Fallen Angel

★★★ Kim Junsu, 27, Prince of Eulsa Death Angel Physiology ♔ "To think a soul so near divine, Within a form, so angel fair, United to a heart like thine, Has gladdened once our humble sphere."

[fallenangel-junsu]

Whatever They Say // Junsu & Victoria

[shadowvictoria-deactivated20140]

“Damn it Victoria you need to stop with these scandals or so help me!”

Vic rolled her eyes once more at her father’s ultimate phrase. Every time she was asked to his chambers it was always the same conversation. Stop the scandals, be a good citizen, stop being on the tabloids, you are a brat, on and on and on Vic found it funny how she could make Wonbin so pissed that he would be red in the face by the time she waved and walked out of the chambers with a simple, “I’ll try harder next time Wonbin.”

Blowing out a puff of air she walked directly to her room since she could already feel the guards following behind her. Same tricks, new day. Closing the door behind her Vic walked over to her laptop and began typing away looking for what was the newest club opening or if they were having any specials at the regular clubs she frequents.

Half-way through her research her phone goes off, reading the name off as Prince Charming <3, Vic answers with a smile, “To what do I owe the pleasure Prince Charming.”

Raising an eyebrow at his words Vic can’t help, but laugh “Very well then, come sweep me off my feet. I’ll be ready by then. Bye love.”

Leaving her phone on her desk she pulls out a duffle bag an begins to pack shorts, tank tops, bathing suits, cover-ups, sunscreen, sunglasses, flip flops, wedges, toiletries and undergarments. Throwing in a book and make up bag as well she double checks she has everything before closing it and hoping out of the door she find her father, he would definitely love to hear what his little princess will be doing and who she will be doing it with.

[fallenangel-junsu]

Victoria was always a pleasant surprise for him whether because she brought a little enthusiasm to his boring life or because he could always rely on her to go with anything he wanted them to do. Knowing her, she was dying to leave the palace as well and he was going to boast and assume he was a good company too - not to mention the fact that he was probably the most responsible person she knew. A good influence, some would say even if Junsu knew better. 

The next day, his bags are outside, near the main door, ready to be taken to the prince's private jet. He's taking two just in case and he had friends telling him that he's worse than a girl whenever he travels, but he likes to be sure he has everything he needs.  When he walks down the stairs, putting on his jacket, he motions for one of the employees to take them out and instructs the first maid one last time about what to do while he's out. 

His aunt doesn't visit him in the morning - which is great because he's not in the mood for an early headache - and he enters the jet right after greeting the pilot. The trip is be short given the transportation he's using and he made sure to text Victoria before he boarded as well. He has permission to land in Heukyang, specifically within the palace's grounds.

He never really feels awkward whenever he goes there and they know he doesn't need a red carpet or dozens of people greeting him the moment he gets out of the jet. So he goes down the stairs and takes off his sunglasses while looking at the girl who walks out. He gives her a gentle yet cheeky smile and waits for her to get closer so he can properly greet her; after all it's been a while.

"Glad you could make time for me, Victoria."

[1986-1215]

[fallenangel-junsu]

Chasing Ghosts // Junsu & Myungsoo

[xm-kimmyungsoo]

As much as Myungsoo would like to rebut anything that the other man was saying, the words were true. He didn’t have any idea at all on how to control his mutation, not even any idea on where to start. There was never a reason for him to begin learning anyway. ‘Reason’ defined as being an inconvenience, and Myungsoo was clearly being one now. What was he supposed to do about that? He couldn’t just wish this away, sadly, and he kept silent about this, because he didn’t really understand anything about his powers at all.

On the other hand it seemed that the other wasn’t holding back his words at all. Saying that she was supposed to die made the stranger sound even more frightening, more than what the mask and tone of voice was already doing. Myungsoo felt his heart give a loud thump inside his chest and felt a little sick in his stomach from all the nerves. He was going to assume that all that about being able to see and guide dead spirits was just a roundabout way of saying yes, he was a mutant. Any other person might have declared this conversation void of all sense of sanity but Myungsoo honestly wouldn’t put anything past him right now. “So you are a mutant…” he mumbled, more to himself than the other man. On whether the man’s conscience was good or bad it was still debatable.

