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Memorize the Mistakes (Kangin/Leeteuk, PG13)
Title: Memorize the Mistakes
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
naturedichotomy
Recipient:yintian
Characters/Pairings: KangTeuk, minor EunHae
Rating: PG-13
Genre(s): Fluff, AU
Warnings: None
Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this! I may have run away with the prompts a little~ It's a little silly, but sweet, too, I hope.
Youngwoon had always believed in magic (or, at least, he had played Magic, every Friday night in his parents' basement with the kids from his neighborhood, until the beginning of his freshman year of college). That is, until there was a flap and a flutter of wings, and there was magically a boy laying on his bed. It pretty much had to be magic, because there hadn't been a single person but him in that bed in all two years he'd had it. But instead of accepting that fact and fanboying over the straight-out-of-a-fantasy-novel creature sprawled across his Superman sheets, his brain staunchly refused to process the situation. After a moment of blinking at the boy, all dazed eyes and flinching wings, Youngwoon turned back to his computer screen. Destroying Kyuhyun's Zerg swarm was way more important than whatever fantasy his sex-deprived brain had come up with.
"Um... hi."
It was talking. Youngwoon grumbled. It was always harder to ignore hallucinations when they talked.
"Who are you?"
He looked over his shoulder with an indignant frown. It would be nice if his mind could come up with a sex dream in which the other person actually knew his name. "Youngwoon. Kim Youngwoon."
"Ah." The boy got up and dusted himself off, face contorting into a scowl as he examined his feathers. "You look different from down here."
Youngwoon really couldn't decide whether to make a "that's what she said" joke, or just run screaming from the room. His brain was rapidly catching up to the situation.
The other boy - maybe he was a man, really, Youngwoon mused, examining the other's hands as they stretching out, working out some kinks or soreness. Those hands looked older than the face. The face, though - it was worth staring at long enough to not care about the hands. Whatever he was, he was speaking again, and Youngwoon had to try really hard to figure out what he was saying.
"Hi... Youngwoon? Do. You. Know. Where. Hyukjae. Is." He was talking slowly, annunciating every word as if Youngwoon couldn't understand him. Finally, the confused man pointed towards the door.
"Right across the hall."
"Thanks. Have you seen Sungmin, by the way?" The winged man-boy was poking his head out of the door, and Youngwoon shook his head dumbly.
"Who?"
"Oh." The man turned back, smiling for the first time since he'd apparently fallen through the ceiling. "Sungmin, your guardian angel. He's... supposed to be around here somewhere."
With that, he left Youngwoon to stare blankly at the door for the next ten minutes, waiting for his mind to catch up.
~~~~~
Hyukjae hadn't seemed to be quite so disturbed by the whole situation; in fact, he was downright giddy about it. By the time Youngwoon caught up to him in the cafeteria the next day, he had the same winged man perched on a chair next to him, half-listening as he adjusted thin glasses on his delicate nose, eyelashes fluttering almost in time with his wings.
"Can I have a pony?" Hyukjae asked, glancing at Youngwoon for only a second.
"Where would you put it?" The man answered.
"A puppy then."
"In a dorm room. You're kidding, right?"
"... A parrot?"
"I'm not Santa Claus, Hyukjae."
"But you're my fairy godmother!"
"Guardian angel, Hyukjae."
"Can I have Hyoyeon, then?"
"The girl from your calculus class?" Youngwoon finally butted in, his waffles not doing quite as good of a job at distracting him as he'd hoped.
"That's actually what I'm here for," the winged man answered, nodding at a girl that walked past, her mouth hanging open.
"To get Hyoyeon to go out with me?"
"To get Hyoyeon to not go out with you. Or, more accurately, to get you to not ask her out."
Hyukjae's responding puppy dog eyes would have melted Youngwoon in a second. "But Eeteuk!"
Youngwoon spit out his coffee all over Eeteuk's cereal. "Your name is Eeteuk?"
Eeteuk cleared his throat and looked downwards as he mumbled. "Technically it's Jungsu, but -"
Youngwoon was already too busy laughing to hear the rest of his explanation, until Jungsu raised his voice a little. "What, this from the kid who asked everyone to call him 'Kangin'?"
It was Hyukjae's turn to laugh, the other two staring at each other with bright red cheeks. "How did you know that?" Youngwoon growled. "That was years ago."
