Aurora Borealis

[his_angel16]

Title: Aurora Borealis (Part Two)
Author: his_angel16
Pairing: Baekhyun/Jongin, Chanyeol/Jongdae, Kris/Yixing, Joonmyeon/Kyungsoo, Sehun/Tao, Minseok/Luhan
Genre: Fantasy, Angst, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own the plot, not the people. Any actual likeness to any given person is purely coincidental.
Summary: Even a candle stands in it's own shadow. There can't be light without the overwhelming presence of darkness.
A/N: I'm warning you now that this includes Jongin being cheesy, Kris being a pansy, and Baekhyun trying to be a badass. ^^



Kris shrieked, causing Baekhyun and Jongin to laugh at him. He was clutching at his chest, eyes wide, as Yixing and Chanyeol growled at them to be quiet. Bambi was over, so they decided to put in another movie. This time, Kris picked the movie. They had been intently watching a horror film when they popped in. “What in the hell is wrong with you?” Kris was trying to calm himself down, hands shaking as he brushed his hair out of his face.
“Sorry,” Jongin said, laughter still bubbling from his chest. “Why the heck are you watching scary movies when the sun it setting? Don't you know that's when everything starts happening?” He laughed as Kris paled, Yixing stilling on the floor next to Chanyeol.
  “Turn it off,” Yixing mumbled, turning to grab the remote. A loud clap of thunder rattled the building and he screamed, Kris and Chanyeol joining in.
  Jongin scoffed. “Really, guys? Grow a pair. It's probably just Jongdae messing around.” He turned to the door just as it opened, Luhan walking in.
  “Where have you guys been?” he snapped, foot tapping on the wooden floor. “Do you have any idea how long we've been waiting for you to get back?”
  Baekhyun shrugged. “Sorry? I needed time to think about some things.”
  Luhan straightened, motioning between Baekhyun and Jongin. “Hey, something's different between the two of you.” He scrutinized their faces before reaching out with his mind. He shrieked, causing Kris to look at him. His face turned a deep shade of red as he covered it. “I did not need those images, Jongin!”
  Baekhyun shot a glare at the younger as he grinned. “Will you stop it?” He went to punch his arm, but Jongin caught his wrist instead, pulling him toward him.
  “Why? They're all going to find out anyway?” Jongin was still grinning, not having enough decency to be embarrassed. And why should he be embarrassed? There wasn't anything wrong with sharing a bed with someone you loved.
  “Stop it!” Luhan ordered.
  “What happened?” Kris asked, one eyebrow raised.
  Luhan shook his head. “You don't want to know.”
  Sighing, Kris pursed his lips. “If I didn’t want to know, I wouldn't have asked. I can handle it. What happened between them?”
  “He deflowered Baekhyun!” Luhan had his hands clutched against his chest, tears in his eyes.
  The words sank in slowly, Kris and Yixing understanding it at the same time. Yixing sprang to his feet just as Kris did, moving in sync as they turned toward Jongin. “You what?” Yixing asked, voice holding a silent threat.
  “Um,” Jongin backed up a few steps, hiding Baekhyun behind himself. “We made love?” He didn’t mean it to come out as a question, but his voice was a few octaves higher than normal. He could almost see the emotions running through their minds.
  “Jongin, you...!” Yixing couldn't find the right words, arms flailing around as he struggled.
  “You're dead,” Kris muttered. He lunged across the apartment, hands grasping at thin air as Jongin teleported them to the other side of the room. “Luhan, stop him from teleporting.”
  Luhan nodded, the same spark in his eyes as in Kris's and Yixing's. Chanyeol was sitting out of the way, watching everything with an amused smile on his face. “Just try to get away. How can you deflower Baekhyun without asking Kris and Yixing?”
  “Because he's a grown man and can make his own decisions?” Jongin tackled Baekhyun to the side as the movie cases smacked against the wall. “Baek, what should we do? Luhan's keeping me from teleporting.”
  Baekhyun frowned, grasping Jongin's hand tightly. “Hold on,” he whispered. In the blink of an eye, the room was plunged into darkness. Thunder still rumbled overhead, rain pelting the windows as Baekhyun led the way toward the door. He could still see in total darkness. It was one of the perks to his power. His hand was twisting the knob when a light sparked behind them, Chanyeol holding a ball of fire in his hand. It illuminated the room enough for the others to see. “Shit!”
