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when you wish upon a star | yeonbin
tw: possibly triggering subject matter indirect mentions — reader discretion advised
Yeonjun climbed to the top of the rope ladder, a grin on his face. “I’m King of the Mountain!” He swung up to the wooden floor, standing victoriously, fist in the air. “Fear me, peasants!”
Soobin heaved heavy breaths, coughing as he scrambled up after the boy. “Not fair, Hyung! You got a head start.”
The other simply stuck out his tongue. “You’re just slow.”
“Nuh uh.”
“Yeah huh!”
With a frustrated sigh, Soobin made the rest of the way up the ladder. They were both wearing patchwork capes and paper crowns, their shoes worn from playing all day in the woods. It was normal for them to be out until sunset. Their parents didn’t mind. It’d been like this since they were six years old when Yeonjun first moved in next door.
They were inseparable.
“It’s okay, Soobin,” Yeonjun said, patting his head. “You can be my prince consort.”
Soobin stared at him blankly. “What?”
Yeonjun rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “When a queen gets married she has a prince Consort so that she’s more powerful.”
“Why can’t I just be a king too?”
Again, the older one rolled his eyes. “Because I am.” He grabbed the stick they’d decorated with gems and feathers.
“And?”
“And there can only be one king!” Looking at Soobin’s pout, Yeonjun’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t look at me like that.” When the younger boy’s stare persisted, he relented. “Fine. You can be king. Just this once.”
The toothy grin on Soobin’s face as he took the makeshift scepter almost made up for the loss of his title.
Oh how simple things seemed to be back then.
“Choi Yeonjun, can you look this way?”
He turned his head towards the flashing cameras, dipping his chin in acknowledgement. He was blinded by the lights, but he maintained his picture perfect smile. The smile that had made the nation fall for him.
Beomgyu gestured for him from the side, signaling it was time to go, and he bowed, walking off quickly.
His heart was beating out of his chest.
He didn’t know how much longer he had before it exploded.
Sobbin tapped on Yeonjun’s window. He was still in his middle school uniform, a big, stupid grin on his face. When there was no response, he hit the glass a little harder, successfully waking Yeonjun from his slumber.
With a deep sigh, he dragged himself out of bed to meet the younger boy.
“What is it – geez, Bin,” Yeonjun huffed. “It’s almost twelve o'clock…”
“Come on, I wanna show you something.”
The boy paused, looking Soobin up and down. “I’m going back to sleep.”
“Hey! Seriously.” Soobin grabbed Yeonjun’s hand, pulling him towards the open window. “I’ll be quick. Please?” He batted his eyelashes which drew a deep scowl from the other.
“Fine.” With a huff, Yeonjun jumped through the window, falling clumsily onto the dirt. He quickly brushed it off, allowing Soobin to grab his hand, leading him into the forest.
When they got to the base of the treehouse, Soobin paused. “Close your eyes when you get to the top. I’ll pull you up.”
Though he was skeptical, Yeonjun agreed. He shut his eyes tight as he got towards the top of the rope ladder, feeling around for Soobin’s waiting hand. When he found it, he hoisted himself up, stumbling slightly.
The younger boy led him around the narrow balcony. His breath was thin, concentrated. For a moment, they just stood there. “Okay. Open your eyes.”
Yeonjun opened them slowly.
“Whoa. How the hell did you get that up here?” He stared at the heavy, metal telescope, mouth hanging open slightly.
Soobin smiled sheepishly. “I had to assemble it up here…but…I remember you said you loved the stars. I won’t be here next week, so, happy early birthday.”
Yeonjun’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “Soobin…” He ran his hands against the cool metal. “Thank you.” Carefully, he looked through the lens, smiling. “Come here.” He moved so that Soobin could stand before the telescope, pointing it at the brightest star in the sky. “Do you see the star in the center? That’s Polaris, the North Star.”
“Whoa.”
“You know, I heard that when you wish upon the North Star, it has to come true.”
Soobin moved to look at Yeonjun. “What do you wish for, Hyung?”
The older boy paused, looking out at the night sky endlessly. “I want to be remembered.”
“That’s a good wish.” With a small smile, Choi Soobin looked at Yeonjun, the stars reflected in his eyes. “I wish that we’ll forever be friends.”
“That’s also a good wish.”
Choi Yeonjun moved away the next year.
Yeonjun grabbed a glass of wine, hand shaking slightly. Beomgyu touched his shoulder, his usual goofy grin replaced by concern. “Are you okay?”
