#celxjunsu

20: upside down kiss

Most people didn’t actually believe Seunghyun whenever he described his apartment. He kept saying it was small- really really small- like so tiny he could barely walk around inside it from one end to another without hitting something. They all assured him that it couldn’t possibly be that bad; someone as tall as he was had to be able to afford a place with a ceiling that at least didn’t make him hunch over like a gremlin, right?

That is, until they actually fucking saw it. True to his words, it was a mini studio apartment, practically everything in one and a half rooms and all his stuff squashed together. He managed to keep a bit of floor space open and just enough area empty for the futon in the living space, but the edge of it jutted into what masqueraded as a kitchen- the bathroom sitting just beyond it. It was almost criminal, living in a place this small but he had no choice.

He shrugged at Junsu’s raised eyebrows as the angel appraised his surroundings. “I told you it was small,” he warned, chuckling a little and flopping down on the futon. “But I’ll tell you what it does have that’s pretty amazing?” He smiled mischievously. “Absolutely terrible privacy. You wouldn’t believe how easy it is to steal other people’s cable in this place. Here, I’ll show you.”

Two hours and a couple drinks of soju later, they were scarfing down popcorn and binge-watching some intense, crazy game show, laughing at the stunts and throwing popcorn at the television. Junsu now dominated the futon, laying across it with his head tilted upside-down over the side, while Seunghyun spread out his body on the floor just beside it.

“You know, I kind of hate to admit this but… this was fun.” Seunghyun chuckled lowly and turned his head to Junsu, smirking a bit. He never thought he’d ever befriend a fucking angel but, well… Junsu was alright.

“Are you… Are you kicking me out right now?? We’re not done!” Junsu pointed to the TV, appalled that Seunghyun would throw him out at such a critical episode.

“No! I’m not! I’m just saying.” He huffed. “And I’m not repeating it, ever, so I hope you heard me.”

Junsu paused for a long moment, but Seunghyun could see the large grin on his face in his peripheral vision. “Okay okay, just don’t kiss me or anything.”

Now it was Seunghyun’s turn to grin widely as he turned his face towards Junsu’s. Before the angel could realize what Seunghyun was doing, he quickly grabbed the his face and held him still.

“No! No stop-!”

Seunghyun puckered his lips and smushed them against Junsu’s struggling head.

“SO GROSS- LET GO!”

“I love you bro!”

19: underwater     kiss  (๑˃́ε˂̀๑ )

(i finally get to do yours T T)

Jiyong can’t believe this idiot, he knows he can be quitea klutz and most of the time in his own world, but this feat—it has takeneverything up a notch. He doesn’t quite remember how and why Junsu has draggedhim to the beach, but just know that it has somehow happened, and the angel (it’scute at the thought that they’re even friends) has been happily playing in theshallow waters near the shore but while chasing god knows what, he’s gone deeperinto the end, and now, he seems to be drowning.

“Ji!” Jiyong hears muffled shouting as he smokes his cigarette(Junsu would be there to swat the cigarette out of his mouth but he’s in thewaters like a kid so Jiyong takes this as an opportunity), and whips his headaround.  A sight of frantic waving andmuch slushing and splashing in the sea, quite a distance from the shore greetsthe demon. Jiyong lets his jaw drop, and so does his cigarette, so he stubs itand teleports in the water immediately.

Proabably a bad idea,though time is of essence, because Jiyong feels how cold the water is(especially since the sun has recently set) and it sends shiver down his spine.He holds Junsu tight, but he’s gone limp. What the fuck, he hasn’t actuallydrowned has he? He could regenerate his own cells, couldn’t he? So Jiyong fullsubmerge himself in the water, and it’s salty and coldcoldcold, and it stings his eyes a little at first when heopens them, but he adjusts quickly to it. Junsu has his eyes closed, lipsclosed, but bubbles form around his mouth and he’s kind of sinking and Jiyongactually panics. Without a second thought, he pulls the angel close to him andcrashes his lips against his (soft lips, a tiny resistance pulling Jiyong backdue to the currents but their lips fit perfectly as Jiyong tilts his head tothe right) , in hopes of passing oxygen. It looks fairly easy in the movies,but he doesn’t even know what he’s really doing, probably stealing his oxygen instead for all he knows. And then Jiyongberates himself, because he could just teleport them back to shore instead ofsticking his tongue down angel’s throat, and that’s when he realizes Junsu’s kissinghim back.

