Chapter 1

Start of Day

"His time is almost up ne?" a raven haired man standing at the tip of the tower told his friend. Both men wore long shiny black coats and even black slick shoes that blended well together. But of course, as much as they stood out, no one would be able to see them since they are what humans call the reapers. They choose the people who can see them. "This one is yours right?"

"Of course, Jaejoong," the taller man replied with cold yet blank eyes. "In two days time...he looses his life."

"So how are you going to deal with this one?" the man called Jaejoong asked.

"There's no difference with this one. I handle all people the same. I shall tell him of course. Then I'll watch him crumble and weep until there's no time left. There's only two days left anyways. He can cry his eyes out and I'll just watch him."

"You're so cruel Changmin-ah," Jaejoong sighed. "But I can't do anything about that. He's your mission after all."

The taller man smirked. "I'm glad you know Jajoong. But for now, I'll get going," said Changmin as he jumped off the building. As a reaper, he loved this feeling -- the feeling of air rushing through the tiny hairs of his skin. He closed his eyes as his black wings opened up in the air, helping him glide through the streets.

In this city they call Seoul, much people were too busy. He watched and looked around for wasted and yet very well controlled lives. "Useless humans..." Changmin sighed as he retracted his wings once again. He walked through an alleyway to discreetly transform himself into his human form without anyone noticing.

The main man for his mission for the next two days is Jung Yunho. Age 25. Occupation: Cardiac Surgeon.

"Pfft..." Changmin looked up at the sky as rain started to pour. What was the point of living anyways? These people taking up space on Earth never had anyhing special. At least that's what he thought. Everyone-- every single one breathing in this planet are all useless. To gain a better life, they make themselves suffer at the same time. It doesn't make sense.

He walked around. For sure, this city was very well covered in darkness. Everywhere he turned, under age smorking, drunkards, and homeless men would surround the side walk. Such useless depressing lives they live. They should just take their lives now.

Aimlessly, he walked around th neighborhood for a while not knowing what he was doing. His mind just drew blank. But finally, he stopped walking when he stumbled upon the apartment building he's been wanting to get to.

"How tiring," Changmin said as he yawned. Reaching the floor he wanted, he looked for apartment number 505. So this is where this doctor lives. I wonder why he lives here even if he's a doctor. He could easily get a more suited place for men like him.

He pushed the button to ring the doorbell.

No one answered.

He then rang it again.

No one answered.

"What great timing Changmin," he talked to himself. "He's not even here."

Instead of leaving, with wet clothes he just went to sleep in front of Jung Yunho's apartment door.

How troublesome.

As a reaper he didn't feel the need to think about many things. What happened to his past life? He never really knew. The people he had connections with? He must have forgotten. It's been 5 years since he's been a reaper. At least that's what he knew. All this time, he felt like there was a huge piece missing in his ... heart? Do reapers even have hearts?

Whatever. He could ask that heart surgeon man later...His eyes just closed in on him. It was getting pretty late.

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"Hello?" a man bent down in front of the sleeping figure. It was currently 2 AM in the morning.

He watched as Changmin breathed in very deeply as he regained consciousness of where he was.

"It's you..." Changmin replied as he looked away to rub this feeling of tiredness out of his system. "I've been waiting for a while."

"Changmin?" The man called out his name as he examined his face more closer.

"How do you know my name?" Changmin questioned, still half asleep.

"Hmm... you were mumbling a name out?" Yunho answered, smiling at him. He finally stood up. "I just guessed."

The man was still in his uniform with the usual white coat and a brief case. He had to admit, this guy was pretty well off as one of these useless humans he always called.

"I see," Changmin stood up as well.

"It's nice to meet you Changmin," Yunho reached out his hand. "My name is Jung Yunho, but listening you call my name, you probably know then."

"Changmin," the taller man said as he shook Yunho's hand.

"Do you have a sur name Changmin?"

