The Gifted [Chapter Two]
Title: The Gifted
Rating: R
Paring: Past!Sungmin/Xiumin
Warning: Yaoi/boy on boy, adult themes [language], mentions of child abuse
Summary: Twenty-six young boys, all gifted with abilities beyond imagination, all fighting to survive in a world that they have yet to fully understand.
Supernaturals, are what most humans would call demons, monsters, or simply fairy tales. They are specially gifted humans that remain hidden from the rest of the world. Living both right underneath our noses and deep in the unseen, Supernaturals are very real, and they won't hesitate to fight back.
The council, a mostly anonymous group that controls nearly every aspect of Supernatural society, has increased the regulations again this year. Floods of students must now attend Fairia Academy, the only fully council-approved school for Supernaturals. As classes clash and tensions rise, it's only a matter of time before someone slips and their secret is out.
Genre: Gifted!AU, supernatural, crossover, drama, mystery, angst, romance
Word Count: 4,704 w
A/N: This is very long story that is still in progress at the moment. The final word count is looking to be astronomical, so don't plan on this being a quick read. This story is serious and will not have very many moments of fluff or purity, however, it's not all angst either.
EXO and Super Junior are the main characters, but lots of small character roles will to go to other KPop idols; ie, Big Bang, SHINee, U-KISS, 2NE1, etc. The chapters alternate between EXO and Super Junior, so Ch 1 is EXO and Ch 2 is SJ, and so on.
I have worked very hard for a long time on this story, so please do not plagiarize. If you see my story anywhere else, please let me know.
Please read the character profile/story information!
Sungmin was close to tears. He was being sent to his seventh different boarding school in just as many years. He never understood what he did wrong. In fourth grade his parents had told him he was never to see them again, and proceeded to send him to boarding school the next day. They had said they were disgusted by his face, the very same face that still only held love and respect for them. Sungmin sniffled as he remembered the fateful night.
Sungmin laughed happily as he pulled his best friend behind him. The two boys had met last year and instantly clicked.
"Sungie-Ah! I can't run so fast, please slow down!" The other boy was panting and struggling not to trip.
"Oh!" Sungmin stopped and turned to face the other. "Are you okay, Minnie?"
Minseok nodded, panting as he caught his breath. He recovered after a few minutes, and the two set off again, this time at a reasonable pace.
"What are you so excited about anyway?" Minseok asked curiously.
"I'm taking you to meet Mama and Papa! I want to tell them about us!" Sungmin suddenly stopped and pulled Minseok into his arms for a hug. "I want them to know I like you, just like Mama likes Papa!" Minseok sniffled a bit into Sungmin's shirt, causing Sungmin to panic. "Do you not want to go?" He asked in concern.
"No, it's okay....But what if they don't like me?" Minseok looked into Sungmin's eyes worriedly.
"What? Of course they will like you! You are fun, and I like to be around you, so they should too!" Sungmin beamed at him. "Besides, I'll always be with you!"
Minseok smiled at the other's words. "Okay! Together forever!" The two rubbed noses, lips almost brushing together. They pulled away to continue walking to Sungmin's house, chattering happily about the science fair project they were working on together.
The butler answered the door, and scurried away at Sungmin's request of his parents. Minseok nervously bit his lip, nervously looking around the large entry foyer. Sungmin's family was of a much higher class than Minseok's family. Sungmin took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as the Lee's descended the stairs.
"Sungmin, who is this?" His father asked, not bothering to hide his disdain when he saw the cheap clothes the boy was dressed in.
"Dear," His mother was always a bit more hospitable. "I believe that is the boy Sungmin is paired with for the science fair project. Minsoo, I believe?"
"Actually, my name is Minseok." He looked at the glaring father. "Um. It is very nice to meet you! I am thankful for allowing me into your home." Minseok bowed a very respectful ninety degrees, saying what his parents had taught him.
Mr. Lee stopped visibly glaring, but remained cold. "Sungmin, what business does this boy have here? Is the school library not sufficient for your school project?" He shot Sungmin a warning glance, but the young boy didn't notice.
