Have this Wish, I wish tonight... [One-shot]
Title: Have this Wish, I wish tonight…
Genre: Dark, Psychological
Rating: R
Pairing: Hyunjoong/Youngsaeng
Warning: AU, Graphic Scenes
Summary: Some wishes aren’t meant to be answered…
[A/N: Inspired by the song ‘Bad Apple’ by Masayoshi Minoshima feat. nomico. Has very relation to it however, except of the aspect of selfishness and despair. Will write the real fic I want to write linked to this song after I get over this stupid dry spell…]
Don’t ask for an angel to watch over you
Don’t sit in a corner and pray
That your troubles will be over
The problem is not that perhaps it will be answered
The problem is who answers it.
~*~
It is to Hyunjoong’s delight when he discovers there is an angel now answering his prayers. He finds out one day, after a string of uncanny coincidences - all of which involving him wishing hurt on another, and all of his wishes coming true.
The voice which whispers into his ear and asks if he is happy is sweet and lyrical. It is like the sound of birds singing, and Hyunjoong turns to discover a face as sweet.
“No one else can see me, silly.” The angel’s laughter peals like crystal bells when Hyunjoong turns around rapidly to see if anyone else notices a man floating off the street in white, earning strange looks for himself. “Only you.”
“Who are you?” Hyunjoong asks after pulling his handphone to his ear, and pretending that he is taking a call. “Why are you here?”
“Oh… I’m your angel.” The wondrous being purrs into his ear, with a sound that is almost a laugh. “And I’m here to make your wishes come true.”
~*~
Having an angel is fun, Hyunjoong decides, as he watches the ones he once called tormentors meet puzzling series of accidents too coincidental to be called that, yet too mind-boggling not to be.
He is having so much fun watching Youngsaeng do his work, invisible to anyone else, that he is stunned when Youngsaeng asks him to join him one day.
“But why should I risk myself when I already have you to do my work for me?” Hyunjoong asks with a puzzled lilt in his voice as Youngsaeng laughs.
“Wishes run out, you know.” Youngsaeng smiles as he leans onto Hyunjoong’s shoulder and the human’s heart flutters at the sight. “Besides, it is a lot more fun doing it yourself.”
“You’re right.” Hyunjoong comments to Youngsaeng hours after, and he is wiping blood from his hands. The angel pauses from picking up the soiled knife of evidence in question, and Hyunjoong gladly answers.
“It is a lot more fun doing it myself.”
~*~
The second kill is the one Hyunjoong enjoys best. The memory of killing is fresh in his mind, and the second time, it is just a sweet. This time, he has even more fun in the planning, in the excitement. It is not a messy death of the heady rush, but the cold result of calculation.
Hyunjoong disposes the fireplace poker himself, and grins at how remains of grey matter still stick to it where it had sunk into soft skull like a bowling bowl into compressed cotton.
A question pops into his brain as he walks off into the night, leaving his latest victim behind. And he turns to see the ever smiling angel standing behind him, and he smiles back as he asks. “How many wishes do I have left?”
“Oh… quite a few.” Youngsaeng answers vaguely. “But don’t worry. You will know when your wishes run out.”
And Hyunjoong has to be content with that, for no matter how much he pries, Youngsaeng’s lips remain sealed.
~*~
It is on the fourth kill that Hyunjoong comes to a realization, and he turns around whilst he twists the screwdriver deeper into his screaming victim with a calm questioning look.
“What is it am I saving my wishes for?” Hyunjoong asks the smiling angel, who smile grows deeper at the question.
“Well…” Youngsaeng’s voice is light as he glides forward, hand tangling into the sweat-matted strands of Hyunjoong’s hair. “You could wish for me to show you.”
And so Hyunjoong does.
He quickly finds that he enjoys things rough, and he is screaming a symphony as Youngsaeng fucks him hard, driving into him again and again and again while the body under him grows colder while he grows hotter.
