Shape of Your Heart || Fallen Chanhee & Kunpimook
Sometimes Chanhee liked to burst into song and just randomly sway along to the beat he knew or made up; sometimes he liked the catchy rhythm opposed to the silence that lingered in the tense air; sometimes he liked solitary moments but often times not; sometimes he just wanted to liven up the air and justâŠÂ sing. As much as he loved his pastimes, Chanhee couldnât do any of that right now; his fear of being eaten alive was slowly ebbing at his conscience and in this case, literally.
The space around him was dark and damp, the air felt a little too thick to breath in. Chanhee felt restricted in his current state. He glanced up at the endless dark skies above the hell hole he was in and grimaced. Getting out of the third world by himself was going to be a major pain in the arse and he wasnât even kidding. Heâd literally landed on his butt when he tripped over a tree root and fell back first down into the bottom of a not-so-endless pit. All right, so now that he was down here, the question was how to get back up. Normally in cases like these, heâd just spread his wings and fly back up but since he was in the third world, that idea equated to putting up a bright green neon sign with multiple of speakers announcing to the world that he was an Angel. It was basically suicidal and asking to be killed.
Chanhee rubbed at his sore back and bit his lower lip in worry. Luckily the area he had landed in was secluded and completely deserted of people. Which meant he was safe. For now. Not only were demons going to get him eventually, his time on the planet was extremely limited. Chanhee couldnât think of one person he could contact right now that could help him out of this hell hole. Zelo was off doing whatever he was doing â probably a schedule â so he couldnât rely on him; besides, the kid was probably back in the first world which made everything even more complicated. Everyone he knew were of his own race so they really werenât much help. And honestly even if he did know anyone, how the hell was he going to find them? Contact them? His communication skills were pretty much rendered useless in the third world; there was no point in wasting his energy trying to find anyone.
That thought scared him. The brunet rubbed at his arm; it was cold and he wanted nothing more than to go home and wrap himself in multiple of blankets and wait for Zelo to visit or something. Chanhee sighed and ruffled his dark locks in annoyance. How did he manage to get himself in this kind of situation? Was he asking for the impossible? Chanhee wanted to cry, the Angel couldnât think of why on earth he thought it was a great idea to venture into the third world by himself without the accomplice of another â presumably the best choice right now being Zelo.
"JunhongâŠ" he mumbled helplessly, near tears. He just wanted to be in Zeloâs arms right now; heck, more than anything, Chanhee just wanted to see him â hear Junhongâs voice. âHelp meâŠâ
