#Yah that ear infection? The one that's been going strong for about a month now?

[backpackingspace]

Amoxocillian can eat my entire ass

[wifeofkimtaehyungofbts]

Chapter 6

>> Pairing: Taehyung x Y/N, Taehyung x reader

>> Words: 1785

>> Notes: I’m going to upload a new chapter whenever possible until I feel like I have built up enough thrill to leave my readers curious and desperately wanting more 😉 You may leave asks and let me know what you think of my writing (:

Synopsis: You run into a rather strange man one night. He seems terrified, as if fighting battles only he can see. He seems detached from the world, talking only to a voice inside his head. Oh, another strange fact: he keeps talking about angels. You discover later that you were the angel he was praying to.

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Sunlight seeped in through the thin sheets hanging over the windows. I stirred, contemplating whether money was really worth my sleep, and just as I was about to sleep after deciding that sleep was obviously more worth it, my best friend jumped on me.

“Good morning baby!” she shouted cheerfully. I was in no mood to return the energy. I rolled onto my side and continued to sleep.

“Wake up!!!” she screamed in my ear.

“Ugh!” I threw her off me and she fell to the floor with a thud. “Why why why why just why!” I whined, looking at her grinning at me from the floor despite the redness in her knee from the fall that I know must have hurt.

“It’s my last day!” she exclaimed happily.

I just then remembered why today meant so much for her. She was going home on her longest vacation from the university. Unlike my family, her family was very warm and welcoming, so she always looked forward to going back.

“Oh yea... I’m taking you to the station before you leave me by myself for over a month” I pouted before I broke out into a huge smile and hugged her from where I was. I got off the bed, grabbed my towel off the chair and headed to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and having a shower, I put on a pair of denims with my black tank top and wore my hair in a pony tail.

“I’ll help you with that” I say reaching for her hang luggage. My arm nearly pulled out of its socket because of the weight. “Yah! What did you pack in this?” I ask in horror. Kim Leah grins at me sheepishly. “You do know you are coming back in a month, right? Why would you pack so much?” I ask exasperated.

“Because! I don’t want to take photos in the same clothes so I packed 2 changes of clothes for everyday” she says matter-of-factly. Kim Leah indeed has an obsession with taking pictures everywhere she goes. She states her Instagram profile is her biggest pride. It drives her insane if she had two pictures of her in the same outfit.

I sigh at her and we make our way out. We get into a parked taxi and ask the driver to take us to the station. As we round the corner, I see the space between the two buildings where I ran into that man 3 nights ago. I unconsciously search for him, but he isn’t there.

“Is something wrong?” Kim Leah asks. “You look worried”

I shake my head and smile at her endearingly. How can I tell her I’ve been worried about some stranger I don’t even know the name of? It was those eyes. His big eyes were pleading, desperate for help. I feel an ache in my heart as I remember the way they looked at the burger bag and at me. I have the sudden need to know whether he ate well for the past few days but there was no way I could know. I continue to stare out the window as I my thoughts drift off to his eyes every now and then.

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“Okay then, this is it” Kim Leah says holding onto her luggage.

“Yah! Don’t say it like it’s the last time we are going to see each other!” I shout at her.

She laughs and hugs me tight. I hug her back just as tightly. I watch her get onto the train and wait till it starts to move and vanished out of my sight. I smile sadly knowing I was going to be alone. I didn’t mind being alone, but I worry too much so it’s nice to have someone who would distract me from my worries or listen to them. Especially if that someone was as lovely as Kim Leah.

As I walk out the station, I see a big crowd of people gathered in one place, making a big commotion. I intend to walk away quietly like I normally do, but something tells me I should check it out. Maybe someone is hurt?

I walk over to the crowd of big people and try to peek through to get a glimpse. My short height does not help me so I get down on all fours and look from under everyone’s legs. My eyes widen and a loud gasp escapes my mouth as I stare at him.

It’s him!

His body lay limp on the ground, his hood pulled down revealing unevenly outgrown dark brown hair falling over his face. I push past everybody and get to the body. A man nearly shoves me away with his big arm. “Hey, move! Don’t crowd him! We don’t know who he is!”

“I do!” I blurt.