He was still trying to piece together the pieces of information he’d received, but snapped out of his stupid when his brain actually registered what the other had just said. “Coming with you…? What?! What for?” Another lurching feeling in his chest as his heart skipped a beat. He unconsciously took a step back, eyes wide, Myungsoo couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

"No no no, no way. I’m not going to hunt angry spirits with you. No!" He shook his head to emphasise his point and held up his hands as if to defend himself from some unknown force. The last question fell on deaf ears, because Myungsoo was too overwhelmed by all this to keep up.

Angry spirits… Possession… Possible death… It was all like something out of a cliché horror movie, but there was will no way Myungsoo was going to let himself be dragged in and become a part of it, especially when it wasn’t his fault, didn’t matter what the other thought.

[fallenangel-junsu]

He rolled his eyes at the mumbling mess that was the boy without replying to the "accusation". No, he was not admitting to that and if the guy said otherwise, he'd just deny it. 

It didn't take too long for Junsu to deem him stupid - and a lost cause - but still, he thought he had been clear with his words and moreover with his intentions. It seemed like the kid was keen on insisting into that roundabout of words that were clearly annoying the prince; after all he had better things to do and he was already running late for that. 

"Oh yes, you are. Be a man and take responsibility for what you've done. Even if it was on accident, you should know better than to keep your nose out of other people's affairs. I mean, why would you stop to look at a dead girl in an alley? Do you have a death wish? Because you know that if I wanted to, I could have killed you about fifty times by now." He raised both his eyebrows, making sure that the younger male got the message. He was frightened enough as it was, but Junsu needed to get him to have a reality check. 

"If you want a city in havoc, mass murder, possessed people going rampage and your face all over the news, then by all means go away. Because it's your fault, so eventually, they'll get to you and then you'll be in trouble so isn't it better to come with me now? Also, I might as well threaten you some more if you think I'm not being convincing enough." He smirked underneath his black mask and even if Myungsoo couldn't see it, Junsu's tone surely gave it away. 

"Your negation would just handicap me if I was lazy, but I'm not. So what if I can't make you fall flat on the floor with your heart stopping beat by bit? I can still snap your neck..." He took a quick step then, making sure to trap the younger male between himself and the wall behind the other. "So? Are you ready to change your mind?"

[xm-taekwoon]

Gravity // Taekwoon & Junsu

[xm-taekwoon]

Taekwoon shrugged a little, “The flying part makes a lot of it worth it,” the corners of his lips curving into a small smile. Flying was like second nature to him, and he loved to spend his free time up in the sky. 

He nodded a little, “When mine first came in, I blacked out… That was the first time my… demon… took over.” Taekwoon grimaced at the memory, “When I came to, three days had passed and I woke up in an alley blood covering most of my body. I remember being so confused with the blood and wings.” He was looking past the other at the Institute, but not really seeing anything. “I tried so hard to cut off my wings…” 

Taekwoon cut off with a small shake of his head, “Sorry… I just… umm…” Just stop talking. He took a deep breath and shook his head a little more, “It’s nothing.” 

His wings ached from thinking about it. He had deep cuts along his back where his wings attached for months. Eventually he had stopped cutting at his wings, realizing that they wouldn’t come off, and they had scarred over before healing fully. Enough depressing thoughts already. 

"So umm… you were heading inside?" he asked Todd.

[fallenangel-junsu]

He had to agree with Taekwoon on that one. Flying did make up for it and he could barely imagine himself not being able to jump off of high buildings and flying around town. There was no time where he thought of himself without his wings and honestly, he couldn't remember much about how he felt without them because those were a late 'acquisition'. If previous lives experiences could count here as well, he'd say he had them for a lifetime. It was true anyway. 