Though it took him a second, Yeonjun smiled. “Yeah. Fine, why?”
Beomgyu eyed him suspiciously. “You’re shaking.”
“I’m fine.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“I need to go check on Taehyun. Will you be…?”
Yeonjun paused, then smiled. “Of course.”
As Beomgyu left him alone, Yeonjun pulled a pill bottle from his breast pocket, popping one in his mouth. A film of swear was forming on his brow, the tremors in his hands growing. Breathe, he told himself.
But breath did not come.
There was a light tap on his shoulder, and he whipped around, hiding the orange bottle clutched in his hand. “I’m sorry I-”
“Yeonjun.”
“Oh. Soobin.”
They just stood there, staring.
Soobin threw a rock from the top of the tree house, huffing. “I can’t believe you’re moving.”
“Just to Seoul,” Yeonjun said, nudging him lightly. “You can come visit me anytime. It’s only an hour away.”
“That’s too far,” The younger boy complained. He sat down so his feet were kicking off the balcony. “Who’s going to let me copy off their math homework?”
“You still have Kai.”
“He’s in the lower grades,” Soobin groaned, laying down.
“It’ll be okay.”
“I guess.”
The next few months quickly erased the years spent apart.
Suddenly, they were grade schoolers again. The world was brighter again, and, Yeonjun felt a weight lift from his shoulders.
But good things, he learned, never lasted.
Yeonjun tapped his foot anxiously.
“Number twenty-three?”
He stood quickly. “That’s me.”
“This way.”
He followed the tall, wiry woman wearily. She led him to a small room containing only a table, three men, and a chair right before them. “Number twenty-three, Choi Yeonjun.”
The man in the middle smiled. “Choi Yeonjun. That has a nice ring to it. Can you come closer?”
Yeonjun paused before doing as instructed.
What seemed to be a thousand prying eyes assessed him like cattle. They inspected every inch of him, trying to find any imperfections.
“With a nose filler, he’d be perfect,” Said the man on the left.
“I agree,” Said the man on the right.
The man in the middle looked him up and down once more. “How tall are you?”
“181 centimeters.”
“I can work with that. I can’t wait to see you on the cover of Vogue.”
Yeonjun had never felt more fulfilled.
Soobin held Yeonjun tightly, trying to calm the shaking boy.
“The ambulance will be here soon…” He tried not to cry. “You’ll be okay, I promise.”
Blood littered the floor.
It stained the tile.
It was everywhere.
Soobin took the subway everyday to work, and never once did he stop to look at the advertisements lining the wall.
Until September 13, nine years after his world had left him.
There, dressed elegantly in black, was Choi Yeonjun.
It seemed he’d gotten his wish. Soobin pressed his hand to the flashing screen.
How things had changed.
“Choi Yeonjun?”
One of the nurses smiled at him, holding up his bags. “Your ride is here.”
“Ride?” He stared blankly. “I didn’t call anyone.”
“Well, there’s a tall boy here for you.”
Confused, he followed the short women out, dragging his feet against the cold floors.
For the first time in weeks, he smiled.
Staring back at him was Choi Soobin. “Ready to go?”
“Ready.”
His friend, forever. Just like they’d wished all those years ago.
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catch me when i fall | jaywon

wc: 1847 cw: some descriptions of violence, religious undertones, mentions of mature themes such as drinking
Jay cleaned the glass listlessly. He didn’t know how long he’d been standing there, cloth rubbing back and forth against the clear surface. And, he didn’t necessarily care. The clock ticked on the wall, the lights flickered above him.
It was all the same, anyways, no matter how much time passed.
“It’s been twenty minutes,” Said Shuhua, flicking a peanut at him, “And you haven’t moved an inch. You’re depressing me.”
“It’s not clean.”
“I’ve never seen a cleaner glass in my life.”
He glared at her. “Do you ever shut up?”
She tsked, wagging a finger at him. “Wrath is a sin, Park Jongseong. Be wary of it, or you may never regain your wings.”
Instantly, Jay quieted, looking down. “I’ve been thinking maybe I don’t want them back.” His lips pursed as he finally put the glass on the counter. The words hung in the air between them, his confession heavy.
“He did not send you here for you to give up on the light, Jay,” Shuhua said darkly. “And I am certainly not going to babysit you until your sad, mortal life ends.”
“Then go.”
“I cannot defy Him.”