"..." the taller man thought about that question for a moment. Wow, he didn't have one didn't he? His name was Changmin. But that was it. The question itself made him smile. "I don't remember."

Jung Yunho laughed too gently. "Would you like to come in and shower so that you could get dried up? It's awefully cold tonight." Yunho took the knob and placed his key inside turning it. The door then opened. "Come in and join me for tea. You look like you have something to say to me."

How nice. This man was going to die. That's all Changmin knew. It made him anticipate to see these types of characters fall to pieces when they find out the their life is ticking away too quickly.

"I appreciate your hospitality," Changmin replied. "Thank you."

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Half an hour passed and both tried to settle and adjust with each other's presence. There was no point in staying here, but since Yunho offered then might as well.

"Here Changmin," Yunho slid the tea in front of him on the table. "It's still hot."

"I apologize for troubling you at this late hour," Changmin took a seat in the kitchen after taking his bath that Yunho had wanted him to take.

"It's alright," the other man said in a gentle tone. "How's the fit of my lovers clothes on you?"

"It's perfect surprisingly," Changmin replied as he watched the gentle man's features too intently. "It feels like something I'd wear."

Yunho smiled. "That's great."

"But wouldn't he be jealous?" It seems like curiosity go the better of Changmin today. He was really inerested which topics would made the other man tick.

Whatever Changmin was doing, it seems to have been working. After the mention of his lover, the man's gentle smiles turned down a level.

"Well..." Yunho seemed to have been caught off guard by the question. The hint of sadness that his face emitted well, Changmin saw, but yet, it was well covered up with a laugh. "He's gone now."

Knowing what he meant, Changmin decided to leave the subject alone. There was this dead silence between them after this coversation. Both of them didn't know how to start the conversation but however, this atmosphere surprisingly didn't feel awkward.

Both just drank their tea comfortably enjoying each other's company.

"So, you have business with me right?" Yunho finally intiated the conversation after ten minutes of silence. It really made Changmin feel warmth for the first time.

"I do, but I'm just delaying the time," Changmin told him as he sipped a bit of the tea. "I'm keeping myself entertained with you."

"But it's getting pretty late don't you think?" Yunho told him. "Just say it. I can probably take it."

"Ninety-nine percent, Jung Yunho, that's how big of a chance you won't be able to," the taller man just warned him.

"Then that just means you have to tell me now right?"

Changmin watched as Yunho's fingers became pale from holding the cup too tight. But if he didn't look at those fingers, then he would be fooled by that gentle mask that's emitting from Yunho's face.

"Well, my business with you lasts for two days," Chagmin finally started his mission. "I'll be brief with you."

"You sound so serious. You're making me worried a bit," Yunho finally said. The gentleness of his facial expressions were still intact to Changmin's surprise.

"Well, what can I say? It is a serious topic."

For another minute, nobody spoke. For Changmin, he found great warmth in these times but still, he didn't know why. Everything in this house just emitted the feeling of familiarity. It felt nice.

But before he could appreciate these feelings, he knew he had to break it somehow. And this would be the best time.

Changmin breathed in as he watched Yunho look at him so intently. "So, I know this would sound unbelievable..." he paused, "but you're dying aren't you. You look like this and yet you're weaker than you really are."

Yunho scoffed. "How did you know?"

"You'll meet your own death bed in two days time to be exact. Six o'clock in the afternoon," he continued on.

"What?" Yunho was trying to translate all the words Changmin was spilling in his head. However, out of all these words confusing him, his smile was still intact. "My death huh?" He looked down at his cup.

"It's so hard to talk to you for some reason. I thought you'd be the type to cry till you die," Changmin told the confused man. "Aren't you supuposed to be scared? You're going to die. Don't you treasure your life?"

"I do treasure it but you don't expect me to just believe your right?"

"How do I know this?" Changmin placed his unfinished tea down. He wasn't satisfied with the reactions he was getting. "Do you really want to know?"