"I'm sorry you had to go through that." He said and he was kind of genuine with his words "Most of us had to go through something similar be it physically or psychologically, so we all have our own scars, right? They just don't need to be visible for everyone."

If anything, he wanted the words to have some impact on Taekwoon. The reason why he might have wanted so, he didn't know, but there was always some kind of privilege in being older - or at least he assumed he was older than Taekwoon - and being also able to give good advice.

"Not really, but if you invite me in..." He let out with a chuckle "It's been some time since I was there." 

[fallenangel-junsu]

Whatever They Say // Junsu & Victoria

It's not a secret that Junsu's life is not the most exciting one when he is not out doing some important thing to improve the kingdom or when he is not angering the council's ministers with his visionary ideas. They think he is crazy and that he was born in the wrong time because kings don't care half as much as he does and most of the time are almost regular people with regular lives. He knows they wish he was like that and not some man worried about the future of a land, trying to improve everything and anything and having people all around loving him for being like that. They have nothing on him and the perfection that people labelled him with. 

Junsu doesn't agree with the 'perfect prince' label slash nickname that he acquired albeit in accidentally as he likes to think. His ego is not as big as it should probably be, but he knows the good things he's done and sometimes he wants recognition for it. Sometimes - most of the times - he likes having people loving him, telling him how he changed something in their lives or how much of a role model he is. But then some other times, he feels like being the rebel he never was even if he doesn't think he has a knack for that. He does know someone who has though and a name crosses his mind the moment his aunt starts another nagging session. 

'You should get married'; 'Look at how old you are already'; 'Your cousins and friends are all married by now'; 'When are you planning on getting a family of your own?'; 'Why aren't you answering?'. "I'm getting you a blind date tomorrow."

He's been hearing the same story over and over for the past two months and sometimes he pretends that he listens and nods before shutting off completely while mentally ignoring her, but some other times, it's just NOT possible and then he snaps at her. 

"I have plans already." He doesn't. "I'm going to the villa" Is he now? "With a girl." He kicks himself mentally; he went into a dead end.

"Don't tell me it's who I think it is..."

"Yes, that is right." He has no freaking idea, but it sounds good so far and maybe he can just get out of it. 

"Song Victoria is not an acceptable girl for you to be around, Junsu."

What?

"Well, I think she's perfect and we're going to the villa and I'll be there for a few days. I'll be back after getting some rest. She's royal, right? That's all you wanted, so it fits the criteria of people to hang out with. Now excuse me, I need to take care of some details about the trip, glad you reminded me about it, aunt." He bows down to the woman, excusing himself as he leaves the room and fishing out his phone from his pocket. He needs to fix that mess and hope she's in for a quick escapade because he can't go back on his word now so he dials the number and waits for her to pick up.

"Oh hey Vic? Guess what? You're coming on a trip with me. Pack your bags, I'm picking you up tomorrow morning. Oh and bring the bikini because we're going to Jungsoo."

[disvelocities-deactivated201410]

[xm-taekwoon]

Gravity // Taekwoon & Junsu

[xm-taekwoon]

Taekwoon shrugged a little. That part of his life was over, hopefully. He nodded in understanding. From what he had heard, Rain was a kind man, and Taekwoon was grateful that he was being taken in by him. 

"Your wings…" Taekwoon blinked a few times. Oh wow. So the man before him was like him? Then again there must’ve been a way the other had saved him. But wow, he had wings…

"I…" he looked behind him, where his wings were neatly tucked in. Taekwoon shook his head, "Not really, I’m used to it. Heukyang doesn’t really take too well with people like us." He rolled his shoulders a little, feeling his wings shift against each other. 

"You’re lucky you can get them to disappear," he said quietly, "Mine won’t go away even if I wish them away." 

[fallenangel-junsu]

He could tell from Taekwoon's surprised expression that the fact that he shared his body with his demon didn't exactly mean that he would remember everything. Or maybe he was  unconscious while the other took over. He read something like that before and he met mutants with similar mutations that worked like that. 