"No Papa!" He was all smiles. "I wanted you to meet Minseok 'cause he's my bestest friend ever! I like him, just like you like Mama!" Sungmin was proud of his statement, hugging Minseok with one arm.
"I'm sorry?" His mother choked out, as his father looked like an eyeball was going to pop out at any moment. "You cannot possibly mean that Sungmin! You do not understand..."
Sungmin cut his mother off. "But I do! You said when you met Papa that you had a funny feeling in your tummy. I feel like that when I am around Minseok! You said that Papa makes you so happy you would never want to leave his side. I feel that way with him! You said that..."
This time, Mr. Lee interrupted. "Sungmin! You should never speak those words! Do you not know anything?! That is a BOY! You cannot feeling anything for a boy!"
"Papa!" Sungmin stomped his foot, as Minseok tried to let go of Sungmin's hand. The younger boy wanted to run out of the house, but Sungmin's grip was too strong. "I know, okay? I know! Mama said I would know, and I do!"
By this point, his mother had passed out and was being carried away by servants, but Sungmin was too wrapped up in the argument to notice. Mr. Lee was very close to having a coronary, and his face was twitching too much for him to speak.
"You still don't believe me!" Sungmin was crying, as was Minseok. "I'll show you then!"
His mother finally popped back up, and was in the middle of walking back to them when it happened.
Sungmin pulled Minseok towards him. He grabbed the younger's face. He looked into Minseok's terrified eyes, and tried to look reassuring for the split second of eye contact they shared. He then smashed their faces together, noses crashing uncomfortably, but their lips touched.
Everyone in the room froze for almost ten seconds. But as Sungmin tilted his head to a more comfortable position, unknowingly deepening the kiss, all hell broke loose. Mrs. Lee let out an ear shattering scream and promptly fainted again, some of the servants following suit and toppling over as well. Sungmin and Minseok didn't notice though, they were actually enjoying themselves, despite being scared out of their minds. The one thing that finally split them apart was Mr. Lee. He strode over and slapped Sungmin square across the face, forcing the boy to the floor. Minseok received a slap next, making him cry out. Sungmin seemed to finally realize what was going on, and quickly stepped in front of Minseok before his father could hit his friend again. That caused Mr. Lee to misjudge the slap, and he ended up breaking Sungmin's nose.
Sungmin screamed in pain as he crumpled to the floor, blood spilling down his face at an alarming rate.
Minseok took that as his cue to get out of there, and he ran as fast as he could out the front door. Mr. Lee grabbed the table next to the door and threw it out after the boy, screeching at him. A servant quickly scooped up Sungmin and carried him out of the room before his father could harm him again.
A once-again awake Mrs. Lee held Mr. Lee back with the help of a few others, as the servant ran faster to get out of the warpath of the angry man.
Mr. Lee screamed after them. "You fucking little fag! No son of mine will ever be a fag! You will never set foot in this house again! Do you hear me! Never again!"
Sungmin sobbed into the servant as he was taken the back way to the family doctor's office. He didn't know why he was crying though. Everything hurt too much to make any sense.
Sungmin almost walked into a wall, he was so lost in his thoughts. He heard a giggle from behind him, and immediately flushed bright red, turning around to see the person. Behind him stood a cute, full-figured girl, with her hair up in pigtails. His face flushed again and she smiled.
"Are you lost?" Sungmin shook his head, but she continued before he could say anything. "Oh! Then why don't you come sit with me? I'm sure we'll get along great!"
The girl immediately grabbed his hand and drug him a few feet before stopping in front of an empty train compartment. She pushed the door across and pushed him inside. Sungmin hesitantly sat down, and the girl sat across from him. Looking for possible escape routes, he noticed a dark-skinned boy passing in front of the compartment. He turned his attention back to the girl when she started speaking again.
"It's nice to meet you! What's your name? Oh! I bet you have a fun name! Can I guess? Let’s see, how about Cheonji? You look like a Cheonji!" The girl took a breath and Sungmin saw his chance.