"Hi. Not sure if you've caught up yet, but. Angel over here. I know a lot more than you'd like to admit about your life."
~~~~~
Days later, Youngwoon still wasn't sure why he'd been the one to allow the angel to share his bed. He thought it had involved Hyukjae's puppy dog eyes. It ranged between awkward when Jungsu was awake, because he tossed and turned and Youngwoon was constantly getting feathers in his face, to awkward when Jungsu was asleep, because his face was fucking perfect. Youngwoon found himself studying the curves of his cheeks, the way his lips swelled, his pointed chin. He found himself wondering more than once if angels could read minds, because his staring almost always ended with Jungu's eyes opening suddenly, like his name had been called.
"I still don't understand why you're here," Youngwoon whispered one night just after one of those occasions.
"Guardian angels don't really have much to do." Jungsu had laughed, and Youngwoon had stared, and Jungsu's eyebrows raised in the oddest happy expression. "But you humans are a lot more obvious than you think you are, and we get attached to you. We like to smack some sense into you when you're being dumb."
Youngwoon had only blinked, tired and uncomprehending.
"We're here to help Hyukjae out with his lady problem."
"Oh." Right. There was supposedly another one of them around somewhere.
~~~~~
It was Friday before Sungmin came along; he barrelled into the coffee house one day, surprisingly graceful for how much energy he seemed to have, a long, hand-knit scarf around his neck that he seemed to be adding to as soon as he sat down. "Sorry, ended up in the wrong dorm. So many cases to deal with over there. You should meet this guy Heechul."
"I need your help," Jungsu said in a low voice as Sungmin babbled on happily about the love triangles he'd sorted out. Youngwoon was torn between fascination with this being whom, he was told, watched over him, and the man leaning close to him, breathing into his hair and making him shiver in a way that he absolutely did not want to admit to shivering.
"Hmm?"
"I need you to get Hyoyeon to skip class tomorrow."
~~~~~
It all went by quickly - one minute he was asking Hyoyeon to join him for coffee, putting on his most charming smile when she hesitated, feeling only marginally guilty as he flirted his way through what he supposed might be a date, the next he had Sungmin dragging him away to tell him all about how very brilliant Jungsu was, how he had managed to convince Hyukjae that it was Donghae he couldn't take his eyes off of in math class, not Hyoyeon, how he just knew Hyukjae would get the courage to say something about it soon, and how they were going to miss being here.
He didn't even know it when they'd gone. He went to bed and realized, as he lay alone in his bed for the first time in a week, that it felt empty. Jungsu really had left, he had no one to be annoyed by in the middle of the night when he was trying to sleep.
~~~~~
It was three weeks before there was a flap and a flutter and a boy falling onto his bed. He had almost convinced himself that it had all been a dream, except for the fact that Hyukjae hadn't left his room in two weeks and Youngwoon had most definitely seen Donghae coming and going.
"Morning," Sungmin said cheerfully as he sat up and shook feathers from his hair. Youngwoon was sure they were the feathers from his down pillow. He held back on strangling his guardian angel out of curiosity for why he'd come back.
"Morning."
Sungmin leaned over, his too-cute face scrunched up into a grimace. "Have you showered lately?"
The answer was no, not in three weeks, but Youngwoon wasn't going to say that. It wasn't like he'd had a lot of visitors, what did he need to be clean for?
"Go take a shower before Jungsu gets here."
Youngwoon would never, ever, tell anyone, not even Jungsu, how hard his heart leapt in his chest. "Wait, what?"
Sungmin side-eyed him, straightening up a stack of books that had fallen all over the floor. "You know we do this... all the time, right?"
"What?"
"Meddle."
Youngwoon just stared, a move he felt like he'd been perfecting lately.
Sungmin sighed and sat down. "We might not be able to grant wishes for ponies and stuff, but if there's one thing we know, it's love." He laughed. "Now, don't make me dumb it down for you. He'll be here tonight."
Youngwoon never cleaned so fast in his life. By the time he fell asleep waiting, his room was spotless.
He didn't hear anything this time, only felt the warmth of another body pressing against his, the tickle of feathers on his fingers. He knew Jungsu was there for sure when he felt perfectly swollen lips pressing again his - he knew their every curve, his fingers finding the contours of well-studied cheekbones. Knowing them by heart, he discovered, was very different from knowing them by touch, but he was willing to learn.