There was a hushed whisper from the crowd and the big man stared at me questioningly. I ignore their doubts and try to throw the lifeless man’s body over mine. He was heavy. “Help me get him to a taxi please” I plead. Instantly, the big man and two other men standing in the crowd come over and lift him up. A woman stops a taxi for us and the men put him inside. The driver looks at me worriedly and I smile. “We have to get home. This is my address” I show him the location on my phone screen which he quickly types into his GPS. I turn around to the men who helped me, bowing to them in gratitude.

“He was walking around aimlessly for the past 3 hours. I was suspicious of him so I kept tabs on his behaviour. He suddenly fainted and when I rushed over, his body had already gone cold” the big man tells me.

“Thank you for the information. I will keep it in mind when I’m treating him” I smile gently. I get into the taxi and we drive away. Not going to lie, but he stinks. He smells foul and sweaty, like he hasn’t washed in weeks and there was dirt all over his face. The wounds I noticed that night by the McDonald’s were still there, almost infected and looking very itchy.

When we arrived at my apartment, I pay the driver and get out. As I struggle to move the man out of the taxi, the driver offers to help. “Ma’am let me help you with your friend over there”

He’s no friend. My actual friend will kill me if she knew I brought a random man home the moment she left, I thought to myself.

The driver and I attempt to not breathe as the man’s stench envelope us both. I thank the driver and open the door to my room as swiftly as I can and drop him to the floor. He hits the floor with a thud. I lock the door and bend over him. I keep two fingers to his neck. Okay he’s breathing.

That’s one worry out of the way.

I stare at his face, now being able to get a proper glimpse of it. He looks young, maybe only a few years older than I. His lips were cracked and blue. I reach over to touch his face. I immediately retract my hand as I feel his cold skin. This is not good.

I take off his black jacket and throw it in the empty laundry basket. And yes, it is empty because I now do my laundry regularly. So proud of myself for the progress.

I move to his feet and take off his shoes and socks. His socks were so old and torn at so many places, I doubt it could even keep a rat warm. It reeked terribly so I immediately threw it into a bucket of water in the bathroom. It is with the greatest difficulty I take off his thick sweater. How the hell did he survive wearing this in this heat? I thought to myself shockingly.

As I unbutton his green shirt, he suddenly grabs my hands. I bolt backwards, but I cannot remove my hands from his hold. He slowly opens his eyes and looks at me.

“I-... I...” I stammer. He continues to stare at me through hooded eyes.

“I found you fallen on the ground” I begin, “Actually no. Some people found you and I recognized you so I brought you to my place” I correct myself. He still stares at me without blinking. “You smelt really bad so I figured...”

That’s when it hits me. What was I trying to do?! Take off his clothes?? Wash him??

I regain my composure and continue, “I figured you might need a shower so I was going to set the water and take off most of your clothes”

He still continues to stare at me, his grip strong. I squirm under his lifeless stare. His hands loosen their grip on mine so I quickly pull away and waste no time in hooking my arm under his head and gently lift him up. Thankfully he doesn’t put up a fight.

“You can go shower. The water heater is on and you can use the shampoo and soap already on the counter” I say. He doesn’t look at me as he staggers to his feet. He takes in the room as I go to fetch him a towel and toothbrush. His eyes settle on the box of colour pens and pencils on my study table.

“Kim Leah, my best friend, is very talented at art. She lives here with me so her belongings are here too” I say, noticing the objects that seemed to catch his attention.

“Do you draw?” the man asks, without taking his eyes off the box of colour. It’s the first time I’m hearing his voice, but that’s not the reason I am shocked. His voice was deep, the words booming from somewhere inside his throat. It did not match his innocent face. His voice was, to simply put it, very attractive.

I quickly shake my head, embarrassed with myself for thinking such incredulous thoughts. I stretch my arm out at him, holding the towel to him. He takes it slowly and heads to the bathroom. I stop him in his tracks. “How did you know the bathroom was there?” I ask suspiciously. He shrugs and continues to stare at me. I tilt my head to the side, pouting in suspicion. I then step aside and let him pass by.

What a strange man. Does he have a sixth sense? I wonder.