  Throwing open the door, Baekhyun raced down the hall, Jongin in tow. They dodged other residents, twirling around Tao in the hallway. He gave them a puzzled look before shrieking and diving out of the way. He was pressed up against the wall, staring after Kris and Yixing. “The hell?”
  Chanyeol walked up to him, hands in his pockets. “Jongin and Baekhyun had sex,” he stated, Tao’s expression turning to one of enlightenment. “Yixing and Kris are furious.” He looked around, frowning. “Where did Luhan hyung go?”
  Tucked away in a little corridor, Baekhyun was leaning against the wall, Jongin next to him, panting hard. He had never ran this hard before. He could always teleport away if the situation called for it. It's how he ran away in the past. But since Luhan seemed to be blocking him somehow, he was having to run around for once. “They're going to catch us,” he rasped out, holding his side. “We aren’t going to be able to get away.”
  “I'll blind the entire building if need be.” Baekhyun was still holding Jongin's hand tightly. “Why are they so pissed?”
  “So, this is where you're hiding?” Luhan asked, smirking. Silver orbs were spiraling around him in the air just waiting to be launched.
  “Look, let us explain.” Baekhyun was standing with Jongin mostly behind him, arm twisted to keep him behind his back. “It wasn't like he seduced me or anything. If anyone was seduced, it was him.” Baekhyun smiled a little. “I'll let you into my mind, okay? You can see it for yourself.”
  Luhan was going to tell him no, that he didn’t need to see into his mind, but he didn’t really have a choice. The memories from the two of them, they were practically shouting at him. He caught both sides to the same story, something that didn’t happen very often. Seeing it from both perspectives, Luhan concluded that, yes, Baekhyun seduced Jongin. Sighing, Luhan waved his hands, the orbs shrinking back to their regular size and situating themselves around his wrist.
  “Okay, okay.” He held his hands up in surrender. “You can stop filling my head with those thoughts and images. It's enough that I’ve seen both of your sex faces through the other's eyes.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Now all we have to do is convince Yixing and Kris that you're the one that seduced him.”
  Baekhyun opened his mouth to speak, something catching his eye behind Luhan. Recognition dawned immediately and he felt his heart hammering away in his chest. “Luhan, run!” Just as the elder turned around, Kihwan hit him, sending him flying against the wall. Jongin tugged on his hand, but he shook his head, pulling his hand from the younger's grip. “Get Luhan hyung and get to Joonmyeon.”
  “I'm not leaving you with him,” Jongin argued. He went to take Baekhyun's hand again, frowning when the elder started toward Kihwan. “Baek, you idiot.”
  Ignoring the smoke and Jongin popping in and out, Baekhyun kept his eyes on Kihwan. “How did you find us here?”
  “It was simple, really,” Kihwan replied. He looked over to see that Jongin had teleported Luhan away chuckling, he turned his eyes back to Baekhyun. “You are so easy to predict. Once I found out where you used to live, before you joined the others, it was only a matter of time before I found you. All of you walked into my little trap like last time.”
  “Last time?” Baekhyun slid his foot across the floor, taking on the fighting stance he and Chanyeol used to practice together.
  “Twice before, actually.” Kihwan's grin made Baekhyun want to vomit. It was nothing short of sinister. “Who do you think led those people seven years ago to get your little friends? What are their names?” He thought for a moment before shrugging. “I'll give them names of my own, I suppose. The hot air balloon, zappy, and mother nature's bitch.”
  Baekhyun's eye twitch. “Their names are Sehun, Jongdae, and Kyungsoo.” He smirked, watching as Kihwan's smile faltered a little. “Besides, the only bitch here is you.” As soon as Kihwan took a step forward, Baekhyun turned and ran for it. He knew the other was following him, but the sound of their steps was drowned out by the thunder and rain. He was almost to the lobby when he felt Kihwan's hand grab his arm. He tried to fight him off, only succeeding in throwing both of them off balance.
  “Today, you die.” Kihwan had Baekhyun pinned to the ground, smirking at the tears in his eyes. “What's the matter, little pup? Scared of dying?”
