt like being pulled to the depths of the earth.
You will fall and nothing will remain in your memory.
This is probably how falling feels.
He was being dragged, head first and past the dark ashen clouds that seems like mourning for another being falling out of grace.
Then you could only hope – hope that fate will draw you close to your purpose. That keeping your faith will be worth it.
Jaejoong shut his eye as he descends from the sky and how ironic it was for him to pray for a miracle to happen.
But remember that I love you as my own brother. A cast-off you may be, but I will watch you and keep you safe, Jaejoong.
Jaejoong shot up straight in bed and woke up from his dream. Jaejoong felt both his arms and checked his hands. He saw cuts on them but they are healing. He felt his face and reached for his back, trying to check for his wings. None.
He stopped.
This shouldn't be happening.
But why?
How?
He realized that it wasn't a mere dream.
He remembers everything.
His childhood, that tragic train ride, his after life, Yoochun, his fall. Down to the single detail, he realized that he remembers everything.
And he panicked.
He ran out of the room and realized that he doesn't even know where to go. Flight of stairs came to his sight as soon as he opened the door and turned his head around to eye the place. He saw a hanged sign with a rooftop mark on it and immediately carried his bare feet to its direction. He pushed the rusty door open and yelled his lungs out in distress.
“Yoochun!!!” He ignored the chilly breeze that bit his skin and the ice-cold cement he’s stepping in and called out his best friend’s name again. “Yoochun!! Can you hear me? Come and show yourself if you can, please?”
He saw him appear from nowhere and ran to him with his long and wavy hair that brushes past his neck being blown by the winter breeze. He folded his wings and hid it before he stopped in front of Jaejoong.
“Did you just call me? H-how can you?” he was baffled. “Jaejoong, how can you see me? Why do you still know me?”
“I don’t know. I tell you, I can remember everything.” Jaejoong’s face was a mask of confusion and fear, both of them. “W-what if something went wrong?”
Their knowledge of Fallens and how falling works is too limited but they both knew losing memories will have to happen in one way or another. You can never survive falling without losing your memories and this knowledge is one of the basics. They were both appalled and bewildered that somehow, due to some unknown reasons, Jaejoong still has his.
“But you’re here in flesh, though a Fallen but breathing.” Yoochun eyes his friend pacing in front of him. He was wearing clothes all too big for him; his top went past his wrist and his pants folded up to his ankles. Yoochun then saw the wounds and bruises on his face, on his neck and his bare feet, and he didn't want to think what Jaejoong went through.
“I shouldn't remember anything!”
He sighed and held Jaejoong by the arm. “Appease yourself, Jae. You survived and that’s what matters the most. Think of it as a blessing. You asked me if I believe in miracles, right? Now you get your own.”
Yoochun was right. He shouldn't be beating himself up for something that happened beyond his will. He was ready for the consequences they knew would occur but due to some twist of fate, he ended up remembering everything and he should be thankful about it.
“So stop thinking about it and go back to wherever you came from. You’re freezing out here.”
Jaejoong bid Yoochun goodbye and went back, following the same route he took on his haste. Walking felt so natural for him and he smiled to himself. It was when he was walking down the stairs when he saw that man staring intently at him.
“You –”
Life is probably conspiring against him or that’s what Yunho thought as he carried a certain man on his arms to his apartment. It was still dark but he knew it was almost morning and he hasn't had any eye shut since. Who on their right mind will bring a stranger at home? He mentally kicked himself for being stupid again but he couldn't just let the young man freeze on the sidewalk.
Walking to his house was a struggle with the cemented ground, too damp and slippery. When he reached his apartment, he carried him straight to his bedroom and carefully placed him on his bed. He touched his cheeks again and flinched at its coldness.
He left the room and went back with a bowl of hot water and towel in hand. He sat beside him and checked his pulses again. No one really wants a dead body on his home, he thought. Yunho pulled his coat down and started wiping the dirt and blood stains off his body. He couldn't help but cringe every time he had to wipe the areas with cuts and bruises and it made him wonder how the other man got them. There are scratches in all sizes too. Is he some part of a gang and he was involved in a fight? Or was he a victim of some crime and they just left him on the streets? Thoughts clouded his mind but none really makes sense at the moment.