I make my way to the kitchen to prepare something for him to eat when I hear the shower turn on.

[gamerwoo]

Seungcheol/Jeonghan: Take the Blame

Characters: Seungcheol x Jeonghan (sorta featuring female reader and Chan)

Genre/warnings: angel au, demon au, angst, lil bit of fluff, religious stuff, blood and wounds n stuff, and ummmm accidental “murder”

Word count: 3,666 (how appropriate dskjfhksdhf)

Summary: “Why are you doing this for me?” Seungcheol sniffled as tears fell into Jeonghan’s hands.

Jeonghan just shrugged with a playful smirk, “I guess love makes you do some crazy things.”

a/n: this is a spinoff from my Chan au so if you haven’t read that, some of this might not make any sense!!! also, I know it’s a little weird doing reader in the third person but I tried it how I usually write it and it just felt like it became more about reader than them and I didn’t like it so yeah

Of course Jeonghan was confused as all hell when he saw Seungcheol laying on the forest floor beside Chan’s angel friend. He expected to go out to find one fallen angel, but he had found two, and it terrified him. Like Chan, he never wanted this to happen to the person he loved, so his eyes were watering while he collected Seungcheol in his arms and even while he was trying to clean out the wounds on his back once they’d gotten _____ and Seungcheol into the Underworld.

Feeling the sharp sting of peroxide, Seungcheol started to whimper and squirm, only half conscious. Jeonghan blinked through his tears, whispering that it would be okay and that it wouldn’t hurt soon. It was purely unlucky that Seungcheol had landed on his back, getting the large, red, bloody gashes in his shoulder blades covered in dirt, twigs, and leaves. If Jeonghan didn’t clean them, Seungcheol would be in even more pain and have an infection to deal with.

The more Jeonghan cleaned out the wounds, the quicker Seungcheol came to because of the intense pain. Soon, he was completely hunched over and begging Jeonghan to stop. 

“I’m sorry,” Jeonghan sniffled, trying to not let any tears escape as he held onto Seungcheol’s bare shoulder with one hand, and cleaned one of the two wounds with the cotton ball in the other. “I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

Jeonghan had already felt the same pain before, so he knew it was the worst pain he’d ever felt in his entire existence. He recalled when he was brought down to Hell, Joshua was the one to help with his wounds, and even without needing first aid, just the intense burning feeling the gashes themselves brought had Jeonghan begging for Joshua to just end his life.

If Seungcheol begged for death, Jeonghan wasn’t sure he’d be able to pretend to be strong like he was now.

After a little bit longer of cleaning, Jeonghan set the blood-soaked cotton balls and pads down beside him, taking the gloves off of his hand that were also completely covered in blood, “It’s done now; it’s okay.”

Seungcheol let out a short sigh of relief, but his body was still tense from just the pain of having two giant slashes in his back where his wings were torn from his body. Jeonghan moved around to the front of Seungcheol, cupping his face so he could look at him. Seungcheol’s once blue eyes were back to the dark color he knew a long time ago, but they were full of anguish now.

“You just have to wait for the wings to come in,” Jeonghan promised. “Then you’ll just be a bit sore. The burning will stop, though.”

“How do you know?” Seungcheol coughed out a dry laugh. “You never got wings.”

Jeonghan offered a faint smirk, “I’ve heard the stories. C’mon, Cheolie, just trust me.”

“I do trust you. I always have.”

“I know,” Jeonghan smoothed his hair out of his face, pressing a soft kiss to his damp forehead. “That’s what made you a lousy demon.”

“And a stupid angel,” Seungcheol chuckled, though it sounded strained. But the mention of angels reminded him of something: _____ who had fallen with him. “Where’s _____? Is she okay?”

“She’s fine; she’s in Chan’s room with him,” he reassured him. “Relax, okay?”

“Can I go see her?”

“Cheol, you’re gonna get blood everywhere.”

“It already is everywhere, Hannie.”

Jeonghan just laughed, shaking his head, “You’re bleeding out and in the worst pain of your life, but you can still talk back to me?”

Seungcheol scoffed, “Always.”

“You’ve always been an odd one, huh?”

“Hey, speak for yourself!”