Junsu felt kind of dumb after thinking about his question. Of course it would be difficult for someone with wings to walk around Heukyang without being pointed at or shot point blank. He agreed with Taekwoon when he mentioned he was lucky he could get his to disappear. He really was. It was just not something he could flaunt around either even if he fortunately lived in a city that was much more accepting of what was not 'normal' by the usual standards.

"I can't say I wish mine didn't go away because it's really comfortable like this and it would be hard for me too." He doesn't mention the reason, of course, but having a prince with black wings walking around would be weird (or at least in his mind it would). Besides, he had a lot to worry about regarding his powers while growing up and even though he was shielded from foreign looks and only a hand full of people knew what he was, it was still bad to have the maids looking at a child who made flowers whither with a single touch. They never told him that, but he knew that every single one of them was afraid to even pick him up or touch him. 

"I don't know if the pain of getting them out is worth it sometimes though. It feels like it's ripping me apart every single time. Well, technically that's what happens, just not as messy as it would be if it happened to a 'normal' person"

[xm-taekwoon]

Gravity // Taekwoon & Junsu

[xm-taekwoon]

Taekwoon nodded politely. Of course, living at the Institute was already a step up from his old life. Being surrounded with others who had their own gifts also helped Taekwoon feel less like a freak. He was more than a little surprised to hear that this guy standing in front of him seemed to share a close friendship with the head of the Institute. 

"I uh…" Taekwoon paused for a moment, unsure of what to say. He wasn’t a liar, nor did he want to say that he was uncomfortable with answering, after all the other did save him from an almost imminent death. He felt like he owed Todd an explanation. 

"I’ve got nowhere else to go," he said quietly. His gaze lowered to the ground, "I grew up in an orphanage, and my demon first took over when I was 12. I’m guessing things did really go over well, because all I remember is a lot of blood and screaming. I’ve been living on the streets since. It was either come to this place, or face starvation." 

Taekwoon finished what felt like a speech and sighed inaudibly before looking up again, “So that’s me,” he concluded somewhat awkwardly. 

[fallenangel-junsu]

The prince could see the discomfort just by observing the boy's body language, but he realized the reason for such reaction as soon as he started talking. Sure, he didn't force him to speak about himself or his struggles, but he felt as if the other did so out of gratitude. It was a good gesture, he noted; it definitely showed he had good principles so he made sure to pay special attention to his words.

"I'm sorry that you had to go through that." He mentioned. He didn't say it to be polite, but it wasn't completely heartfelt either mainly because Juns u had never gone through such ordeals and so, he had no way to know how it felt. He always had a home and people around him even if things were not exactly easy for him and even if he faced a lot of struggles as well - and technically still did, in a way. 

"You made the right decision coming here, especially after finding out that 'other guy'. Besides, if you're looking for a place to focus on learning how to keep that gift of yours stable, then you're at the right place. Rain takes good care of his 'kids'." He finished with a reassuring smile then. 

Somehow, he felt weird not having revealed much about himself especially after hearing a little about him, but he could still keep it to the basics. 

"The other guy asked me about my wings and how I could make them disappear... I know you can't do that, but isn't it painful to keep them folded like that all the time?"

[xm-taekwoon]

Gravity // Taekwoon & Junsu

[xm-taekwoon]

Taekwoon almost shivered. Hunters…? I might have to rethink flying around the school… He could almost imagine the black end of a rifle poking through the bushes in the forests, and grimaced. 

"You know… wow…" Taekwoon said quietly. He hadn’t even seen the owner of the Institute before, only heard of him in the halls. 

"I umm… no. I moved in about two weeks ago," Taekwoon nodded slightly as if to confirm his statement. "I’m still really new to everything here," he mumbled, biting his lip softly. He shuffled his feet a little. He really was new to everything, especially the way other students seemed to be so proud of their mutations. Him? He was stuck keeping his head down and his wings tucked safely underneath his clothing. Maybe it’ll get better with time. But Taekwoon highly doubted that he would ever come to walk around with his wings exposed. 