Yunho wiped the man’s neck down to his chest and stomach. He stopped when his fingers hovered on his hipbones and think for a bit. He then pulled his crumpled bed sheet from the other side of his bed and covered the man’s lower half.
“At least I have the decency to do this,” he murmured.
Yunho then proceeded to wipe his legs, too thin and long. After wiping the bloodstains and dirt out his body, Yunho took another towel and change the water he was using so he could wipe the man’s face clean. There were dried blood on it and his raven locks are sticking on his face.
The room was dimly lit but the light coming from his bedside lamp only compliments the delicate features his face. It was wounded but Yunho can see how gentle his face looked. He brushed away the man’s fringes that went past his brows before getting him clean set of clothes. After applying medicine on his wounds, he dressed him with his pajamas that appeared to be one size larger and covered him with double blankets to warm his body. He took one look of the sleeping figure before he take his own snooze.
Walking to his house was a struggle with the cemented ground, too damp and slippery. When he reached his apartment, he carried him straight to his bedroom and carefully placed him on his bed. He touched his cheeks again and flinched at its coldness.
He left the room and went back with a bowl of hot water and towel in hand. He sat beside him and checked his pulses again. No one really wants a dead body on his home, he thought. Yunho pulled his coat down and started wiping the dirt and blood stains off his body. He couldn't help but cringe every time he had to wipe the areas with cuts and bruises and it made him wonder how the other man got them. There are scratches in all sizes too. Is he some part of a gang and he was involved in a fight? Or was he a victim of some crime and they just left him on the streets? Thoughts clouded his mind but none really makes sense at the moment.
Yunho wiped the man’s neck down to his chest and stomach. He stopped when his fingers hovered on his hipbones and think for a bit. He then pulled his crumpled bed sheet from the other side of his bed and covered the man’s lower half.
“At least I have the decency to do this,” he murmured.
Yunho then proceeded to wipe his legs, too thin and long. After wiping the bloodstains and dirt out his body, Yunho took another towel and change the water he was using so he could wipe the man’s face clean. There were dried blood on it and his raven locks are sticking on his face.
The room was dimly lit but the light coming from his bedside lamp only compliments the delicate features his face. It was wounded but Yunho can see how gentle his face looked. He brushed away the man’s fringes that went past his brows before getting him clean set of clothes. After applying medicine on his wounds, he dressed him with his pajamas that appeared to be one size larger and covered him with double blankets to warm his body. He took one look of the sleeping figure before he take his own snooze.
--
Bzzzzzzzzzzz. Groaning as he heard his alarm went off, Yunho got up from the couch he’s been sleeping at for the past few days. It’s too uncomfortable but what can he do if the man he took in a few days ago is still sleeping on his bed.
“Good morning.”
Greeting him, groggily though, already become a habit. He eyed the sleeping figure again but there’s still no sign of him waking up. He want to turn him in to the authorities but damn, he couldn't possibly leave him alone. He found him naked and wounded and there’s nothing on him that will help them identify who he is. And he felt guilty as crap when he thought of leaving him alone. What if they take advantage of him? No drastic changes happened but now, his daily routing includes checking the man every morning, wiping him with wet towel and changing his clothes before heading off to heading off to somewhere.
“I’m leaving!” Yunho bid him goodbye as if he could hear him before leaving for school.
--
“Joongie, wake up.”
His small lids started to open and saw his mother smiling at him. “Where are we, mom?” he asked with genuine curiosity.
“We’re halfway there, hun, but you should eat.” Jaejoong saw his mom smile at him but at the age of nine, he knew it wasn’t easy for her. He felt like their lives were flipped inside-out in a matter of hours and he doesn't have any clue where they are headed to. Her mom finally decided to run away from his father. He was happy about it. Definitely happy. He saw how his father abused his mother, verbally and physically and it lasted for years until one day, his mother woke him up in the middle of the night with only a duffel bag on her side and dragged him out of that hell hole.
“You should sleep too, mom.” And little Joongie was happy she did. He only started eating when he saw his mom fell asleep with her head against the train’s window. He looked over the window and saw how blurred everything appeared, how fast they are moving. This is it, he thought. They will finally be away from that bastard he abhor calling father.