Jay sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m opening soon. Can you at least watch me from somewhere else?”
Shuhua paused, grabbing her bowl of peanuts. She took one more look at him, before turning. “He wishes to forgive you, Jay. Do not fall deeper into sin.”
And then, she was gone.
Jay closed his eyes as twin blades cut into his skin.
Gold spilled from him in fountains, the pain searing into his back. All his pride died, all his will fell away, and he screamed. He screamed, and screamed, and screamed, until black consumed his vision and he could scream no more.
Behind him, a pair of wings lay on the clouds. What was once a pure white slowly turned a rotted black, what was once his, was now gone.
For the first time in his immortal life, Park Jongseong cried.
It was 4AM and the crowds had finally left, leaving only Jay and the cheap cover band. He paid them no mind, cleaning a glass with a washcloth. He rubbed it slowly, mindlessly. Just like always.
“You’ve been at that for a while.”
He looked up to see the band’s lead singer before him. “Ah, was it bothering you?”
The boy laughed, leaning against the wooden counter. “No. I just found you…interesting. I was wondering if you’d like to get coffee.” There was a toothy grin on his face, confidence radiating from him in waves.
Jay studied him for a moment. “Excuse me?”
“Coffee,” He said again. “Like…I play here every Saturday. We could go before, or after.”
“What’s your name?”
“Jungwon.”
“Jungwon,” Jay repeated. “Yeah, no thanks.”
The look on the musician' face flickered for a moment. “Oh.” He smiled again quickly. “That’s okay! Maybe next time.”
Then, he quickly ran off.
Jay made his way to the stage, picking up the old telecaster he’d bought when he’d first opened this place. Its edges were worn, the strap faded from use. But it was comfortable in his hand and its familiar weight calmed him.
He sat down on the wooden stool, flipping on the amp. The cool metal of the strings pressed into his fingers and he strummed softly. He smiled at the bright chord that echoed through the room, moving his fingers into a G chord.
Then, slowly he began to play a song. He was a little rusty, but he managed, his fingers digging into the strings with a pain that elated him.
He didn’t notice the younger boy who entered until he tripped over a chair.
Jay’s head snapped up, his hands falling on Jungwon. “What are you doing here?”
The boy flushed, holding up a flannel jacket. “Forgot my jacket…you’re good by the way.”
“Get out.”
His flush deepened as he dipped his head in apology. “Okay but…hey. If you ever want to play with other people…we’re actually looking for a new guitarist. Think about it okay?”
Then, Yang Jungwon ran off again, just like before.
Jay sat huddled in the room, arms around his torso as he rocked back and forth. Cold stone pressed against the wounds on his back, a reminder of what he had lost.
The cell door creaked open softly, but he didn’t dare look up.
“Are you okay?”
It was a soft familiar voice.
“Heeseung,” Jay cried, reaching for the boy.
“Hey.” Heeseung held him softly, mindful of the blood soaked bandages. “Don’t cry, please don’t cry. I don’t want to do this already…”
The crying boy’s sobs intensified. “I’m scared.”
Heeseung stroked his hair, his own tears falling like rain. “Do not be scared. He loves you and He will give you all you need to return to the Heavens.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
Jungwon’s face lit up. “You came!”
The room Jay had entered was small, wallpaper peeling, sofa ripped, and jam packed with band equipment. In the left corner was a set of drums, to the right a keyboard and bass.
“Yeah,” He said, softly. “I came.”
He played with the band every weekend, but still, he felt empty.
Except when he was with Jungwon.
The younger boy had become a little ray of sunshine he could look forward to three times a week. He was, albeit a little airheaded, sweet and honest.
An angel.
And perhaps this was him living vicariously through someone else, someone he knew would get to heaven, but he didn’t care.
He sat on the sofa playing riffs on the stratocaster he’d bought, Jungwon humming along.
“Have you ever written your own song?” Jay asked, slowing down a bit.
Jungwon played with his necklace, kicking his legs. “No, I haven’t found anyone or anything worth writing about.”
Jay frowned, setting down his guitar. “You’re so happy all the time and you have nothing worth writing about? I find that hard to believe.”
A small smile graced Jungwon’s features. He looked up, leaning forward so he was in Jay’s personal space. It took all of the boy’s strength not to recoil. “Do you want to know a secret?”
Their breath ricocheted from each other’s lips. “What?”
“I’m not happy all the time.” Jungwon fell back in his seat again, leaving Jay slightly frustrated. “I just find happiness in little things and that’s enough.”