  “I'm not scared to die,” Baekhyun replied. He could have sworn he heard footsteps, but he chalked it up to his imagination and wishful thinking. “Everyone dies. What scares me isn't dying, or even you. It's the fact that I'll have to leave this world without telling Jongin that I love him; that I won't be here to see Chanyeol once he's regained his memories.”
  “Chanyeol? Oh, you mean that pyro that died?” Kihwan snorted, wrapping his hands around Baekhyun's neck. “The pyromaniac is dead. But don't worry, you'll see him soon.”
  “How would you know if he's dead or not?” Baekhyun was glad Kihwan hadn’t started choking the life out of him. He was trying to formulate a plan.
  “Like I said, you're friends have fallen for my traps before. I had found those three seven years ago and tried to get them for myself. I even corrupted a petty gang to do the dirty work for me.” He sighed, as if he actually regretted something. “Those idiots failed to bring them to me twice. And why? Because Zitao was there with Lay and Yifan. Because Suho was with them, too.” He grimaced, finally applying pressure against Baekhyun's neck. “At least one good thing came from it. The pyro died. There's only eleven of you sorry asses to go. And soon, you'll be snuffed out just like a candle.”
  Kihwan's words slowly registered in Baekhyun's mind through the haze forming. “You sent them after Jongdae, Kyungsoo, and Sehun? They were working for you?” That familiar bubble of anger started and he clawed at Kihwan's hands. It just wasn't enough.
  I can't breathe. He's going to kill me. His mind was panicking, the haze descending quicker than he thought it would. It was difficult for him to concentrate, so he closed his eyes. There was a warmth radiating from somewhere close-by. Where there should have been darkness, everything was becoming illuminated by light. Great, I’m dead. There was a whooshing sound before the hands around his neck disappeared. He rolled over, coughing and spluttering as spots danced across his vision.
  “Are you okay?”
  Baekhyun knew that voice. He looked up, holding his throat. “Chanyeol? How did you know I was here?”
  Chanyeol's eyes bore down into his, still lacking the spark they once held. He shrugged. “I followed you and Jongin while you two were busy running away from Kris and Yixing. It was lucky I found you at all.”
  Scrunching up his face, Baekhyun stood up. He could feel the bruises forming along his neck. “Thanks, I guess.” He turned to face Kihwan, finding him patting out the remnants of a fireball. His clothes were charred in some spots and it made Baekhyun chuckle. “Too bad you aren’t fire retardant.”
  Jongdae seemed to appear out of thin air, Jongin next to him. “What are you two doing here?” Chanyeol's voice still grated on Baekhyun's ears a little. It sounded indifferent. The other Chanyeol would have clapped his hands together and stated that the fun just started. Baekhyun gasped as Chanyeol pulled him to the side, a blade of wind zipping by. It carved a mark in the wall behind them. “Pay attention, will you?”
  “You okay, Baek?” Jongin asked, ignoring Chanyeol's sharp tone toward Baekhyun. He'd let it slide for now. But after Kihwan was dealt with, he'd smack Chanyeol around a little, get him to apologize for being so callous toward his best friend.
  “I'm fine.” Baekhyun's voice was raspy and he tried to clear it, ignoring Jongin's eyes staring at his neck. “Let's deal with this asshole.” He glanced at Jongdae before shifting his gaze back to Kihwan. “He's the reason Chanyeol died. He's the reason Sehun was almost kidnapped seven years ago; the reason why you broke your arm, Jongdae.”
  Kihwan clapped, smirk back in place on his face. “Very good, firefly. Would you like a cookie?”
  “How do you know he's been behind all of it?” Jongdae questioned, hands balling into fists.
  “He told me it was his doing.” Baekhyun's hands were in fists, too, glowing with light.
  “But what to do?” Kihwan laughed as he reached behind his back. He withdrew a pistol, pointing it in their direction. “Who should I take out first? Eeny meeny miny moe, catch a wolf pup by the toe. If he hollers, let him go. Eeny, meeny, miny...” He pointed the pistol at Chanyeol, smirk turning into a full smile. “Moe.”