Author:
naturedichotomyRecipient:
yintianCharacters/Pairings: KangTeuk, minor EunHae
Rating: PG-13
Genre(s): Fluff, AU
Warnings: None
Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this! I may have run away with the prompts a little~ It's a little silly, but sweet, too, I hope.
Youngwoon had always believed in magic (or, at least, he had played Magic, every Friday night in his parents' basement with the kids from his neighborhood, until the beginning of his freshman year of college). That is, until there was a flap and a flutter of wings, and there was magically a boy laying on his bed. It pretty much had to be magic, because there hadn't been a single person but him in that bed in all two years he'd had it. But instead of accepting that fact and fanboying over the straight-out-of-a-fantasy-novel creature sprawled across his Superman sheets, his brain staunchly refused to process the situation. After a moment of blinking at the boy, all dazed eyes and flinching wings, Youngwoon turned back to his computer screen. Destroying Kyuhyun's Zerg swarm was way more important than whatever fantasy his sex-deprived brain had come up with.
"Um... hi."
It was talking. Youngwoon grumbled. It was always harder to ignore hallucinations when they talked.
"Who are you?"
He looked over his shoulder with an indignant frown. It would be nice if his mind could come up with a sex dream in which the other person actually knew his name. "Youngwoon. Kim Youngwoon."
"Ah." The boy got up and dusted himself off, face contorting into a scowl as he examined his feathers. "You look different from down here."
Youngwoon really couldn't decide whether to make a "that's what she said" joke, or just run screaming from the room. His brain was rapidly catching up to the situation.
The other boy - maybe he was a man, really, Youngwoon mused, examining the other's hands as they stretching out, working out some kinks or soreness. Those hands looked older than the face. The face, though - it was worth staring at long enough to not care about the hands. Whatever he was, he was speaking again, and Youngwoon had to try really hard to figure out what he was saying.
"Hi... Youngwoon? Do. You. Know. Where. Hyukjae. Is." He was talking slowly, annunciating every word as if Youngwoon couldn't understand him. Finally, the confused man pointed towards the door.
"Right across the hall."
"Thanks. Have you seen Sungmin, by the way?" The winged man-boy was poking his head out of the door, and Youngwoon shook his head dumbly.
"Who?"
"Oh." The man turned back, smiling for the first time since he'd apparently fallen through the ceiling. "Sungmin, your guardian angel. He's... supposed to be around here somewhere."
With that, he left Youngwoon to stare blankly at the door for the next ten minutes, waiting for his mind to catch up.
~~~~~
Hyukjae hadn't seemed to be quite so disturbed by the whole situation; in fact, he was downright giddy about it. By the time Youngwoon caught up to him in the cafeteria the next day, he had the same winged man perched on a chair next to him, half-listening as he adjusted thin glasses on his delicate nose, eyelashes fluttering almost in time with his wings.
"Can I have a pony?" Hyukjae asked, glancing at Youngwoon for only a second.
"Where would you put it?" The man answered.
"A puppy then."
"In a dorm room. You're kidding, right?"
"... A parrot?"
"I'm not Santa Claus, Hyukjae."
"But you're my fairy godmother!"
"Guardian angel, Hyukjae."
"Can I have Hyoyeon, then?"
"The girl from your calculus class?" Youngwoon finally butted in, his waffles not doing quite as good of a job at distracting him as he'd hoped.
"That's actually what I'm here for," the winged man answered, nodding at a girl that walked past, her mouth hanging open.
"To get Hyoyeon to go out with me?"
"To get Hyoyeon to not go out with you. Or, more accurately, to get you to not ask her out."
Hyukjae's responding puppy dog eyes would have melted Youngwoon in a second. "But Eeteuk!"
Youngwoon spit out his coffee all over Eeteuk's cereal. "Your name is Eeteuk?"
Eeteuk cleared his throat and looked downwards as he mumbled. "Technically it's Jungsu, but -"
Youngwoon was already too busy laughing to hear the rest of his explanation, until Jungsu raised his voice a little. "What, this from the kid who asked everyone to call him 'Kangin'?"
It was Hyukjae's turn to laugh, the other two staring at each other with bright red cheeks. "How did you know that?" Youngwoon growled. "That was years ago."