"My name is Sungmin. It's also nice to meet you. What's your name?" He spoke fast so the girl wouldn't interrupt him.
"Ooh! Sungmin, I like that!" She giggled again, before pausing.
"What, you don't know your name?" Sungmin teased. Despite being dragged in here, he felt at ease around the girl.
"No! It...It's just that most people would have left by now, they don't bother to care what my name is." She looked at her feet for a second, then straightened back up. "You can call me Sunny!"
The two chatted happily for the rest of the train ride. Apparently Sunny was younger than Sungmin by six months, had seven sisters, and was also a fairy. She struggled with telepathy, so she said twice as much as normal to make up for it. Sungmin offered to help teach her, and Sunny was so happy she hugged him.
Sungmin smiled as they both sat in the back corner, Sunny snuggled into his side as they talked.
Ryeowook awoke to the smell of pancakes and bacon, the heavenly sent penetrating his room from the kitchen below. He smiled for a moment, his stomach already growling, before he shot out of bed like a rocket. He was the one who always made breakfast. What if one of his brothers was going to burn down the house with their horrible cooking skills?
He made it into the kitchen to find Kibum calmly standing over a skillet, and Ryeowook immediately relaxed. Kibum was the only besides him who could cook. Their other brothers, Heechul and Kangin, were both known to accidentally start a kitchen fire if left unsupervised.
Kibum looked up at Ryeowook and smiled. "Good morning Wookie-Ah!" He took the pan off the stove and served the bacon onto the big plate on the counter.
The other three dishes lined up on the counter were glasses, filled with a scarlet substance Ryeowook didn't like to think about. After all, Ryeowook was the only one out of them that wasn't a vampire. He knew the brothers had given their feeders the summer break off, and that meant the glasses were filled with his blood. He never like giving blood very much, but his brothers needed him, and they were all too afraid of hurting him to take his blood the 'normal' way.
After putting the dishes on the table, Kibum turned to Ryeowook, and his smile turned a bit evil.
"It's your turn to wake the beasts." He sing-songed, making the younger groan.
"But hyung!" He whined, making the cutest face he could in his half-awake state.
"Ah-ah Wookie! I did it all of last week, so it's definitely your turn." Kibum faced the ceiling while Ryeowook whined some more.
Kibum's eyes turned from dark brown to a piercing ice blue as he looked up. The ceiling was no longer a problem, as he saw clearly into the upper levels of the townhouse. Kangin was on the level closest to the kitchen. The older boy was already up, as the smell of breakfast had long reached his room, and he was working out while waiting to be called down. Heechul was on the highest floor. A sleeping mask was plastered on his face and curlers adorned his hair as he slept not so peacefully, fangs elongating and throat whimpering with hunger. His former feeder had graduated early, and the boy was left heartbroken. He had to feed from Ryeowook because the school couldn't find him a feeder in time. However, Heechul had refused to bond to him and had been practically starving himself for months on end now.
Kibum looked back over at Ryeowook, who was still grumbling about his job. Kibum rolled his now brown eyes and told him the news.
"Kangin is already up,"
"Good!" Ryeowook interrupted him.
"But, Heechul is hungry again."
"Great!" Ryeowook exclaimed sarcastically, glaring at Kibum momentarily, before his face softened. "I hope they find him a feeder fast. He hasn't eaten in over two weeks! He's going to kill himself."
"We all know, Wookie" Kibum sighed. Most of the time it felt like he was the oldest, he had all of them to take care of. "It will all be okay though, I promise."
"I know." Ryeowook smiled weakly before he turned invisible. He then used his intangibility to float through the ceiling, telling the others their breakfast was coagulating.
Kibum hated taking his brother's blood for more reasons than one. The bond that vampires and their feeders shared was by a chemical bond that happened when the vampire first fed on them. The chemicals attack the feeder's cells, making the blood taste good to the vampire, and making the experience pleasurable for the feeder. Ryeowook wasn't bonded to any of them, and it hurt them to see their brother in pain just to feed them. So not only did it taste bad physically, but mentally as well. But, there was nothing any of them could do about it. The school mandated that feeders be given time off for breaks to see their families, and that left most of the vampires screwed for the summer.
