#fallensehun

The gun was pointed to his temple, tears streaming down the male's face. Yixing was shaking, his finger on the trigger. Sehun reared forward, trying to grab the weapon but Yixing tightened his finger on it. Sehun paused, eyes flickering between the gun and the man holding it.

"Wh-What's wrong?" his cold facade was quickly forgotten.

Yixing let out a low growl, the chaos in his head screaming. "The wall, the wall," he was muttering, whispering to himself, "The wall in my head. It's breaking down, it's weak I can feel it. I just need to give it one last push and, and and..."

"And what?" Sehun demanded, not understanding his words.

"And I can understand! The wall is hiding something, these dreams mean something and I'm so close. Understanding, all the knowledge I want. I know it's behind that wall. I can hear it whispering but it's not clear," his fingers repositioned themselves on the gun, "This gun is the forbidden fruit and I just need to take one bite. One bite and everything is mine, all the knowledge."

"Yixing... you're mad... you're mad. Stop this."

"You don't understand!" he screamed, tears mixing with his saliva. The gun was now pointed at Sehun, point blank at his chest. "This... scratching in my head. I want to hear it and all I have to do is break down the wall. The dreams I have are real, I know it. I can live those dreams if I break down the wall."

"What's so damn great about these dreams anyway?" Sehun asked, voice not wavering despite the gun at the left side of his chest, "They're just dreams."

"Because I have a family in my dreams!" Yixing was breaking down, his voice louder and hands shaking harder. "In my dreams I have people who care about me and take care of me and worry when I step out of the house! Do you know what I have in this life?"

There was silence and Yixing continued, "I have no one. Do you know what my parents said when I left to board the plane to Korea? After over twenty years of being with them, do you know what they said when their son was about to go to another country?"

Sehun was quiet. Nothing was said, and Yixing's mad smile returned, "Exactly. You've got it. They said nothing."

Yixing drew the gun back and pressed it against his temple once again. The cool barrel felt nice. The barrier was so close to being broken down. He could almost feel the family from another life opening their arms to greet him.

"Yixing..."

Yixing raised his head, drawing his attention away from the table he had been wiping to look at the owner of the voice that sounded familiar. He flinched before he had even set eyes on the fuming male. His jaw began to tingle just at the sight of him.

"Can you understand me, China boy?" the other spoke quickly, blurring his words together purposely  Yixing could, in fact, understand Korean rather well. There were always people who would pick on him for it and it seemed like Sehun had found a liking for making him feel miserable.

"I heard you, sir. I'll get you a new drink right away."

Yixing reached out to take the cup from his customer, wearing a slightly terrified smile. It was his job to please the customers and he needed this job. Sehun handed it over, letting his grip go loose before Yixing had a hold on it. The glass fell to the floor, shattering loudly. Yixing's eyes snapped up towards Sehun's where he was met with an extremely smug face.

"Did I ask you to die?" he hissed, fist slamming against the tombstone. His body was shaking violently, a mixture of rage and an emotion that the fallen angel couldn't place. He gripped the stone, staring at it as his chest heaved in an attempt to bring more oxygen to his lungs. The rain was harder against his back, soaking him straight through his clothing. He let out a bitter laugh, lips curling up in a twisted smile, "I didn't even get to punch you again. Little vegetarian freak."

His hands slipped on the wet marble and he fell into a crumbled mess atop the mud. He continued to laugh, insanity slowly crawling up on him. He pressed his face against the cold stone, forehead most likely bruising at the force. He narrowed his eyes, focusing on the indents in the stone where they had carved his name, "There's just one more thing."

that is the worst pun i have heard in my entire life. go sit in the corner and think about what you’ve done

its because your typist wants to pet castiel, isn’t it?

Ah (/his eyes brighten visibly in an expression of joy) Parlez-vous français, mademoiselle? (/the corners of his mouth tilt up into a smile) It’s been an awful bore so far, perhaps you could change that for me?

i kind of read ‘tuck as ‘fuck’. -coughs loudly- maybe that was too much information