Jeonghan made Seungcheol wait until his wings came in -- that was just as painful as cleaning out the wounds -- before he would allow him out of his bedroom. He knew that Seungcheol wanted to find _____ but he also knew that moving around the place would cause him even more pain. It was better for him to stay put.

After the agony of Seungcheol’s dark wings pushing through the gashes in his back, Jeonghan cleaned them of as much blood as he could before he helped guide Seungcheol out of the bedroom, keeping an arm tightly around his waist as Seungcheol leaned into him, an arm over his shoulders.

“When did you cut your hair, by the way?” Seungcheol wondered.

“If I’m a demon, I have to look kind of badass,” Jeonghan snorted, rolling his eyes. “The long blond hair looked too...”

“Angelic?” Seungcheol asked with a cheesy grin.

“Yah, what about you?” Jeonghan laughed, gently nudging him. “Your hair’s blond now. It’s like we switched.”

“He thought it would fit in better than the black,” Seungcheol sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Black looked better though, didn’t it?”

“No offense...but yeah.”

The two boys laughed, and it felt...just good. Neither of them had gotten to speak to each other at all for years, and they could finally be together again. Even just this -- laughing together despite Seungcheol being hurt -- made them feel the best they had since they were last together, and that felt like forever ago.

-

Everything was in chaos over the decision God had made -- nobody would go against it, but they couldn’t believe it. Why was he letting a demon become an angel? What could a demon possibly have done that was so good that it was allowed to be forgiven for everything that made it a demon?

Jeonghan thought the idea was stupid, but he kept his mouth shut about it. He kept most of his thoughts to himself, but he just looked so angelic that people never thought he would consider going against anything God said. But Jeonghan thought a lot of rules in place were pretty stupid, he just wasn’t going to choose that to be the hill he’d die on.

Because of Jeonghan’s good behavior and obedience, he was summoned to speak to God regarding the newest addition.

“Being a demon, he’ll need to be kept an eye on while he’s training,” He proclaimed. “I want you to help him.”

“Of course,” Jeonghan nodded.

He wanted to ask why He wanted this demon kept under watch. If God didn’t trust him, he shouldn’t have allowed him into Heaven. But, like always, he kept his thoughts to himself.

As Jeonghan went to the elevator to meet the demon, he pulled his long blond hair back into a low ponytail, letting out a soft sigh. It wasn’t that he was nervous or stressed, he just wasn’t sure how things would pan out. If things went wrong, would he be held responsible? He liked to stay under the radar.

The thing with Jeonghan was he didn’t understand why he was brought up into Heaven. He thought maybe he’d get put in some sort of limbo because he wasn’t particularly good, but he definitely wasn’t bad. Although, everyone -- even when he was alive -- always told him how angelic he looked, so maybe that somehow factored into it. ‘Oh, he looks like an angel, so now he has to be one. He’s the angel poster child’. He was sure that was probably it.

Jeonghan wasn’t waiting by the elevator for very long before the doors opened. There were two angels that were taller than him, standing on either side of a boy between them. He was about Jeonghan’s height, but he was much broader, with dark hair and innocent-looking brown eyes.

The two angels all but pushed him out of the elevator, having him stand before Jeonghan. The boy’s brown eyes slowly moved up Jeonghan’s body, as if he was terrified to make eye contact even though Jeonghan was the least terrifying-looking person.

“Hello,” Jeonghan spoke up when the demon didn’t.

“Hi,” the boy replied, sounding casual though his voice was soft.

“I’m Jeonghan. What should I call you?”

The boy flashed a crooked, shy smile, “Seungcheol.”

-

Two months into “training” Seungcheol, Jeonghan and him were inseparable -- and not just because Jeonghan was the one put in charge of him. Jeonghan enjoyed that Seungcheol was different. He would do things that the other angels wouldn’t -- even if it was on accident, as Seungcheol had no intention of purposefully messing up -- and he was genuinely fun to be around. He had a good sense of humor, a contagious and loud laugh, and he just got along well with Jeonghan. 