  Baekhyun felt his heart stop for a second. He saw all of the color drain from Jongdae's face. The mere thought of losing Chanyeol twice hit them both hard. He knew he had to do something, anything, to keep that from happening. Spots danced across his vision again, bright and blinding. He took one step forward and suddenly he was in front of Kihwan, shoving his arm away as he fired. He spun around, finding Jongdae had stepped in front of Chanyeol, ready to sacrifice himself that time. Jongdae breathed a sigh of relief when he realized the bullet just grazed his arm and he dropped to his knees. No one noticed the way Chanyeol flinched, the way he winced as he rubbed his head.
  “Baek?” Jongin blinked, whipping his head between Baekhyun and the spot Baekhyun had just occupied. “How did you?”
  “You little pest!” Kihwan grabbed Baekhyun's hair, pulling him to the side. He held the barrel of the pistol against his forehead, the metal digging into his skin. “One move from any of you and I blow his brains out.”
  “Baekhyun.” Jongin wanted to teleport, to get to him, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to teleport away in the amount of time it would take Kihwan to squeeze the trigger. He bit his lip, tears burning his eyes. He felt helpless.
  “It's okay,” Baekhyun said, smiling at them. He looked at Jongdae, the firs tears falling from his eyes. “Jongdae, take care of Chanyeol, okay? Make him watch Sleeping Beauty and don't laugh when it makes him cry.” He moved his hands to the back of his neck, unfastening the ruby necklace before tossing it at Jongdae. He caught it, eyes wide and gauging Kihwan.
  “But this is yours,” Jongdae argued, eyes tearing up. “You should keep it. Chanyeol gave it to you.”
  Baekhyun wanted to shake his head, but Kihwan's hand tangled in his hair kept him from doing so. “No, Jongdae. I always thought about giving it to you since you and Chanyeol liked each other. I’m just his brother, but you, you're so much more than that.” He swallowed around the lump in his throat, turning his eyes on Chanyeol. “Try to remember Jongdae, okay? He's important to you. The others are, too, but Jongdae's the one who's going to be beside you for the rest of your life.”
  Chanyeol's eyes were still lacking in their light, but Baekhyun swore he saw tears threatening to spill over. “I'll try to remember everyone,” he replied.
  “Good.” Baekhyun smiled through his own tears before looking at Jongin. “Jongin, I have to tell you something. No matter what happens, I want you to know that I love you, okay? I love you and nothing, absolutely nothing, will ever change that.”
  Jongin shook his head, fighting down the sob trying to escape. “Don't, Baek,” he whispered, wiping at his eyes. “Don't you dare say goodbye.”
  “I wouldn't dream of it. I don't like goodbyes. They're always depressing.” He chuckled, lowering his eyes to the floor. “I love you, Jongin. I really do.” He inhaled deeply, steeling himself for whatever might happen next. He closed his eyes momentarily, trying to tell himself that he was ready to die if it came to that. To protect Jongdae, Chanyeol, and Jongin. He would allow his spirit to break, his body to turn to dust. When he opened his eyes, they held a steely resolve. It was something no one had ever seen him with. “Do your worst, Kihwan.”
  Baekhyun spun, feeling his hair pull at his scalp, and he fought back the yelp. He felt every strand that was plucked, every hair as it tried to remain intact. Everything around him was blurred and slow-motion, but he felt as if he were moving at a normal pace. A shot rang out, prolonged and echoing through the lobby. He heard someone scream, but he was too focused on how he managed to not get shot. The pistol was pressed right against his temple a moment ago. And now he was standing behind Kihwan. It was his only time to act, the element of surprise being his greatest chance. He grabbed Kihwan's arm, prying the pistol from his hand easily. Before he knew it, everything was still and four pairs of eyes were staring at him.
  “How is he still alive?” Jongdae asked. When the gun fired, Chanyeol had fallen to his knees, clutching his head.
  Jongin shook his head. “I don't know. But I’m too relieved to give a damn.” He looked over his shoulder as Yixing, Kris, Kyungsoo, and Joonmyeon came running. The gunshot signaled that something else was seriously wrong.
  “What's Baekhyun doing with a pistol?” Kris shrieked, skidding to a halt. Yixing crouched next to Jongdae, quickly healing the wound on his arm from the earlier shot. He pursed his lips as he stared at Chanyeol. The younger's eyes were wide, tears falling and splattering on the floor.
  “He managed to get it from Kihwan.” Jongdae stood up, one hand resting on Chanyeol's head. “Hey, Baek, need some help taking out the trash?”
