[fic] A Fallen Angel Falling .006
A/N: FINALLY! My sem's over now, so I'll probably be updating more regularly from now on. I'm so sorry for being so late. I'll try to post up another chapter ASAP to make up for the (almost) month-long delay.
And ne, I'll read and comment on the other fics soon enough. I can't promise the same for fics featuring certain pairings, though. I'm terribly sorry. ^^;
And ne, (again) I am plugging this wonderful original fic by my friend. It's been keeping me busy. ^^ Ah, yes, it's yaoi, that's why I'm plugging it here. ^^
Title: A Fallen Angel Falling
Author: Kikiam
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: JaeHo, YooSu
Summary: An angel falls right into Yunho's room, and then...
Warning: Borderline / MINOR SLASH. JAEHO!
Past chapters || 001 || 002 || 003 || 004 || 005 ||
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Chapter 6: Gone
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Pom-pom's Pizzas was a brightly-lit place that stood out in a dark, lonely alley in Seoul. It wasn't anything big, nothing visited by Seoul's elite. However, it was a haven for the city's young and bright college students, for it was a quiet place. Other than the ocassional car or motorcycle, the air in Pom-pom's Pizzas was filled only with the not-so-hushed voices of college students discussing a calculus problem or a complicated concept at hand, and the cheerful voices of the establishment's crew members. There was no loud music nor the disturbing sound of the traffic jam always present in Seoul's main streets.
Ordinarily, someone like Yunho would be on the customer side of the counter, but he wasn't. Having a girlfriend was no cheap business. Of course his parents sent him money, but it wasn't enough for a bi-weekly movie date and a nice gift every one hundred days. He begged for a job at Pom-pom's Pizzas, which was owned by one of the less prominent professors in his university. Now that his girlfriend had broken up with him, however, he no longer needed the extra money. He rubbed his full tummy as he tried to think of a "Sir, I'm resigning" drama with his boss.
His thoughts flew fast, however. He couldn't take his mind off the tasty spaghetti he ate for dinner. He recalled the scene at the dining room, where everyone busily devoured the spaghetti the newcomer at their apartment cooked. Changmin and Junsu had to literally drag him out of the dining room so he would stop eating spaghetti (and leave some for the thin Yoochun) and get ready for work.
Jaejoong..." he rubbed his tummy again as the name flashed in his mind. He couldn't help but smile. He tried not to expose his teeth, though.
A thought suddenly hit him, that the tummy-rubbing almost turned into a punch.
"OH SHIT." He then realized that he still couldn't quit his job. Jaejoong was an expensive mouth to feed. Cadbury bars aren't exactly the cheapest items in the market.
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"Yo, Changmin!" Junsu called to the younger boy who was about to take his first step onto the staircase. "It's your turn to wash the dishes tonight," he informed Changmin with an imitated sneaky tone, waving his index finger like he was someone from an advertisement on TV. In the background was Yoochun, who just finished his dinner, switching TV channels. There was also their 'guest' Jaejoong, cleaning up the used utensils. Junsu was helping it out.
Changmin's head popped into the kitchen and clasped his hands together, begging playfully. "Would you do it for me tonight, hyung? I need to pack up. I'm visiting home tomorrow. I'm taking advantage of the five-day holiday. Aren't you?"
Junsu gave him a flat glare and shook his head. "That's no excuse, twerp. I washed the dishes last night. Yoochun did it two nights straight already" He folded his arms across his chest and shook his head in disapproval. "You're just feeling lazy."
A deep voice boomed from the living room, partially drowning out the sounds from the TV. "Do it, lazy bone!" Yoochun called out. His sense of hearing was amazing. He knew of the dishwashing conflict despite the fact that an episode of Endless Love was playing at such a high volume.
Changmin walked into the kitchen and opened his mouth to give out another protest but Jaejoong spoke up. "I'll wash the dishes," it said as it dumped a bunch of dirty ceramic plates into the nasty-smelling sink.
Changmin's face brightened up. "Really?!" he exclaimed in glee. "Are you sure it's okay?"