Kibum took a small sip from the glass in front of him and gagged. He sighed and forced more of the liquid down his throat, he would need his strength for the coming day.
"I-I'm apologize, I is lost. Can y-you help I?" A man asked in broken Korean. Hangeng looked up from his spot at the desk, the banner above him boldly proclaiming 'Help Center for International Students' in Japanese, English and both types of Chinese.
"Sure. Where are you trying to go?" Hangeng asked in Mandarin. The other boy visibly relaxed and smiled.
"The Junior orientation. I can't seem to find the building. The Korean signs are really confusing." The boy laughed a bit and scratched his neck nervously.
Hangeng smiled, knowing where the other boy was coming from. That was why he had started the help center, to help kids like him that didn't speak Korean when they came here. Sure, classes were taught in almost any language you could think of, but very few of the activities or regular students spoke more than Korean. Hangeng was very lost and had a very hard time until he discovered his Korean speaking cousin also attended.
"What class are you in?" Hangeng asked the boy, who seemed to panic slightly.
"Uh...I really can't read the schedule at all." He handed a crumpled piece of paper to Hangeng.
The paper had many Chinese characters written above Korean words, and a bunch of scribbles in brightly colored ink on the back. Hangeng scanned for a class, and he couldn't help but notice the boy's name.
"Okay, Zhoumi. It looks as if you are in class 7A. How about I take you there?" He stood up and began to gather his things.
"Oh, that's really not necessary! I'm sure you can just point me in the right direction." Zhoumi was a bit hesitant, and Hangeng didn't know why.
"Nonsense! It's on my way anyway." Hangeng slung a backpack over his shoulder and started walking out of the main courtyard. To tell the truth, his senior orientation was actually at the complete other end of the campus. But Zhoumi reminded Hangeng of himself so much, he couldn't resist staying with the boy a bit longer.
Zhoumi followed the older man nervously. He actually had no trouble reading Korean, it was just the speaking part that he sucked at. He had honestly been wondering if he would even meet a Chinese speaker when he saw Hangeng at his table. He couldn't pass up an opportunity, especially since the other man was so strikingly handsome. Zhoumi was very nervous about being found out, so he kept quiet the rest of the trip.
Hangeng stopped in front of a building that reminded Zhoumi of an old clock tower. The dark grey bricks were covered in sprawling ivy on one side and cast in the shadow of a grand looking oak tree, and the other side was brightly reflecting the sun's rays into the nearby water feature. Zhoumi sighed peacefully at the building. It seemed old and mysterious, like it held many secrets over the years. Yet, it seemed modern and inviting, beckoning him to take a look inside.
"This is it!" Hangeng smiled brightly at Zhoumi, who seemed to break out of a trance. "You will also be rooming here. If you need any more help, just ask for Kris. He's in your class and is fluent Chinese and Korean. He should be able to help."
"Thanks for all your help." Zhoumi bowed formally.
Hangeng laughed and clapped his hand on Zhoumi's shoulder when he stood back up. "It's no big deal, really. If you need anything else, just visit the help center and we'll all be happy to assist you." Zhoumi nodded and Hangeng scurried off again.
Hangeng pretended that his class was in the giant maze of small classroom blocks. It was the long way back to the main court, but Zhoumi would surely lose sight of him, or become lost if he tried to find him later. He quickly checked to see that the rest of his volunteers were there.
Ryeowook was happily chatting to a sophomore.
"And you can cut through the sculpture garden to get the back of the cafeteria. If you use the delivery door, you can skip the front doors and the tables, so you can get in the line faster." The freshman happily explained in mandarin to a tall black haired boy. He was munching on a muffin while nodding at the map Ryeowook was showing him.
Onew, an immortal junior, was talking to a red haired boy in English.
"And be sure to check out the cafe down the street! They have the best chicken!" Hangeng laughed as he watched the older boy's face fall and turn red as the freshman explained he was a vampire, and couldn't eat food.