Yunho nodded with gentle features still bursting from his expressions.

This was no fun at all. He was expecting some crying or at least tears from this man but he wasn't getting any. He couldn't help but feel frustrated from some reason.

"Then I'll tell you. All you need to do is ask and you'll get it." Without any warnings at all, Changmin pushed his chair out and stood up. And in one swoop of his finger, the lights closed in the apartment.

"You're too serious with life Changmin-ah," Yunho suddenly said not being able to see anything. "I don't get what you're trying to do but don't you think you're being too much?"

"It's probably not because I'm serious," Changmin walked effortlessly behind Yunho without any presence at all. He placed his lips right beside te still man's ear. "It's most likely because I can't feel anything. I don't know if I have even the slightest bit of emotions or even feelings left in me at all. So, Jung Yunho, do you think I still have a heart?"

The lights .

Yunho started to feel shivers running down his back from the sudden feel of Changmin's presence behind him. "What are you Changmin?" His face changed suddenly turning pale.

"I'm a reaper," the emotionless man walked at the other side of the table once again. His wings now totally stretched from wall to wall of the apartment. "And in two days time, I shall watch you die."

Yunho just gazed at those feathers that fell from the slightest movements the man had made. They were beautiful but yet so dark.

"I'm going to die huh?" Yunho painfully smiled at himself and looked down on his cup of tea. "It can't be avoided anyways. It's going to be because of heart failure right? How ironic."

"It seems you do know when you're going to die." Changmin sat from where he stood. "I don't understand. You're so young and yet you don't fear for your life. You're suppose to beg me to keep your life... or something along those lines."

"My heart died with my lover a long time ago. I'm just waiting for a chance to see him again." Yunho just stared at Changmin for the longest time. "Yet, I'm scared if I'll be in pain."

Changmin laughed gently. "I really don't get you. But you probably loved this man didn't you?"

"Yeah," Yunho answered as he stared intently at the man in front of him. "I'm so near him but yet so far away."

"You need to stop talking now," Changmin told him. "So what do you plan on doing for the rest of your days?"

"I was thinking of just working till I die but that's no fun," Yunho finally stood up and took both their tea cups. "I can just call in sick and go out of the city. Do you want to come around with me?"

What the hell? That's what Changmin initially thought when he heard this question.

"I can't believe you're asking me to come with you as well," Changmin looked at him puzzled. "You don't even know me that well. I'm the guy who will take your life. I'm the one who's making you miserable yet you still want me to stay with you?"

"Then I'll pretend I do know you. You can turn into a human right? You can be my friend for the last days of my life. You see, I'm a doctor so I don't have time to make friends," the seemingly not bothered man answered as he looked at Changmin's direction. "You look like someone who will enjoy the same things as me."

Their eyes suddenly just hooked into each other's. Changmin couldn't help but get flustered. What was he feeling? He looked away.

"Isn't it time for you to sleep?" He said instead. He could've sworn he saw that Jung Yunho smirk for some reason.

"Well, yes. I am tired."

"I'll be at the roof then," the taller man got up and headed towards the door. "I'm assuming you'll just leave in the morning and drag me along with you."

"Would you like to sleep with me on my bed instead?" Yunho asked abruptly. "I'm sure it'll be more comfortable."

"Do you have some ulterior motive with dying Jung Yunho?" Changmin got a little bit frustrated. He really wanted to see the man cry for some reason. "Aren't humans suppose to be afraid to die?"

"What makes you think I'm not scared?" Yunho replied as he looked down. "I am deathly scared."

"Your attitude... everything!" the black winged man shot back. He walked towards Yunho.

"Why do you think I'm asking you to sleep beside me?" the shorter man questioned him.

"I have no idea. You tell me."

"I'm only human so I am scared. Would you sleep beside me?" Yunho asked. "I'm scared to die."

"I don't get how you having me beside you tonight will help, but if what you say and ask is serious then I'll pretend to understand you."