Jaejoong nodded with a sweet smile that made Junsu look away. "I should be doing something for you guys in exchange of letting me stay here," it said in a soft, cheerful tone.
Sounds of scambling feet neard them. "WHAT?!" Yoochun had suddenly appeared behind Changmin with a shocked look in his face. Endless Love continued in the background. "You'll be staying here?!"
A tiny wave of surprise washed over Jaejoong's face, which was then replaced by a begging look. It faced Yoochun with its large eyes, like a sick puppy who lost its mother. He imagined It's left exposed wing flapping slowly and awkwardly like a begging dog's wagging tail. "I'll do the housework," it said, trying to please Yoochun.
"Well... " Yoochun scratched his head in thought and frustration. "It's not that. You see, I don't own this house. My godmother does and we're just renting here. She wouldn't be very pleased to find an... YOU here." He hoped that Jaejoong would just take the explanation and leave, but upon finishing his statement, Jaejoong's eyebrows twitched even more and his lips were slowly starting to pout.
"But I have nowehere to go," it protested. "If I can just fly back home, I would."
"Fly back home?" Junsu asked, thinking that the joke on him was going a bit too far. Or were they really just playing a joke on him? Maybe this was some poor crazy guy Yoochun or Yunho found in the streets whom they decided to help out. But that was impossible, too, so Junsu decided that it was a joke.
Changmin answered him. "Fly back to heaven. That's were angels live."
Junsu slapped his forehead and gave the younger boy a nasty glare. "I've had enough of that angel crap, Changmin, thank you," he answered in a flat tone.
"But I AM an angel," Jaejoong protested.
Yoochun got irritated at the fact that the scene earlier that afternoon was repeating itself. This time, though, it was Junsu who needed to get convinced. However, Yoochun didn't deem it necessary to convince Junsu. He knew that the guy had enough problems to really care. "OH, enough with that!" He looked exasperatedly at Jaejoong, who looked back at him with once again, begging and imploring eyes.
Changmin went up in front of him and bent his knees so that he'd be at eye-level with Yoochun. "Can we keep it? Please? Please? Can we keep it?" Yoochun thought that Changmin was imitating Jaejoong's begging look.
"What? Is that guy a pet or something?" interrupted Junsu half-jokingly. He let out a small laugh.
Yoochun looked at Jaejoong, who didn't seem to mind beng referred to as a pet. He then looked at Changmin who continued to plead to him like a kid pleading to his mom to buy him a new toy car. Lastly, he grabbed a glance of Junsu who sang "wuchu, wuchu" nonchalantly as he started to wipe the dining table with a small, wet piece of cloth. He thought of a possible voting scenario on whether Jaejoong could stay or not. Changmin and Yunho would definitely want Jaejoong to stay. Junsu seemed like he would abstain. Still thinking that Jaejoong was still a nasty prank on him, Junsu would try to look as unaffected as possible, and actually, he really didn't care. Yoochun was the only one against it. He felt helpless. He had to give in.
"Fine, fine. Just hide yourself whenever there's someone else in the house," Yoochun said with a not-so-pleasant look on his face. Changmin was about to jump in joy, but he changed his mind when he saw Yoochun glaring at him. Junsu continued with his wuchu song as he wiped the table. Jaejoong held his knees and gave a low bow of gratitude.
"Thanks so much. I'll help out as much as I can and I won't be a burden to you," it thanked in a jubilant tone.
Yoochun sighed. You already are, he thought and shook his head. There were a lot of things that needed to be considered, like how were they going to feed an extra mouth with their meager allowances? How long would it be staying? What if his godmother found out? He watched Jaejoong start scrubbing a drinking glass with a sponge. It hummed a happy tune that mathced Junsu's Wuchu song well. Its left wing flapped softly up and down. Then a question dawned in his mind.
Where was it going to sleep?