In turn, Seungcheol loved him time with Jeonghan. Everybody else shunned him, but Jeonghan seemed to hang out with him willingly and not just because he was told to. The long-haired angel would include him in activities with his friends, and he always calmly and nicely told him what not to do when Seungcheol did make mistakes. He never got mad at him, he never gave him terrified looks, and he treated him as an equal.

Actually, Seungcheol didn’t just love him time with Jeonghan, he loved Jeonghan.

There was a rule that Seungcheol was unaware of: he wasn’t allowed to love anybody other than God. Up until meeting Jeonghan, that was never a problem for him. He’d never been attracted to any of the demons -- they were all mostly too mischievous for his taste -- and he didn’t even consider humans as an option because he didn’t want to put some poor mortal through that. But Jeonghan was different from anybody he’d ever met, and he wanted to express that.

“Jeonghan?”

Brushing his hair behind his ear, Jeonghan lifted his head to look at the boy beside him. Seungcheol had leaned in closer where he sat beside him, a smirk on his face.

“What’re you looking at me like that for?” Jeonghan laughed.

Then he registered that look of absolute adoration in Seungcheol’s eyes, and while his heart sped up with excitement, there was also some panic in there.

“I lo--”

Jeonghan quickly placed a hand over Seungcheol’s mouth, giving him a wide-eyed look, “No!”

Seungcheol looked more startled than disappointed by Jeonghan seemingly turning him down, letting out a muffled, “No?”

Jeonghan shook his head, “You cannot have these feelings, Cheol. Never.”

As Jeonghan’s hand slid off of Seungcheol’s mouth, he could see the frown on Seungcheol’s face, “Never?”

“Cheol,” Jeonghan sighed, running his hand through his hair, “they’re the rules, okay? I’m sorry. I know it’s hard for you, but it’s just how it is.”

“Why is that a rule?” Seungcheol asked, a slight whine in his voice. He looked and sounded like a child that wasn’t getting his way, and Jeonghan’s heart swelled. “Don’t feelings like that make people happy?”

Jeonghan just shrugged, “They’re just the rules.”

So Seungcheol never brought it up again, even though Jeonghan wanted nothing more than to tell him he felt the same.

-

Seungcheol was so close to being an official angel. He wouldn’t need Jeonghan constantly watching over him, he wouldn’t need training, and he would finally feel accepted. He did his very best to be the perfect angel -- literally -- and because God was always keeping an eye on him, he was starting to become one of His favorites.

But Jeonghan always thought about that day that Seungcheol tried to confess. He could see Seungcheol still felt the same, and he could see that Seungcheol was getting closer to breaking. He would do little things, dancing around the boundaries of the rule. He’d tuck hair behind Jeonghan’s ear, he’d let his hand brush against the younger boy’s, and he’d remind Jeonghan that he would hate to see anything bad happen to him -- basically, his way of telling Jeonghan that he loved him. 

Even with all of that, Seungcheol wasn’t technically breaking the rules.

That was why Jeonghan was so surprised when Seungcheol did break a rule. A big one, in fact.

Jeonghan had a few things left to teach Seungcheol, which involved going to the mortal world. Seungcheol had been there before, but things somehow felt different visiting as an angel. He was here to do good instead of cause chaos.

“Being a guardian, and collecting those who are passing on,” Jeonghan told him as they walked through the hospital without anybody seeing them. Jeonghan’s hands were stuffed in the front pockets of his jeans as he walked casually. Seungcheol, however, was stiff and nervous as his eyes looked around in curiosity. “You don’t have to worry about the guardian stuff, but you may sometimes have to come help people to pass on.”

Seungcheol nodded as he listened to the instructions, “Okay. How do I do that?”

Jeonghan stopped in an empty hallway before he turned to face Seungcheol. He explained the process carefully so Seungcheol would know exactly what he was doing so that way he could do it himself.

Seungcheol nodded slowly, chewing on his lip, “Okay... I think I got it.”

“Good. Because you’re gonna go do it.”

Seungcheol’s eyes widened, “What?”

“I trust you, Cheol,” Jeonghan gave him a warm, reassuring smile as he put his hands on the boy’s shoulders. “You can do this.”