~*~
It is the ninth kill going on a million, and Hyunjoong feels like he’s going to collapse. He hasn’t eaten, hasn’t slept. Those things feel useless and dull to him now - and they cannot satisfy where they once did. The only things that he wants and craves are the feel of blood on his hands, and the touch of his beloved angel.
He stumbles back into his room, clothes soiled with dirt and blood, hands covered with the same. There are tears of need in his eyes as he falls prostrate in front of Youngsaeng, who looks down at him with that same graceful smile.
“Please… touch me.” He begs, clutching onto the pure robes. “Hold me. Love me.”
Youngsaeng leans down and does. He picks Hyunjoong up and loves him as is the human’s wish like he always does.
“One wish down.” Youngsaeng comments as he touching Hyunjoong through his clothes, making the human buck and moan.
“How many more?” the question is less curious and more obligatory, as if Hyunjoong has gotten used to asking but doesn’t really want to know.
Hyunjoong waits for the standard answer - that he will know when the times comes when all this will end. But Youngsaeng doesn’t answer, only smiles a smile of cracks.
It is then that Hyunjoong knows.
When the police come, they are about to open the door when it bangs open itself and a hysterical man runs out from behind it. His eyes are wide with fevered desperation, and he pounces onto a cop, strangling him, nails that have not been cut for days, digging straight into the skin and flesh.
The shot which gets him is the first shot. And he falls to the ground, emitting quickly the smell of death which mixes with the smell of decay that wafts out from his room. And the police shudder, a few brave ones staring into that gaping whole of darkness, and all of them wonder what madness had gripped this once bright, young man so that he had been so tarnished with sin.
They cannot see the angel, now garbed raw and pain, lick his sore-stained lips and pick the screaming soul from the body. They cannot see Hyunjoong, weak-willed even in death, stare full-eyed into the face of sin, too late in realizing he wishes he never had.
They cannot see the doors of hell opening, and the harsh raven cries that sound, to welcome their new denizen, as Satan drags yet another one down.
~*~
Genre: Dark, Psychological
Rating: R
Pairing: Hyunjoong/Youngsaeng
Warning: AU, Graphic Scenes
Summary: Some wishes aren’t meant to be answered…
[A/N: Inspired by the song ‘Bad Apple’ by Masayoshi Minoshima feat. nomico. Has very relation to it however, except of the aspect of selfishness and despair. Will write the real fic I want to write linked to this song after I get over this stupid dry spell…]
Don’t ask for an angel to watch over you
Don’t sit in a corner and pray
That your troubles will be over
The problem is not that perhaps it will be answered
The problem is who answers it.
~*~
It is to Hyunjoong’s delight when he discovers there is an angel now answering his prayers. He finds out one day, after a string of uncanny coincidences - all of which involving him wishing hurt on another, and all of his wishes coming true.
The voice which whispers into his ear and asks if he is happy is sweet and lyrical. It is like the sound of birds singing, and Hyunjoong turns to discover a face as sweet.
“No one else can see me, silly.” The angel’s laughter peals like crystal bells when Hyunjoong turns around rapidly to see if anyone else notices a man floating off the street in white, earning strange looks for himself. “Only you.”
“Who are you?” Hyunjoong asks after pulling his handphone to his ear, and pretending that he is taking a call. “Why are you here?”
“Oh… I’m your angel.” The wondrous being purrs into his ear, with a sound that is almost a laugh. “And I’m here to make your wishes come true.”
~*~
Having an angel is fun, Hyunjoong decides, as he watches the ones he once called tormentors meet puzzling series of accidents too coincidental to be called that, yet too mind-boggling not to be.
He is having so much fun watching Youngsaeng do his work, invisible to anyone else, that he is stunned when Youngsaeng asks him to join him one day.
“But why should I risk myself when I already have you to do my work for me?” Hyunjoong asks with a puzzled lilt in his voice as Youngsaeng laughs.