It definitely couldn't sleep in the couch. The front door opened right into the living room and the couch was the welcoming sight. If his godmother did one of her surprise visits, their unpleasant secret would be revealed. The two rooms in the apartment could only accommodate two people each. He thought that maybe Yunho could sleep in the couch, and then Jaejoong and him in the bedroom, but Yoochun cringed upon the thought of sleeping beside the strange being. He gritted his teeth and decided that the question would be answered when Yunho arrived.
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Junsu gave the dining table one last look and decided that it was clean enough. He went into the kitchen to wash and hang up the piece of cloth. He threw a glance at how Jaejoong was doing and saw that it was furiously scrubbing a drinking glass. Junsu looked at the other dishes and saw that they were all still unwashed. He looked up and tried to remember how long it took him to wipe the table. Perhaps, around ten minutes? Did it take someone that long to wash a drinking glass? Junsu knew that he sometimes took that long in washing something, but that wasn't a drinking glass but a frying pan. He looked over Jaejoong's shoulder. "You okay there?"
"Yeah," it mumbled in reply. It seemed concentrated on what it was doing.
"Uuhh... 'cause I can help you if you want," Junsu pointed out. "Uhm, I think you're taking a bit too long."
"Really?" Jaejoong gave him a puzzled look. It seemed surprised at the fact that, normally, it wouldn't take ten minutes to wash a drinking glass.
"I think that glass is clean enough. Ehe. There are still other dishes to wash, mind you."
"It isn't," Jaejoong answered knowingly. "It isn't clean until I see my reflection on it."
"What?" The answer was too strange for it to register into Junsu's mind right away.
"I wanna see my reflection on this one. That's why I'm cleaning it really well," it explained.
Junsu found the conversation both amusing and confusing at the same time. "Uhm, there's the mirror in the living room for that." He twitched his eyebrows in wonder. This guy was strange. Was this still part of the joke?
"I know," Jaejoong answered. "But I wanna see my face on this one, too. I like seeing my face." Before Junsu could open his mouth and say another word, it spoke up again. "I wanna see it on this one, too," it lifted one of the spoons in the basin and put it back in. It then took out a plate still greased with red tomato sauce. "And this one." Again, it put the plate back and pointed its index finger at the other articles inside the basin. "And this one. And this one. Oh, and this... and this..."
"Uuuh... why?" was all that came out from Junsu's mouth.
"Because I like looking at my face," it answered like it was a plain, universal truth. "I'm so pretty."
"Then you can just finish that up quickly and look at the mirror all you want afterwards." It was getting too weird.
Jaejoong looked up at him then wrinkled its forehead in thought. After a while, its face relaxed and spoke up again. "But then I won't see my face anymore if I look away from the mirror."
Junsu took a step back and shrugged his shoulders. He couldn't find a way to win the argument, rather, he was getting tired of the pointless conversation. He also found the conversation too strange that he didn't want to continue it anymore. "Fine," he said and gave out a somewhat forced and nervous laugh. "Have it your way." He nervously walked out of the kitchen and thought that Jaejoong was too weird to be a real person. However, it seemed too narcissistic to be the angel that Changmin claimed it was. And because of the strange contradiction, he wanted to stay as far from it as possible.
He walked, rather, scampered out of the kitchen. When he thought that he was finally out of Jaejoong's range of perception, he scampered again towards Yoochun who was sitting lazily on the couch. The older boy, surprisingly enough, was a sucker for Endless Love and he was enjoying every moment of it. Thus, Yoochun didn't find it pleasant at all to see Junsu running frantically towards him and curling up in the couch like a kid watching a horror flick.
"What's your problem now?" Yoochun asked, irritated that he was disturbed while indulging in his favorite TV drama.
"Enough with this joke now, Yoochun!" Junsu almost cried frantically. "That Jaejoong's just too weird." Despite all the fear and confusion in his voice, he did his best to keep it outside Jaejoong's earshot.
"What joke?" Yoochun asked, dividing his attention unevenly between Song Seunghun's emotive scene and Kim Junsu's high-pitched ranting.
"You guys are playing a prank on me, right? You got one of your classmates to play this angel prank on me and it's getting too weird already! It's freakin' me out!" Junsu grabbed Yoochun's left arm and shook it furiously.