[fallenangel-junsu]

Junsu blinked once and then let out a chuckle as he noticed the surprise in the other's tone. To him, Rain was just a man he respected (a lot) and he liked to think that they were both very aware of the things that went on around TLOW when it came to the whole humans and mutants 'problem'. Junsu supported fully the other man's ideals and he had been attempting to implement changes of his own when it came to Eulsa and the mentality regarding the way mutants were seen. After all, the city had been becoming more and more of a safe(r) place where equality was often preached, starting with him. After all, the prince had always thought that a ruler should lead by example. 

"He is a good man. Intelligent. With big ideals. You'll see that joining the Institute was a good choice within time." He nodded along as he listened to him. He'd seen countless teenagers and even grown men feeling insecure both before and after joining the school; afraid, still. 

"Can I ask you what made you come? Unless that is too much of a personal question and in that case you don't have to answer, but I'm sure you also came, looking for something, right? Whether it's solace, peace or just a place to feel  yourself accepted somehow."

[xm-taekwoon]

Gravity // Taekwoon & Junsu

[xm-taekwoon]

Taekwoon just kept silent at the other’s words. He wasn’t quite sure how to respond, so he resigned himself to nodding a little. He smiled a little back at the other. It would be rood not to. After all the guy literally saved your life. The least you could do is try to act a little friendlier. "Nice to meet you, Todd." 

He thought for a moment, “I go to the Institute, so I just thought… maybe I could just go out and… fly for a bit… Stretch my wings for a little while,” he said quietly. “I think someone shot at me… My… demon said it was a bullet, didn’t he?” Taekwoon frowned a little at the possibility of someone having shot at him with a gun. He hated guns almost as much as he did knives. 

"Isn’t the Institution private property?" he mumbled before realizing belatedly that the other didn’t attend the Institute. "Sorry, you don’t go here. I shouldn’t have asked you." 

[fallenangel-junsu]

Junsu nodded at the Taekwoon's words for a brief moment as he told him what he'd been doing out there before their paths crossed and honestly, there was nothing weird about it. He would do the same if he wasn't so self conscious about someone seeing him even if he was far away from home and in those woods, the probability of being recognized was almost null. 

"Yes, he mentioned that, I believe. And it's actually weird because of where we are. There wouldn't be bullets flying around here when we are so close to the school. I can only think of an unknowing hunter that might have been misled." He didn't want to think about other possibilities like someone actually doing such things on purpose around there. Like the boy said, the Institute was a private property and also very well kept under the radar of the older mutants (teachers mostly) who lived there. Besides, anything strange would be immediately reported to Rain and he would take action. 

"It's fine. I know the place; I've visited a couple of times and I'm acquainted with the owner. Have you been there for long?"

[massintimeofwar]

[fallenangel-junsu]

Chasing Ghosts // Junsu & Myungsoo

[xm-kimmyungsoo]

He didn’t know anything about angry spirits on the loose but the blame was clearly being pushed onto him, if the words that the stranger was throwing out was something to go by. Myungsoo flinched from the sharp tone in the man’s voice which was a clear indication that he really was not happy. Half his face might be covered so that only the eyes showed but that was more than enough to see the anger flaring in them and cause Myungsoo to unconsciously take a step back, overwhelmed. He couldn’t imagine what the rest of that face looked like.

There was mention about a gift and Myungsoo doing something, and though he didn’t how it had much to do with this, it seemed that the agitated person before him was enquiring about it.

"I-I’m uh… a mutant…" he managed to say, swallowing even though his mouth was starting to become dry. His voice sounded soft, probably because he feared that if one word was out of place or was displeasing then he’d get it anyway. He decided that telling the man about his mutation couldn’t be any worse an ending compared to not saying anything and then waking up in a hospital, if he was lucky. "And I… cancel out other people…?" His voice gradually trailed off and his hands gestured weakly because he felt he sounded ridiculous, having to explain something like this.