He walked over to Kris, the very tall boy he had been telling Zhoumi about. He watched the other ogle the backside of the only female volunteer, Lee Chaerin.
He elbowed Kris in the stomach. "Stop checking out the staff and get to work! We don't have all day you know."
Kris rolled his eyes and strolled over to two freshmen waiting at the counter. A small blonde girl, or maybe it was a boy, started speaking with Kris in English, while her/his taller male friend fidgeted with his New York Yankees baseball cap.
Kibum came running up to the desk, panting as he bowed in apology for turning up late. Hangeng knew what a hassle the eldest Kim could be, and easily forgave the youngest. Kibum was a hard worker anyways, going straight to helping Chaerin and Yesung sort out the flyers to be posted around campus.
Hangeng leaned back against the flagpole in the middle of the desks. He looked at all the students walking away happily after visiting the help center, and he knew he had done something good. He was finally not a failure for the first time in his life.
"Ha! Take that you bastard! You want some of this! Well come and get it you piece of-"
"KYUHYUN! Enough with the language!" Kyuhyun spared Leeteuk a glance, more of a glare really, before becoming re-absorbed into his laptop.
"Kyuhyun, please! We will have the students arriving soon! The first floor needs to be vacuumed, the dust covers need to come off the down stairs furniture, and the kitchen is still in boxes! Kyuhyun! Kyuhyun! Are you even listening to me?"
Leeteuk received no response and he was about to scream some more, but the front door opened. A lightly muscled man, stylishly dressed in designer clothes with sunglasses and a hat, walked into the entryway with a suitcase. He took off his glasses and turned to Leeteuk.
"I was sent here from orientation. Is this the dorm for class 3J?"
"Yes, it is! I am Leeteuk, and I am the live-in senior for the dorm." Leeteuk quickly grabbed a clipboard from the side table near the door. "Why don't you tell me your name so we can get you into a room?"
"My name is Lee Hyukjae." He said, and bowed a bit to the older man.
Leeteuk scanned the clipboard. "Ah, here we are! Your room is number 73. It is on the seventh floor, and you will be sharing it with a Lee Donghae. He hasn't arrived yet, so feel free to pick a bed!" Leeteuk smiled widely, causing his dimple to show.
Hyukjae nodded and grabbed the large duffel bag sitting on the stoop that Leeteuk had not noticed before.
"Would you like some help, Hyukjae?" Leeteuk offered, seeing how the boy bent to the side to keep himself balanced with the large and heavy duffel bag on his shoulder.
"No thanks" Hyukjae stood in front of the elevator. As the doors slid open, he called out. "Oh, and Leeteuk?"
"Yes?" The eldest turned to look at the elevator.
"Please call me Eunhyuk, everyone does." He stepped into the elevator.
"Sure thing!" Leeteuk wrote down the nickname on his clipboard so he wouldn't forget it. He looked up a the doors to see them closing. "Please come by the common area by six so we can have a dorm meeting!" Leeteuk shouted, and hoped the other had heard him.
Leeteuk smiled to himself, satisfied the first person had gone smoothly. He turned to check on how Kyuhyun was doing with the projects he had listed earlier, only to find the younger boy still glued to his laptop, fingers slamming into the keys and swearing every now and then.
A loud scream could be heard throughout the entire campus. "KYUHYUN!!"
Two men, running in opposite directions, collided with one another, causing their bags, phones, and the stack of papers one them was holding to go flying through the air.
"Hey!" Yesung yelled shrilly at the other man, after regaining enough air back into his lungs to speak.
The other didn't speak, and only rushed to collect his bag and the items that had fallen out, including an orange that was attempting to make a run for it down the sidewalk. Yesung scooped up the citrus as it rolled by him, and grabbed the two black squares that had landed close to him. He examined the phones to figure out which one was his, when he noticed something. The other's cell phone was covered in pink and purple poodle stickers, glittery felt dolphins, and had 'Donghae' spelled out in swirly letters with pink rhinestones. He raised an eyebrow at that, and questioned his first judgment that the person who hit him was a man.