"Aaaawww, you fag!" Yoochun shouted, affected by the actions of Song Seunghun's character. He then looked at Junsu. "Well, if you know that it was a joke, then why freak out?"
"I'M NOT A FAG! And because it's too much already!" Junsu was almost screaming and he seemed to have forgotten that he was supposed to keep his voice down. Yoochun gave him a blank look and wished that he could truthfully tell Junsu that it was a prank, but unfortunately, he couldn't. Angel Jaejoong was as real as it could get.
"What was it doing, anyway?"
"HE," Junsu emphasized because he still somewhat believed that there was no genderless angel in their kitchen, but instead there was this really vain (male) weirdo, "took too long washing one drinking glass and I asked him why."
"And?" Yoochun pressed the remote control's button. Tonight's episode of Endless Love was finished. He'd miss it during the weekends.
Junsu continued to narrate the strange conversation to Yoochun, pausing once in a while to breathe. Yoochun, on the other hand, nodded intently at every detail, patting Junsu's back every moment or so to calm him down. At the end of Junsu's story, he chuckled lightly.
"Isn't that just too weird?" Junsu's tone demanded 'yes' for an answer.
"Well, yeah. For an angel that's pretty weird," Yoochun answered, rubbing his chin contemplatively.
"BUT HE'S NOT AN ANGEL!" Junsu stood up and let out a shrill reply.
"IT. IS. AN. ANGEL."
"HE'S NOT!"
Yoochun repeated himself more slowly and nodded his head with every syllable for even greater emphasis. "IT... IS... AN... AN... GEL."
"NO!" Yoochun could have sworn that Junsu's loud and shrill voice had the ability to break everything made of glass in the room. What surprised him was that even thouth Junsu's voice was already so loud, Changmin didn't seem startled at all. The kid was probably too busy packing his things.
"Yes, Squeaky," Yoochun said in a less slow tone. "Jaejoong came crashing into our room this morning and made a hole through the roof."
"What?!" Junsu gasped. He didn't believe a thing Yoochun was saying. He gaped at Yoochun with his eyebrows twitched in confusion.
"You can go up our room and see for yourself. 'You think we'll go as far as making a nasty hole on the roof just to play a prank on you, Squeaky?" Yoochun put down the remote and picked up a gaming magazine scattered on the living room floor.
"That doesn't make sense at all!" Junsu retorted and grabbed the magazine from Yoochun's hands to get his attention. "And stop calling me squeaky!"
Yoochun glared at him. "Look at the hole first, asshole," he told Junsu with a very firm and annoyed tone that gave Junsu no choice but to obey. He hesitantly walked towards the stairs, without failing to glare at Yoochun who glared back with equal conviction. But even before Junsu could make a step, the doorbell rang.
"Oh crap!" Yoochun looked at the clock and it read 9:15. It couldn't have been Yunho since the guy had his own keys and need not ring the doorbell. It wasn't his godmother, either, because she told him that she had an important function to attend that night. One thing was for sure: whoever rang the doorbell could not know about Jaejoong. Yoochun ran towards the kitchen, and fortunately, found the angel starting to hide by the far side of the refrigerator. It was still trying to pull back its left wing from plain view. Yoochun went towards it and gently pushed the left wing into the corner, but it was too large to hide.
"Can't you make it smaller or something?" Yoochun asked frantically.
Jaejoong whimpered. "I can't."
"Squeaky, who is it?" Yoochun asked. Maybe there was the possibility that the person at the door, however impossible, was just Yunho, who got home early from his shift or was already fired.
There was no answer.
"Hey, Squeaky!"
Yoochun waited for an answer while he knelt down and helped Jaejoong with his wing. After a few moments, there was still no response from Junsu. A wave of worry washed over him. He stood up and told Jaejoong a quick, "Stay there," to which the angel nodded obediently. He ran to the living room.
A wave of cold air met him.
"What the hell?" he asked himself. The front door was left hanging open, with Junsu nowhere in sight.
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To be continued...
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