His knees felt quite weak, like they were turning jelly. Now he was really wishing he hadn’t stepped out in a moment of bravado as well as dumb curiosity. Somehow spirits and his mutation had been brought into the picture, but why did his powers even matter?

On the other hand, something had clicked into place. “Oh, wait… So, does this mean you’re a mutant too?” Myungsoo blurted out. That would shed light as to why the man was freaking out about how Myungsoo should ‘stop what he was doing’ a while ago. Not to mention that anger had been amongst the many reactions of some of his mutant friends when they realised what Myungsoo could do.

But wait! This wasn’t the right time for a Q&A session. Myungsoo shook his head to clear his mind. “Wait no that doesn’t matter. What did you do to that woman over there? You killed her?” His voice cracked slightly on the last word and Myungsoo paled. What he’d said sounded a lot more serious when he said it out loud.

[fallenangel-junsu]

Mutant. 

The word rung in his ears as if a thousand bells started chiming at the same time and then the explanation came and everything suddenly seemed to make sense to him. How in the hell did he cross paths with someone who can negate powers that easily? 

Everything about that situation made him uneasy and told him to leave it be; to get away from the guy and just drop it, but it was not that simple. Junsu had a stubborn side to him that surpassed any kind of logic thought he might have wanted to have at the moment. He wondered if that kid was the reason why he wavered when he flew before; he wondered what would have happened if the guy was closer when he flew across - he might have as well cancel that ability as well because now that he thought about it, there was a strange feeling of emptiness. 

For someone with that power, the guy seemed to be rather clueless about it or at least about the dangers of blatantly admitting it. Sure, Junsu could be intimidating, but he can only think that if it was him, he would lie about it; he would never admit to have a power that can be envied by all the wrong people. Suddenly, he didn't think the guy was all that lucky anymore. 

"And it would be too good if you knew how to control it, right? Because I feel like you have no fucking idea on how to do so." Damn, it sure made him remember about the days when he couldn't control his own power - the thing that he called curse at the time; like he was his very own King Midas but with a touch of death instead of gold. They were both lethal after all. 

"You ask all the wrong questions, kid." There was no way he was going to hear a 'yes, I'm a mutant' from his mouth. Even with his identity secure, he was not going to make it easy for the other guy, even if he had to roll his eyes at the question. AS IF he could kill anyone just like that - well, technically he could -  and just let some guy see it. If he wanted to be a killer, he'd make sure to be a good one. 

"She was supposed to die." It was the cold, hard truth that he never bothered to sugarcoat, but the important thing was the fact that her spirit was gone and wandering around instead of being directed to where it belonged. "I kind of have a gift and can see dead people's spirits..." That sounded ridiculous even if it was the truth but not exactly his only power.

"I was going to guide her and help her cross over but then you happened and now she's out there. Do you have any idea about how angry a spirit can become when it's left wandering around? They try to get ways to come back which means among other things, possessing people around, which also can mean killing them at times. And it's all your fault so you, my friend, are coming with me." He said "By the way, what's your range? Just in case I need to do something and you accidentally cancel me."

[xm-taekwoon]

Gravity // Taekwoon & Junsu

[xm-taekwoon]

Taekwoon grimaced a little at the analogy, “Kind of, except I never wanted the toy in the first place.” He bit his lip, fiddling with his fingers. “Though some would argue that I’m the demon either way,” he shrugged. 

"I’m…" The what? Fidgety? Gee thanks. Taekwoon mentally cursed at his demon. “Yeah I guess I’m him,” he muttered. Yeah, definitely not letting him out again unless I’m an inch away from death. "My name is Taekwoon," he introduced himself, "And you are…?" He held his hand out for a handshake. 

[fallenangel-junsu]

We only get what we deserve. 

He was tempted to say something like that but then again it would sound so judgmental and who was he to say that when he had a burden of his own to carry? It was not like he didn't think over and over again, throughout the years, wondering if that was actually a deserving burden, but that would be a discussion for some other time maybe. 