"Give me that!" A definitely male voice said, and snatched the phone and orange away from Yesung, quickly stuffing them in a jacket pocket. He dumped some of the papers and Yesung's bag into his lap.
"Aren't you going to apologize? I was at least looking where I was going!" Yesung shoved the papers in his bag, figuring the others were probably a lost cause by now.
The man possibly named Donghae shrugged as he hopped from foot to foot. "I'm really sorry and all, but I'm super late to pick up my cousin."
With that he took off, leaving a disgruntled Yesung still sitting on the sidewalk. He sighed and got to his feet, groaning when his hip popped. The other man had hit him hard. Yesung continued to his destination, only to be once again disappointed when his favorite bakery shop was closed.
"Just my luck," He muttered, patting his growling stomach, and venturing off again. Only this time towards the large school ahead of him. He scoffed at the thought of how much space the damn place took up, space that could be used for more houses. But, apparently no one besides those forced to reside there, would actually want to live on the top of a supposedly non existent mountain anyway.
Yesung saw a piece of paper flutter in front of him, and snatching before it could blow away. It was one of the pamphlets he had printed out at the copy shop earlier. He sighed and shoved it in his bag. He crossed the street and looked down into the river that was flowing under the large bridge he was standing on. He saw a few pieces of paper struggle to save themselves before drowning in the river water. Yesung picked up a leaf from the ground beside him, and dropped it over the railing. He watched the small oval speck of green float gently down on the air, before landing on the water and gently floating away with the current.
Yesung sighed and pulled away from the railing, once more starting towards the campus. He didn't know which he was more like; the little leaf, unknowingly being forced into some big foreign world, by people he had a sinking feeling where up to more than he knew; or the paper, drowning in everything the world forced down his throat, no matter how hard he tried to survive.
"Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name." Siwon said the Lord's Prayer from memory, just like he always did every day before getting up. "Amen." He stood, willing the stiff feeling out of his knees before getting dressing and teleporting down stairs to say goodbye to his mother.
His mother was sitting in the kitchen, sipping a cup of hot tea while reading the morning newspaper in her bathrobe. She had started the daily routine when she had been diagnosed with cancer, and had stuck to it, even four years into remission. His mother's sickness had brought Siwon even closer to the Lord, which is why he prayed every day for his mother's safety, for protection from the sickness in her body.
"Good morning, my baby boy." Siwon smiled as his mother motioned for him to come and give her a hug. This was normal too, and Siwon would miss the moments like this.
After breakfast, Siwon helped his mother upstairs to get dressed, no matter how much she protested she could do it herself. He loved pampering his mother, and she deserved it after all she had been through. He brought her down stairs, and sat her down on one of the chairs by their outdoor pool, a place he knew she loved. He helped her tie the strings on her tennis shoes, and teleported back upstairs to grab his bag.
When he came back down, his cousin was already there. His mother had enveloped Seunghyun in a bear hug, and he looked at Siwon with pleading eyes. Siwon laughed and wrapped an arm around Seunghyun's shoulders before his mother could smother the other boy.
The three of them chatted quietly for a few minutes before Seunghyun glanced at his watch. "I'm very sorry to be so rude, Mrs. Choi, but I must leave with your son or we will be late." Seunghyun said formally.
Mrs. Choi laughed. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Mom? You are like a son to me."
Seunghyun still politely refused Mrs. Choi's offer, and helped Siwon with his bags. The two waved to her before Seunghyun pulled out of the driveway and into the street. Mrs. Choi watched the green sports car fade into the distance, still standing on the front porch long after it was gone. Her baby boy was leaving her again, and she was only so strong. After his father died, she had to keep it together for her baby and she had, even fighting off bone cancer to see her son's smile every day that she could.
"Good morning Mrs. Choi!" The friendly mailman jerked her out of her trance, and she smiled and she walked down the steps to greet him. Her steps were slow but sure, as the light from the bright summer sun bounced and danced off both of her metal legs. She had survived for her baby once already, and she would survive again.