Angels Die
Description
He is beautiful, he is divine. He is unsightly, he never gives a damn. His mouth spills flattery but fires cusses. He smiles, he radiates, he inspires. He spits, he stabs. He is an angel.
Angels sin. Angels cheat.
Angels lie. Angels cry.
Sadly...
Angels die.
Foreword
Title: Angels Die
Pairing: Daehyun/Youngjae
Genre: general, romance, angst
Rating: PG
word count: 8, 385
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Jung Daehyun, twenty-three years old, majored in English Literature, Top ten of his batch and a known homoual who isn’t afraid to flaunt it off on campus or outside, especially at Itaewon, a place I just learned was where you can be who you actually are without much discrimination. I found it hard to believe. Daehyun doesn’t look the part of some promiscuous person for that matter. He was confident, and he was surely oozing a lot during that night but gay and showy about it? I shook my head when I heard Jongup said it himself.
“How could you say something like that about your own cousin?” I asked, curious and appalled by the lack of empathy thereof. It was a free period, a time that rarely happens now that we’re interns.
Jongup leaned on the table with his chin resting on his palms. “Because that’s the truth,” he simply said.
“Wow, what an empathetic cousin you are, and here I thought you guys have this strong family bond.”
Jongup laughed softly, as we were in the library. “And someone’s interested in someone,” he teased.
“I am n–”
I was cut off by the sudden intrusion of loud booming music from somewhere near the entrance. All heads turned to the culprit although he had caused a few gossips, the voices drowned out and died down in minutes as the other people in the library had went back to their previous actions – reading.
“Oh, there you are!” we heard the person yelled from across the hall, as his eyes found us. He was again reprimanded by the scary, middle aged librarian and took his Ipod and headphones as punishment. Daehyun walked towards our table grumpily and dropped himself on a chair next to Jongup minutes later, grumbling and complaining about going to the Students’ Affairs Office again. Again? How many times has he been there anyway?
“Well, what do you expect?” Jongup said casually and amused, without looking away from his book.
“I wonder if they’d give me an award for most visits to the SAO?” Daehyun joked.
“Dae, you forgot to mention the Dean’s office as well,” Jongup helped.
Wow, they’re talking about being called for being a nuisance as if it was something to be proud of. Daehyun must’ve noticed me shaking my head as he chuckled and smiled at me, tilting his head to the side and said something insulting. But I’m not like anyone, yes, I think normally people would’ve kicked his balls for it but I couldn’t really care and I ignored him by putting on my headset.
I could hear a few muffled voices of the cousins talking. Jongup and Daehyun were really close despite how they’d probably talk coldly of the other behind their backs. They were talking as if they haven’t met each other for years.
An hour later, as I looked up finally, just to stretch my neck, cause it has gotten stiff. I found Daehyun’s head on the table, his breathing steady and slow. I took off my headphones when I saw Jongup’s lips moving. He was asking me about some points, medically related then we started sharing and discussing whatever we’ve read, clarifying each other of some points when I noticed a small circular bruise with demarcated border almost perfectly hidden by Daehyun’s shirt’s collar if not for his sleeping position. So perhaps, whatever I’ve been hearing were true.
But why have I been hearing about most of it now, when according to Jongup, Daehyun’s been the way he is since high school? And who was the person that gave him that mark? How many has he left exactly? Suddenly, I wanted to do a thorough physical examination, something I almost dread as much as writing the documents.
“Think carefully,” Jongup’s soft voice cut off my train of thought.
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