"Arguable, I guess. I'm an apologist for the idea that heart, mind and soul are completely different entities. One body encases them all, but they can conflict, I guess. It's hard to know who is the demon."

At the sight of the hand stretched out for him, his body moved on instinct, stretching out one of his own so he can shake hands with the other. Names were thrown and and he knew those formalities too well; politeness lives in him too and he acts accordingly, of course. But not as much as to speak his own name - the one that everyone in the whole Land of Wonder knows. He didn't want to be a prince for the guy that saw him the way Taekwoon saw him before, so he gives him the other one - the one that belonged to him the longest, actually.

"Todd. Nice to meet you, Taekwoon." He offered him a smile then; a gentle one "What are you doing out here? And do you know what happened to you before? I thought I heard some weird noise before you fell down."

[xm-taekwoon]

Gravity // Taekwoon & Junsu

[xm-taekwoon]

Taekwoon swallowed hard. The other male seemed annoyed, if not outright pissed. “I uh… My ability is demonic physiology, and unfortunately, it comes with my very own demon. Usually I keep it under  restraints in my head, but if my adrenaline levels get over a certain point, it can break out and take over.” It was a poor explanation, Taekwoon thought, but it was all he could do to not cringe at the beating he expected from the other for being so rude. 

"Kind of like Jekyll and Hyde," he mumbled, his eyes at the ground and his hands shoved into his pockets. 

[fallenangel-junsu]

"Oh." Really now? "Kind of like with those play things where you insert a coin and a toy comes out and then bam, you get a demon to go with it, huh?" Ironic tone aside, Junsu was kind of baffled. The last time he talked to a demon was centuries ago - quite literally -  and he possibly wouldn't remember clearly because parts of his supposed past were as blurry as the morning fog in a dark Eulsa. It was kind of surprising though, especially when he had to make a quick analysis on the (seemingly) frail guy he now had in front of him.

"So you're the nice one, I suppose? The one he said that it would constantly apologize and then say thanks and then be fidgety, huh?" It had to be. Honestly, it was like oil and water put together when he thought about the rude kid he had talking to him just moments before and now the one who sounded harmless. "And what's your name?" 

[fallenangel-junsu]

Chasing Ghosts // Junsu & Myungsoo

[xm-kimmyungsoo]

"I…" His forehead creased in confusion. Things were happening too quickly and too much for him to keep up. So was this not a murder scene? There was a shady man standing over a dying woman so that would be anyone’s natural assumption. Killing in its own wasn’t wrong. It was killing without reason that was the problem, and there were rarely any good reasons to kill for, but he doubted that the man would want to hear that.

Myungsoo didn’t know why he’d stepped out in the first place, didn’t know why he hadn’t just kept walking and pretended that he had seen nothing, but reflecting back he found that the reason was because he wouldn’t have been able to bear the guilt if he’d walked away and gone back home. He wouldn’t have been able to sleep. So unfortunately, it seemed that ‘walking back’ wasn’t really an option for him now, either.

Myungsoo’s gaze unconsciously slid to the woman laying on the ground, so still. Did she have a family? Friends who would miss her? He clenched his fists tight so that they would stop trembling.

Broken nose or not, Myungsoo stood his ground and didn’t run off despite the threats that even he knew wasn’t a bluff to scare him off. His eyes closed shut out of instinct when the other man’s fist came close, but nothing happened until he heard loud and frustrated swearing.

"I’m… sorry?" he asked. It had been a mix between ‘i apologise’ and ‘what are you talking about because i can’t understand you’.

Then all of a sudden, instead of a fist to his face there was a finger pointing and jabbing at him, as well as accusations that Myungsoo was sure weren’t supposed to be directed at him. He thought he’d been stupid to get involved but he wondered who was the one who really had a few screws loose.

"I… I didn’t even do anything!" Myungsoo sounded defensive, and as well he should be because suddenly everything had become his fault. It was quite comical actually. Myungsoo hadn’t thought he would last this long, and it certainly hadn’t crossed his mind that it would turn out like this. Was he happy? Hardly. Did he have any idea what he’d done? Not the slightest clue. It just didn’t make sense. “Am I missing something here?”