So he took a deep breath, nodded again, and went to find a person he was supposed to take to Heaven. After wandering around a bit on his own, he found somebody who was able to see him, just like Jeonghan had said. It was a little kid that was cuddling a teddy bear to his chest as he looked up at Seungcheol in awe. He wasn’t in hospital clothes, but Seungcheol figured not all sick or dying people wore hospital gowns.

So, he continued as Jeonghan instructed, squatting down to the child’s level.

“Hi,” he gave a bright smile, “my name’s Seungcheol. What’s yours?”

-

Jeonghan figured if he didn’t let Seungcheol learn on his own, he’d never learn. Nobody trusted him enough to do things for himself which was probably why it was taking him so long to get the hang of things. But after this lesson, he’d ‘officially’ be an angel, and hopefully people wouldn’t look at him so differently anymore.

The angel’s thoughts were cut off when he heard an ear-piercing shriek for a nurse. Jeonghan’s head whipped around to see a few people running down the hallway toward where he left Seungcheol. He knew people were usually upset about their loved ones passing away, so he assumed Seungcheol was done now. So he followed behind the nurses, strolling toward the wing he’d left Seungcheol.

As Jeonghan rounded the corner and got a better look at the scene, he could see a little boy’s body lying on the floor in the middle of the hallway, surrounded by the nurses and who Jeonghan could only assume were the boy’s parents as they cried and shrieked for somebody to save him. Jeonghan’s breath caught in his throat as his stomach dropped. Seungcheol had messed up.

To be fair, Jeonghan didn’t clarify well enough. He had told Seungcheol that those close to the end of their lives could see angels, but so could young children. Seungcheol had mistaken a child who could see him for somebody close to their time being up. Seungcheol had accidentally taken the wrong person, but he knew how this would look to everybody else.

Seungcheol had essentially murdered somebody -- on accident, but there were supposed to be no mistakes.

A few feet away down the hall, Seungcheol stood here as he watched the scene, eyes wide with realization and horror. Their eyes locked, Jeonghan seeing how Seungcheol was slowly shaking his head while his body shook in fear. Jeonghan quickly made his way over to the boy and engulfed him in his arms, rubbing his back and shushing him quietly.

“I-I didn’t mean to...” Seungcheol said, his voice shaky and quiet. “I thought h-he...”

“I know, don’t worry,” Jeonghan told him, hugging him tighter as Seungcheol’s arms finally snaked around Jeonghan’s waist.

He knew Seungcheol would be summoned soon. He knew he’d have a limited amount of time to get to the hearing and help Seungcheol get out of this, because he also knew he’d be banished straight back to Hell for this. But the boy really meant no harm, and he clearly wasn’t mean to be a demon of any kind.

Silently, Jeonghan swore to himself that he would get Seungcheol out of this, no matter what it took.

-

Word traveled fast. As soon as Jeonghan returned -- he didn’t even bother collecting the soul he originally came for -- he was going straight to Seungcheol’s hearing. He ignored questions from others as he pushed passed angels and ran as fast as his legs would carry him. Thankfully, by the time he got there, it hadn’t started yet.

When Seungcheol was brought out, he was all but dragged. Jeonghan could tell everybody was judging the poor boy, but he knew it wasn’t fair. Nobody knew the real story. Everybody just assumed he was a murderer, but that wasn’t it.

“Choi Seungcheol,” God’s voice called, causing Seungcheol to shrink back as he was set on his knees with his hands behind him, “you have taken a soul that was not ready yet, thus, murdering a child. Do you understand this?”

“It was an accident!” Seungcheol insisted, and Jeonghan could see he had been crying when he finally lifted his head to speak. “I didn’t mean to...”

Jeonghan jolted to his feet, “I did it.”

All eyes went to where Jeonghan stood. His voice was so strong and sure, like he didn’t even care that he’d done it  -- which he hadn’t, but nobody would know that. But Jeonghan figured two things: he hadn’t given clear enough directions so it was technically his fault anyway, and Seungcheol was a much better person than he was, anyway.

There was also a third thing: he loved Seungcheol and would do anything to save him.

Seungcheol shook his head in little movements, saying Jeonghan’s name just above a whisper.

“Is this true, Jeonghan?” God asked.

Jeonghan gave a solid nod, his hands clasped together in front of him, “I let him do it, yes. I didn’t stop him. He did it because I allowed it.”