Jiyong’s eyes fire up openimmediately and Junsu smiles into the kiss, hugging the demon rather tightly,legs entwined with each other. Jiyong breaks the kiss and wills them up abovewater, and inhales deeply feeling the fresh air broadening his lungs. “Hyung!” Jiyong says, incredulous. “Ahealer can’t swim, really?” He eyes him and a grin breaks on Junsu’s face. “Ihad a leg cramp,”

I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

“You have dishonored our people.” Jia took her foam sword and raised it up into the air.

“You have failed our Father.” Her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes narrowed to Junsu’s pleading eyes.

“Now you shall die.” Jia screamed loudly as she swung the sword to Junsu’s neck, hitting it lightly. Junsu screamed exaggeratedly and placed his hands on his neck. Jia laughed and pushed Junsu with her leg as if pushing him out of her sword. The male grunted as he hit the floor.

7. My muse will slap your muse

There were moments where Jia would zone out in her own thoughts and in other people’s memories. She reflects on the different pasts she had been able to see. Some were lighthearted: marriages, parties, family reunions. Others were terrifying and gruesome that gave her goosebumps whenever she remembered them.

At the time, a specific past flickered in her mind, coming in images because she was doing her best to get rid of it. There was blood on the walls and a piercing scream. There was a face in the distance that was coming closer, teasing with sudden stops. 

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The first day in Seoul was daunting. The people did not understand her and she couldn’t understand them either. She felt trapped in her own self and could not find a way to communicate with other people without making a complete fool of herself. But as days passed, she managed to learn a few words and understand many things about Seoul and the people. Even if she couldn’t speak, observation had brought her a long way.

Walking down the busy street of Seoul, Jia headed towards a pastry shop she made sure to visit often. The pastries were delicious and there was someone she wanted to see, but along the way, Jia spotted a strong light aurora across the street. It was the first she had seen and it would be a lie to say she didn’t want to run up to the person and hug them tightly. It had been to a point where she thought she was the only angel and finding this person was certainly a sign from her Father.

Jia impatiently waited for the light to turn red and the little figure to turn on. It felt like ages and she was happy that the person was standing there and not walking away from her. She watched his posture and the way he was looking around. It was obvious he was lost or looking for someone... maybe she could help?

The figure turned on and Jia was already walking down the street, leaving the others behind. Out of impulse, she smiled as she neared towards him. There was nothing in her mind other than ‘he’s an angel.’ Jia’s happiness could not be explained and once she was standing in front of him, her mind came back and realized the problem. Jia, a woman who does not know  the Korean language was standing in front of a Korean man and she did not know how to explain why she was there in the first place. 

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Usually a guy’ hair wouldn’t matter to her, in fact, Seulgi always had a thing for men with bed hair or with their hair pushed back. In a week, she would be having her dance performance and unfortunately for her, Seulgi’ original partner had called prior, saying he couldn’t make it. But luckily for her, the angel had offered and when he did, there was no way he was about to bail on her now. 

“Don’t move.”

Seulgi didn’t get much but a smile from him as he laid on the cold floor.

“Su-su!” 

The (loud) voice echoed along the hospital’s corridors, making staff flinch as they placed the voice to its owner, a red-haired boy currently bounding down the hallway. Unfortunately for the ‘su-su’ in question, L.Joe had taken a liking to the doctor since their last meeting at the park and decided that today, being bored, he was going to pay the man a visit.

“Dr Angel~” he burst into Junsu’s office, uncaring of the fact that it had, actually, been locked. No lock could keep out L.Joe; not one that had been invented, anyhow. 

“Wha-” 

“It’s story time!” Momentarily, the boy studied the older male’s face, wondering if the look was shock or resignation. He hoped it wasn’t resignation, that wouldn’t be fun anymore. A flick of his fingers and the paperwork on Junsu’s desk flew upwards to stick itself on the ceiling in the shape of a (dead) smiley face, L.Joe jumping up to occupy the space where they used to be. 

He took a deep breath.

“I found this the other day, Su-su,” he started, laughing, “and I wanna ask if it’s true! Do pigs really have curly penises?” The mortician placed the book down in front of the angel and giggled, reaching into his coat and pulling out a pig’s penis. “Because,” he continued, quietly committing the look on Junsu’s face to memory, “that’s pretty cool, huh. Hey, if you can manipulate stuff to heal it, can you make my penis curly?”