“Wishes run out, you know.” Youngsaeng smiles as he leans onto Hyunjoong’s shoulder and the human’s heart flutters at the sight. “Besides, it is a lot more fun doing it yourself.”
“You’re right.” Hyunjoong comments to Youngsaeng hours after, and he is wiping blood from his hands. The angel pauses from picking up the soiled knife of evidence in question, and Hyunjoong gladly answers.
“It is a lot more fun doing it myself.”
~*~
The second kill is the one Hyunjoong enjoys best. The memory of killing is fresh in his mind, and the second time, it is just a sweet. This time, he has even more fun in the planning, in the excitement. It is not a messy death of the heady rush, but the cold result of calculation.
Hyunjoong disposes the fireplace poker himself, and grins at how remains of grey matter still stick to it where it had sunk into soft skull like a bowling bowl into compressed cotton.
A question pops into his brain as he walks off into the night, leaving his latest victim behind. And he turns to see the ever smiling angel standing behind him, and he smiles back as he asks. “How many wishes do I have left?”
“Oh… quite a few.” Youngsaeng answers vaguely. “But don’t worry. You will know when your wishes run out.”
And Hyunjoong has to be content with that, for no matter how much he pries, Youngsaeng’s lips remain sealed.
~*~
It is on the fourth kill that Hyunjoong comes to a realization, and he turns around whilst he twists the screwdriver deeper into his screaming victim with a calm questioning look.
“What is it am I saving my wishes for?” Hyunjoong asks the smiling angel, who smile grows deeper at the question.
“Well…” Youngsaeng’s voice is light as he glides forward, hand tangling into the sweat-matted strands of Hyunjoong’s hair. “You could wish for me to show you.”
And so Hyunjoong does.
He quickly finds that he enjoys things rough, and he is screaming a symphony as Youngsaeng fucks him hard, driving into him again and again and again while the body under him grows colder while he grows hotter.
~*~
It is the ninth kill going on a million, and Hyunjoong feels like he’s going to collapse. He hasn’t eaten, hasn’t slept. Those things feel useless and dull to him now - and they cannot satisfy where they once did. The only things that he wants and craves are the feel of blood on his hands, and the touch of his beloved angel.
He stumbles back into his room, clothes soiled with dirt and blood, hands covered with the same. There are tears of need in his eyes as he falls prostrate in front of Youngsaeng, who looks down at him with that same graceful smile.
“Please… touch me.” He begs, clutching onto the pure robes. “Hold me. Love me.”
Youngsaeng leans down and does. He picks Hyunjoong up and loves him as is the human’s wish like he always does.
“One wish down.” Youngsaeng comments as he touching Hyunjoong through his clothes, making the human buck and moan.
“How many more?” the question is less curious and more obligatory, as if Hyunjoong has gotten used to asking but doesn’t really want to know.
Hyunjoong waits for the standard answer - that he will know when the times comes when all this will end. But Youngsaeng doesn’t answer, only smiles a smile of cracks.
It is then that Hyunjoong knows.
When the police come, they are about to open the door when it bangs open itself and a hysterical man runs out from behind it. His eyes are wide with fevered desperation, and he pounces onto a cop, strangling him, nails that have not been cut for days, digging straight into the skin and flesh.
The shot which gets him is the first shot. And he falls to the ground, emitting quickly the smell of death which mixes with the smell of decay that wafts out from his room. And the police shudder, a few brave ones staring into that gaping whole of darkness, and all of them wonder what madness had gripped this once bright, young man so that he had been so tarnished with sin.
They cannot see the angel, now garbed raw and pain, lick his sore-stained lips and pick the screaming soul from the body. They cannot see Hyunjoong, weak-willed even in death, stare full-eyed into the face of sin, too late in realizing he wishes he never had.
They cannot see the doors of hell opening, and the harsh raven cries that sound, to welcome their new denizen, as Satan drags yet another one down.
~*~