He was munching on the cheap doughnuts they bought on their way when he saw a married couple sitting across him. He knew it was rude to stare but he couldn't help but admire how the two look so different from his parents. They were cuddled up together, whispering at each other with their fingers intertwined together. They looked young. Maybe close to his parents’ age, he guessed.
“Look at him honey, he’s so cute!”
Jaejoong snapped out of his thoughts when he realized that the woman was talking about him. The woman literally ogled at him with her eyes Jaejoong swore has sparkles on. She looked so vibrant and amused that he didn’t know what to say. He felt the color rise to his cheeks and he looked away in sheer embarrassment.
“Stop scaring the kid,” the man said as he chuckled at his wife’s behavior. Jaejoong saw her pouted before staring back at him. “Hello!” she greeted him cheerfully.
“Uhhh, hi.”
It was really awkward at first for Jaejoong but he enjoyed the company of the two. They asked him about a lot of things, told him stories and basically, just talk about anything.
“You’re really cute Jaejoongie! Can I just take you home? You know we have a – “
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM
Without warning, the train lurched forward from the sudden bump that came from behind and threw them out of the railway. It sounded as if a bomb had blown up. The sharp noise of grinding metal shriek against everyone’s ears. People were crying and shouting in terror. It was pure chaos.
“MOM!!” Jaejoong cried for his mom but another explosion was soon heard. The sound of shattered glass echoed in his ears and Jaejoong could smell smoke, terror and blood. Fire instantly surrounded them then everything turned black.
--
Jaejoong started to stir on his sleep. His sweat, dripping on forehead and neck. His pale wounded hands clutched the crumpled bed sheet.
--
One shall fall.
It was barely a whisper but he knew – he knew they heard him. Every word was enunciated with so much desire and from that point on, there’s no turning back.
He slowly pulled the silver ring from his finger. The same kind they give to his kind the first time they allow them to roam the land with duty on their backs. It symbolizes purity and their will to follow the holy – to stand by grace and not to let deceit come their way. But it also came with temptation, the insides has ancient engravings only tainted ones can understand. Once you pull it out, you would never be your old self again. That whatever decision you will make, you can never blame anyone nor regret because it was a choice you made yourself. It was decided and done by you and you alone.
The first surge of excruciating pain hit his body. The consequences his friend, Yoochun, deliberately recited on him rang on his head.
You would feel pain. Terrible and agonizing pain. Pain that will make you regret your decision. That will make you think that you shouldn't have done it.
His body automatically curved in torment and his hands clutched on chest.
You can never back out. Once it started, it’s either you survive or you die.
His vision is clouding. He couldn't breathe. He gasps for air that he couldn't catch and his neck felt like it was being choked. He groaned in despair, hoping for it to be over and done. No, even on his situation, he wouldn't wish it to stop for it would mean that he’s regretting his decision.
His wings sprouted from his shoulder blades like they were pulled out with so much force. They felt limp and heavy on his back and when he opened his eyes, he saw stains of crimson red on it. Blood.
He kept his half-lidded gaze on it. A sort of life line to keep him going. He can see blood and it only means one thing: he’s changing. It was something angels like him doesn't have. Flesh and blood that proves he’s alive.
When he’s convinced that it will be soon over, black dusts started to pool on his feet, floating around him until it surrounded his whole body. He’s still crying in pain and it wasn't lessening. Then a sudden rush of wind surrounded him. He felt like being trapped inside a whirlwind with the gut wrenching pain that wouldn't stop. When the black dusts started moving, the wind blew around him harder. It was like the dusts and wind are colliding. He didn't know how it happened but they slit through his skin – through his flesh. They were crashing and colliding in every direction and wounded every single part of him. He felt like he is being ripped into pieces. His white silken cloth were torn and blown out of him and he was soon covered with blood from head to toe. Then he felt like being pulled to the depths of the earth.
You will fall and nothing will remain in your memory.
This is probably how falling feels.
He was being dragged, head first and past the dark ashen clouds that seems like mourning for another being falling out of grace.
Then you could only hope – hope that fate will draw you close to your purpose. That keeping your faith will be worth it.
Jaejoong shut his eye as he descends from the sky and how ironic it was for him to pray for a miracle to happen.
But remember that I love you as my own brother. A cast-off you may be, but I will watch you and keep you safe, Jaejoong.