"Hi. Not sure if you've caught up yet, but. Angel over here. I know a lot more than you'd like to admit about your life."
~~~~~
Days later, Youngwoon still wasn't sure why he'd been the one to allow the angel to share his bed. He thought it had involved Hyukjae's puppy dog eyes. It ranged between awkward when Jungsu was awake, because he tossed and turned and Youngwoon was constantly getting feathers in his face, to awkward when Jungsu was asleep, because his face was fucking perfect. Youngwoon found himself studying the curves of his cheeks, the way his lips swelled, his pointed chin. He found himself wondering more than once if angels could read minds, because his staring almost always ended with Jungu's eyes opening suddenly, like his name had been called.
"I still don't understand why you're here," Youngwoon whispered one night just after one of those occasions.
"Guardian angels don't really have much to do." Jungsu had laughed, and Youngwoon had stared, and Jungsu's eyebrows raised in the oddest happy expression. "But you humans are a lot more obvious than you think you are, and we get attached to you. We like to smack some sense into you when you're being dumb."
Youngwoon had only blinked, tired and uncomprehending.
"We're here to help Hyukjae out with his lady problem."
"Oh." Right. There was supposedly another one of them around somewhere.
~~~~~
It was Friday before Sungmin came along; he barrelled into the coffee house one day, surprisingly graceful for how much energy he seemed to have, a long, hand-knit scarf around his neck that he seemed to be adding to as soon as he sat down. "Sorry, ended up in the wrong dorm. So many cases to deal with over there. You should meet this guy Heechul."
"I need your help," Jungsu said in a low voice as Sungmin babbled on happily about the love triangles he'd sorted out. Youngwoon was torn between fascination with this being whom, he was told, watched over him, and the man leaning close to him, breathing into his hair and making him shiver in a way that he absolutely did not want to admit to shivering.
"Hmm?"
"I need you to get Hyoyeon to skip class tomorrow."
~~~~~
It all went by quickly - one minute he was asking Hyoyeon to join him for coffee, putting on his most charming smile when she hesitated, feeling only marginally guilty as he flirted his way through what he supposed might be a date, the next he had Sungmin dragging him away to tell him all about how very brilliant Jungsu was, how he had managed to convince Hyukjae that it was Donghae he couldn't take his eyes off of in math class, not Hyoyeon, how he just knew Hyukjae would get the courage to say something about it soon, and how they were going to miss being here.
He didn't even know it when they'd gone. He went to bed and realized, as he lay alone in his bed for the first time in a week, that it felt empty. Jungsu really had left, he had no one to be annoyed by in the middle of the night when he was trying to sleep.
~~~~~
It was three weeks before there was a flap and a flutter and a boy falling onto his bed. He had almost convinced himself that it had all been a dream, except for the fact that Hyukjae hadn't left his room in two weeks and Youngwoon had most definitely seen Donghae coming and going.
"Morning," Sungmin said cheerfully as he sat up and shook feathers from his hair. Youngwoon was sure they were the feathers from his down pillow. He held back on strangling his guardian angel out of curiosity for why he'd come back.
"Morning."
Sungmin leaned over, his too-cute face scrunched up into a grimace. "Have you showered lately?"
The answer was no, not in three weeks, but Youngwoon wasn't going to say that. It wasn't like he'd had a lot of visitors, what did he need to be clean for?
"Go take a shower before Jungsu gets here."
Youngwoon would never, ever, tell anyone, not even Jungsu, how hard his heart leapt in his chest. "Wait, what?"
Sungmin side-eyed him, straightening up a stack of books that had fallen all over the floor. "You know we do this... all the time, right?"
"What?"
"Meddle."
Youngwoon just stared, a move he felt like he'd been perfecting lately.
Sungmin sighed and sat down. "We might not be able to grant wishes for ponies and stuff, but if there's one thing we know, it's love." He laughed. "Now, don't make me dumb it down for you. He'll be here tonight."
Youngwoon never cleaned so fast in his life. By the time he fell asleep waiting, his room was spotless.
He didn't hear anything this time, only felt the warmth of another body pressing against his, the tickle of feathers on his fingers. He knew Jungsu was there for sure when he felt perfectly swollen lips pressing again his - he knew their every curve, his fingers finding the contours of well-studied cheekbones. Knowing them by heart, he discovered, was very different from knowing them by touch, but he was willing to learn.