  Baekhyun nodded once, releasing the clip from the pistol. It clattered to the floor and he chucked the gun down the hall, it sliding to a stop after hitting the wall. “We can take him.” Baekhyun looked away for a split second, smirking at Jongdae. When he turned his attention back to Kihwan, he felt an elbow connect with his stomach, the air leaving his lungs.
  “Baek!” Lightning circled Jongdae's arms, coils of purple light electrifying the air. He took a step forward, stopping when Kihwan shook a finger at him.
  “I wouldn't move if I were you.” He was grinning again, one hand back on Baekhyun's throat. He slammed him against the wall, laughing as he coughed. “You shock me, you shock him. And before any of you could get here, I’d already have crushed his windpipe. Admit defeat now or admit it later once your friend is dead.”
  “Let him go!” Joonmyeon ordered. “What do you want?”
  Kihwan didn’t loosen his grip on Baekhyun, not even when he felt nails dig into his skin. “Give me your power, Suho, and I'll let your little pup go.”
  “Deal.” Joonmyeon held a hand up at Kyungsoo's protests, silencing him. “Let him go and come take my power.” He was silently pleading that Kihwan was stupid enough to fall for it, to release Baekhyun and take those first steps away from him. As soon as Kihwan dropped Baekhyun, he started walking forward, a victorious gleam in his eye. “Jongin, Jongdae, Kyungsoo, now!”
  Joonmyeon ducked as Jongdae released his lightning, it hitting Kihwan directly. Jongin teleported behind him, scooping Baekhyun up before teleporting back beside Yixing. Kyungsoo built walls around Kihwan before it was dragged downward, being buried below the surface. Looking up, Joonmyeon stood, pleased that they understood what he wanted them to do without any of them having spoken about it.
  “Baekhyun, look at me,” Jongin whispered. He smiled at the elder, tears in his eyes as he brushed his hair out of his face. “I love you, too, Baek. So you can't ever leave me, okay? You're not aloud.”
  Yixing reached out, placing his hand on Baekhyun's neck gently. His had glowed bright before he pulled away. “He's going to be fine, Jongin.” He nodded toward Chanyeol, a smile tugging at his lips. “He's the one I’m worried about.”
  Jongdae hurried over, dropping down in front of Chanyeol. He grasped his wrists, forcing his hands away from his face. “Chanyeol, you okay?” He gave him a once-over, making sure he wasn't hurt anywhere. When he saw that he wasn't hurt, he looked back at his face. “Hey, look at us. What's wrong?”
  “My head hurts,” Chanyeol replied. He looked at Jongdae, frowning when he gasped. “What? Did I grow another head?” He pat either side of his neck, his shoulders, pouting when he came up empty.
  “Is it...really you?” Jongdae reached out, fingers barely grazing his cheek. His eyes widened when Chanyeol grasped his wrist, pressing his palm flat against his skin.
  “I die saving your ass and I don't get a hug or a kiss? Even a thank you would be fine, but, no, you don't want to do that either.” He closed his eyes, pouting. Cracking an eye open, he grinned at Jongdae, feigning hurt when the other punched his arm. “Hey! Now you're hitting me? What kind of boyfriend are you going to be?”
  “You're an asshole.” Jongdae rolled his eyes, tears streaming down his face. He felt Chanyeol tug on his arm and he met his gaze.
  “Am I still your idiot?” Chanyeol waited, staring intently into Jongdae's eyes.
  Jongdae leaned forward, kissing him before pulling back to bump their noses together. “Yeah, you're still my idiot. You'll always be my idiot.” Jongdae was still smiling when he turned to Baekhyun, words dying in his throat at seeing his eyes closed. “Hey, Baek, wake up.”
  Jongin looked down, frowning as he shook the elder lightly. “Hey, Chanyeol's back. Wake up.” Jongin turned panicked eyes to Yixing, heart pounding.
  “He's going to be fine. He just needs to rest.” Yixing stood up, dusting himself off. “How did he manage to get Kihwan's gun away from him?”
  Chanyeol stood up, pulling Jongdae with him, an easy smile on his face. He intertwined their fingers, watching as Joonmyeon helped Jongin get Baekhyun situated on his back to take him upstairs. Kris threw his arm around Yixing's shoulders as Kyungsoo wrapped his arm around Joonmyeon's waist, pulling him closer. “It's simple.”