Jaejoong shot up straight in bed and woke up from his dream. Jaejoong felt both his arms and checked his hands. He saw cuts on them but they are healing. He felt his face and reached for his back, trying to check for his wings. None.
He stopped.
This shouldn't be happening.
But why?
How?
He realized that it wasn't a mere dream.
He remembers everything.
His childhood, that tragic train ride, his after life, Yoochun, his fall. Down to the single detail, he realized that he remembers everything.
And he panicked.
He ran out of the room and realized that he doesn't even know where to go. Flight of stairs came to his sight as soon as he opened the door and turned his head around to eye the place. He saw a hanged sign with a rooftop mark on it and immediately carried his bare feet to its direction. He pushed the rusty door open and yelled his lungs out in distress.
“Yoochun!!!” He ignored the chilly breeze that bit his skin and the ice-cold cement he’s stepping in and called out his best friend’s name again. “Yoochun!! Can you hear me? Come and show yourself if you can, please?”
He saw him appear from nowhere and ran to him with his long and wavy hair that brushes past his neck being blown by the winter breeze. He folded his wings and hid it before he stopped in front of Jaejoong.
“Did you just call me? H-how can you?” he was baffled. “Jaejoong, how can you see me? Why do you still know me?”
“I don’t know. I tell you, I can remember everything.” Jaejoong’s face was a mask of confusion and fear, both of them. “W-what if something went wrong?”
Their knowledge of Fallens and how falling works is too limited but they both knew losing memories will have to happen in one way or another. You can never survive falling without losing your memories and this knowledge is one of the basics. They were both appalled and bewildered that somehow, due to some unknown reasons, Jaejoong still has his.
“But you’re here in flesh, though a Fallen but breathing.” Yoochun eyes his friend pacing in front of him. He was wearing clothes all too big for him; his top went past his wrist and his pants folded up to his ankles. Yoochun then saw the wounds and bruises on his face, on his neck and his bare feet, and he didn't want to think what Jaejoong went through.
“I shouldn't remember anything!”
He sighed and held Jaejoong by the arm. “Appease yourself, Jae. You survived and that’s what matters the most. Think of it as a blessing. You asked me if I believe in miracles, right? Now you get your own.”
Yoochun was right. He shouldn't be beating himself up for something that happened beyond his will. He was ready for the consequences they knew would occur but due to some twist of fate, he ended up remembering everything and he should be thankful about it.
“So stop thinking about it and go back to wherever you came from. You’re freezing out here.”
Jaejoong bid Yoochun goodbye and went back, following the same route he took on his haste. Walking felt so natural for him and he smiled to himself. It was when he was walking down the stairs when he saw that man staring intently at him.
“You –”
--
author's note: Hello guys! Chapter two! This chapter is twice the last one. I'm too scared to reread this chapter. I apologize in advance for the mistakes! (I was PMS-ing when I started this ;___;)
I don't know if the flashbacks make sense so if you have questions, you can ask me here and I'll try my best to explain things.
author's note: Hello guys! Chapter two! This chapter is twice the last one. I'm too scared to reread this chapter. I apologize in advance for the mistakes! (I was PMS-ing when I started this ;___;)
I don't know if the flashbacks make sense so if you have questions, you can ask me here and I'll try my best to explain things.
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Date: 2013-07-11 01:50 pm (UTC)Yesssssss there's still jaechun! TAT<33
the ending thoughhhhh aaah the suspense!
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Date: 2013-07-12 06:10 am (UTC)Hahahahaha Yunho, I was smiling like an idiot while writing his part 8D
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Date: 2013-07-12 01:06 am (UTC)The scene where jae was falling was so scary! I could only imagine the pain an fear!
This chapter is wonderfully written!
I cant wait to read the next chapter!
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Date: 2013-07-12 09:06 am (UTC)Well it seems that there is still much to learn about the Fallen's process. Anomaly or something else entirely Jae is on his way to achieving what he wanted, though I doubt it will be easy.
That is why Jae fell for Yunho, he has such a noble heart made of gold I tell ya. He's getting attached already too.
Thank you!
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Date: 2013-07-13 11:37 am (UTC)There's still a lot of things to explain through flashbacks and stuff but it will be over soon,. Heh, Yunho's such a sweetheart here, I was smiling to myself while writing his parts!
Thanks for reading and commenting!~ <3