[fallenangel-junsu]

Honestly, Junsu felt like punching the lights out of that guy and he never really felt himself getting violent streaks on a daily basis so that meant a lot. If there was something he hated was to be interrupted while doing something important like that and to have the other male be able to see him in such form was both infuriating and surprising. Mostly the first one. 

There had to be something about the guy that made him able to do that and it was so frustrating that Junsu was not 'sensitive' enough to know if the guy was 'like him' or not. Then again, no one was quite like the prince as when it came to define him, he classified himself as undefined. Mutant, angel, half ethereal, weirdo. There were so many and although he was a little bit of all of them, he didn't have just one to be defined with. 

The questions crossed his mind and kept forming while he looked the other in the eyes. It was so obvious that he was afraid of what might come to him, but made a huge effort not to let it out and pretend that if the man standing in front of him decided to go berserk on him, he wouldn't care too much. He would though. Junsu knew he would; he learned throughout the years that fear, unlike other things, is palpable and can be seen and felt as well so he knew the youngster was not all that comfortable - even if he wanted to put up a show.

"Being a smart ass is only going to make things worse for you. I am not in the mood tonight, let me tell you." He spat, finger still pointing at Myungsoo and although only his eyes could be seen as the black mask covered the angel's mouth and nose, it had all the expression he needed and the tone wouldn't deceive anyone. 

"What are you? And don't tell me you're just a kid passing by because I know it's not just that. I'm not some kind of psychic who's going to point fingers and tell you 'what an extraordinary gift you have~' because I have no idea if that's the case or if it's something else. I have no idea what you can do, but you're stopping me and that means something." He said, lowering his hand and giving the other just a little bit of room to breathe. "So, I have an angry spirit on the loose and you better just start talking before things start getting ugly. And I don't mean for you only. So talk! Who are you? What can you do?"

[xm-taekwoon]

Gravity // Taekwoon & Junsu

[xm-taekwoon]

The demon snickered, “Fair enough,” he smirked in return. So the guy wasn’t all feathers and fluff. Would you please just shut up and get back inside? I swear, when you’re back inside, you’re never getting out again. Jesus Christ. 

"Then why not just let them out all the time?" His demon was confused, "I keep mine out all the time when I get the chance." That’s because most of the time, I’m in charge, and I hide them, asshole. Taekwoon was starting to get a little worried that his demon wouldn’t ever release the hold it had on his body. 

The demon brushed off the question, “You were walking around and happened to rest here? So you know about the Institute? Why aren’t you living here, then?” 

Just then, Taekwoon finally found an opening and the demon was dragged back into the mental constraints he had previously been kept in. Taekwoon slipped his wings back under his sweater, and slouched a little. 

"Umm… I’m sorry if uh… I had offended you just now. I swear it wasn’t my intention. And umm, thank you so much for saving me back there," Taekwoon bit his lip nervously, wondering if he was going to get a fist in his face. 

[fallenangel-junsu]

"Because I don't like it." There was so much more to that reply that could be said, but not to a stranger. He had no idea who he was talking to and even if the guy didn't reveal himself to be some kind of psycho, there was no way the prince would reveal himself like that. It had been foolish enough to show him his wings - a feat that he was quite regretful already, but he tended to allow his softer side to take the best of him more often than not.

"I've heard about it and I visited it before, but I never thought of living there. I guess, in a way, wouldn't be allowed to leave my house. Kind of."

He blinked then. Having answered the other's question in he best way he could and brushing off whatever he needed to in order not to sound suspicious to him, he simply stared at the male in front of him, apologizing. Something was definitely different. "What now?" He spat, one eyebrow raised before he folded both arms in front of his chest.

"Is this a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde thing you have going on here? I mean, some intel on what I'm dealing with would be so nice..." He nearly sighed, waiting for the other male to stop fidgeting and choking on his own words. "And you're welcome. About the saving part that is."

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