  Kris chuckled, shaking his head. “We're in trouble, guys,” he stated. “Chanyeol, our Chanyeol, has figured something out before the rest of us.”
  “Okay, mister genius, how did Baek get Kihwan's gun so fast?” Jongin questioned, heading for the stairs to their floor.
  Smiling, Chanyeol reached over, ruffling Baekhyun's hair as he slept. “There's nothing faster than light. And of everything that Baek is, the only one thing that's truly him, is light.”
  “So, you're saying that our little sunbeam is as fast as the speed of light?” Kris shook his head, laughing. “Sounds logical to me.”
  “Hey, there's no our.” Jongin smiled at Kris. “He's mine.” Once they were all upstairs, Jongin put Baekhyun in his bed, stretching his arms over his head. “I'm going to go nap on the couch. Wake me up when he comes to.” Chanyeol nodded, waving him off as Luhan, Minseok, Sehun, and Tao poked their heads into the room.
  “Chanyeol?” Luhan asked, eyes wide. “You're back to being you?”
  Nodding, Chanyeol grinned at them. “I'm back to being me.” He was nearly knocked over when the four of them bombarded him with a hug. “Hey, hey, be quiet.” He pointed at Baekhyun before placing his finger to his lips. “He needs his beauty sleep.” He winked at them, throwing them into a fit of hushed giggles. He shooed them away, closing the door after them before pulling the ruby necklace from his pocket. “Jongdae wants you to keep this.” He fastened it around Baekhyun's neck, brushing his bangs out of his face. “I'll be here when you wake up, sleeping beauty.”
  Baekhyun scrunched up his face, sweat running down his forehead. He was too warm wound up in his blanket. He felt a pair of arms tighten around him and he opened his eyes, blinking to adjust to the dim glow in the room. He looked up, expecting Jongin to be there, but his heart stopped at seeing it was Chanyeol. His Chanyeol.
  “Y-Yeol?” Baekhyun whispered, afraid he was still dreaming. He shook his head, trying to rid it of the cobwebs clinging to it. If he was still dreaming, he'd be facing Kihwan still, trying to save his friends, his family, from him. And losing.
  “Hi, Baek,” he whispered back, smiling. “Jongin and Jongdae are passed out in the living room, waiting for you to wake up.”
  “I'm not dreaming? You're you again? I mean, you're my Yeol again?”
  Nodding, smiled as Baekhyun poked his cheek gently, still thinking he was dreaming. Rolling his eyes, Chanyeol cupped Baekhyun's face. He pecked him on the lips, laughing at the girlish shriek he released. “It's really me. You're not dreaming anymore, sleeping beauty.”
  Baekhyun's heart was pounding against his ribs, so loud he was certain Jongin and Jongdae could hear it. He smiled, throwing his arms around Chanyeol's neck. He smiled when arms wound around his waist again, tightly, warmly. Just the way they used to. “I've missed you, Yeol.”
  “I know.” Chanyeol smiled as Baekhyun buried his face against his neck. “I'm back, so you don't have to miss me anymore, okay? I’m not going anywhere for a really long time.” He felt Baekhyun's body tremble and he felt a wetness against his neck. “Baek, are you crying?”
  Jongin appeared in the doorway, hair sticking up in different directions. “Why'd you make him cry, Chanyeol?” he asked, scratching his neck.
  “I didn’t do it!” Chanyeol waved his hands frantically in front of him, eyes wide. “He just started crying out of nowhere. I swear, it's not my fault!”
  Baekhyun hit him lightly on his shoulder, sniffling as he pulled away. “They're happy tears, you ass.” He looked over at Jongin, smiling. “Yeol's back.”
  “I know. We all do. He regained his memories when Kihwan's gun fired. You know, when you scared the hell out of all of us, thinking you were shot?” He walked forward, smacking Baekhyun on the back of his head. “Scare me like that again, Baek, and I'll really be pissed.”
  “Don't worry.” Baekhyun rubbed the back of his head, smiling. “I don't plan on playing the hero again for a really long time.” Because I don't need to, he thought to himself. They're safe, all of them. And Chanyeol's back. Everything's going to be a lot brighter from now on.