For a moment, Jay thought about this. “So why don’t you write a song about that?”
Jungwon snapped his fingers like some sort of cartoon character. “I’m so happy I could kiss you.”
Was it bad that Jay wouldn’t be mad if he did?
“Do you know what this is?”
Jay looked at the scene before him. Blood and gore covered the field, bodies littered all around. Smoke still rose from the ground where grenades had been thrown.
“No, Father,” Jay said. “What is it?”
A deep, heavy sigh racked His chest. “This is what happens when humans give in to sin. This is what they call war.”
“War? I do not see that now.”
He looked down at Jay, cupping the young angel’s face. “It will come as the centuries fly by. Heaven will dwindle and Hell will grow.”
Jay stood in confusion, looking over the ruins. There was horror in his eyes as his hands shook. “Why can you not stop it?”
For a moment, He stood quietly, turning to face the land. “You must see, young one; I can create, I can give, but I cannot control. There is a balance, child. It must be kept. Where there is dark, there is light. Where there is purity, there is sin. Do you understand?”
Jay nodded, looking out once more. “Yes, Father. I understand.”
Shuhua’s nose wrinkled as she picked through Jay’s apartment. “Ugh, your place smells like human.”
For a moment Jay just stood there collecting himself. “Shuhua, I’m human. It’s going to smell like a human.”
“You could at least be a clean one!”
“I am!”
She snorted, crossing her legs as she leaned on one of his chairs. “You, Brother, have been causing trouble for me, so you must not be clean enough.”
“I’ve indulged in no sins, Shuhua,” Jay said evenly. “I will not falsely confess.”
“The Father Himself has told me his concerns,” She said, picking something out of her teeth. “So don’t lie to me. You fall in love with a human boy, no?”
He fell quiet. The silence between them was heavy, like lead. “You’ve overstayed your welcome Shuhua-”
The doorbell rang.
“Ah, is that him now?” She got up.
“Don’t.”
Shuhua didn’t listen, getting up and walking to the door slowly. “Coming!” She said in a sing-song voice. There are no words to describe how Jungwon’s face fell when she opened the door. “Oh? Who are you?”
“Uhm, Jungwon,” He said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “This seems like a bad time, I’ll come back later.”
“Wait Jungwon-”
“No, it’s fine.” He gave Jay a toothy smile. “It wasn’t important anyways.”
Jay rang Jungwon’s doorbell after a moment of hesitation.
For a while, no one answered, but finally, Jungwon walked to him.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Coffee?”
“Sure.”
They walked silently down the street to the coffee shop, the moon high above them. Jay’s breath closed in front of him as he tried to steady his breathing.
“She’s just a friend,” He finally managed, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
Jungwon shrugged, hiding a smile. “Okay.”
“Okay.”
They walked in silence for a little longer before Jay stopped again. “I like you,” He said, slowly.
“I know,” Said the other, smiling a little wider. “I like you too.”
“Cool.”
“Cool.”
The bitter coffee had never tasted so sweet.
“Let me tell you about love,” Said He, sitting Jay on the steps of Heaven. “It is not something that we can control, Jay.”
“But we can control everything we do,” Said the young angel, blinking with confusion.
“Yes, but not everything we feel.”
“Why?”
He smiled, looking down at Earth. “One day, Jay, you’ll find your one and you’ll understand.”
Jay looked down at the Earth too. “One day.”
Jungwon’s lips fell upon him like honey, his hands trailing up to meet Jay’s hips. If it wasn’t for the very clear feeling of the boy’s fingers against his skin, Jay might’ve thought he was dreaming.
Their lips were pressed together in a dance, their bodies intertwining.
But as Jungwon reached to remove his shirt, Jay pulled away. “Stop.”
Phantom pains ghosted across his scars. “What is it?”
He shook his head silently.
Jungwon leaned his forehead against his. “It’s okay.”
Jay heaved a deep breath, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt. His hands were shaking as he got to the final one.
“You don’t have to.”
Again, Jay shook his head, letting the white button-down fall away. Jungwon’s hands roamed his back until he found the two rises where Jay’s wings had been, now just rough scars and bone.
“You’re beautiful,” Was all he said.
And beautiful was all Jay felt.
#enhypen#divider creds: h-aewo#jaywon#jungwon#jay#park jongseong#kpop#shipfic#icons ctto#jayxjungwon#angel au#fallen angel
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