He was definitely extending the truth a bit, but it was also all technically not a lie, either.

“Why would you do that, Jeonghan?” God questioned, sounding disappointed that one of his favorites had betrayed him in one of the worst ways possible.

Since Jeonghan didn’t have an answer, he shrugged and asked, “Do all being do bad things for a reason?”

A few angels gasped, and Jeonghan knew the answer also infuriated Him. Even Seungcheol thought Jeonghan was speaking like any demon would: cocky and unforgiving.

“Yoon Jeonghan, I hereby banish you to Hell for letting an angel take the soul of an innocent human -- and a child, no less,” God’s voice boomed, but Jeonghan didn’t even flinch. Maybe he really was meant to be a demon all along. “Please restrain him and remove his wings. Choi Seungcheol will be punished, but since he was under misguidance, he will continue his training as an angel under the supervision of somebody else.”

“No,” Seungcheol whimpered, watching as Jeonghan didn’t even put up a fight.

As Seungcheol was being brought out of the room, he was brought past Jeonghan. The blond-haired boy tore free from the grasp of the two angels holding onto him, going over to Seungcheol and cupping his face between his hands.

“Why are you doing this for me?” Seungcheol sniffled as tears fell into Jeonghan’s hands.

Jeonghan just shrugged with a playful smirk, “I guess love makes you do some crazy things.”

With that, Jeonghan leaned in and pressed his lips to Seungcheol’s, leaving the ex-demon wide-eyed and frozen with his hands still restrained behind him. He really did want to melt into the kiss, but he was so taken off guard -- not to mention terrified that Jeonghan was getting banished to Hell now -- that he couldn’t.

God was demanding for Jeonghan to be taken care of immediately, so Seungcheol was pulled away from Jeonghan’s grasp. Seungcheol’s lips tingled from the kiss while he was dragged away, unable to look away from Jeonghan.

“Don’t forget about me,” Jeonghan called softly with a playful wink.

Seungcheol could see Jeonghan smirking at him like he didn’t even care. Even as he was forced to his knees and had his halo thrown away, Jeonghan’s eyes stayed watching Seungcheol leave. His smirk didn’t falter even as the sword was held, ready to cut his wings right out of their sockets.

The door closed before Seungcheol could see it happen, but he still heard the cries of agony from the other side.

-

Seungcheol rolled his shoulders as he thought about how Jeonghan felt this paint, too, but he hissed when it caused a faint burning sensation. Even with his pitch black wings grown in, his shoulders were still sore.

“Stop moving them,” Jeonghan scolded, stopping outside a door.

Jeonghan knocked softly, hearing Chan say, “one sec,” from the other side. Jeonghan let out an exasperated sigh, not liking that he had to wait when he figured Seungcheol probably shouldn’t be standing, anyway.

Seungcheol turned his head, looking at Jeonghan’s profile. He thought back to the last time he saw Jeonghan, remembering something -- something that he needed to do now.

Putting a hand under his chin to turn Jeonghan’s face to his, Seungcheol leaned in and captured Jeonghan’s lips in a kiss. This time, Jeonghan was the one left wide-eyed and stiff, but he quickly melted into the kiss as his thumb rubbed up and down Seungcheol’s waist and his lips smiled against the fallen angel’s.

“What was that for?” Jeonghan laughed softly when Seungcheol pulled away.

Seungcheol just shrugged, a smirk on his lips, “I never got to properly kiss you. Now I can.”

Jeonghan nodded, “As much as you want.”

[renee-writer]

Shamrock to a Thistle Chapter 40 Back to Work

The week goes fast as they make love in every room of their new home. They spent hours talking about their plans for the future. What they expect from each other, how they want to parent, all that type of stuff. It is, they both agree, the perfect honeymoon.

“Though, I will take ye somewhere tropical for a traditional honeymoon or babymoon.” He promises as they dress for work the morning they are returning.

“Why tropical?” She asks as she pulls on scrubs over the fancy knickers and bra she wears.

“It is traditional besides, I wish to see ye in a tiny bikini.” He growls as he pulls her close. His hand finds it's way under her scrub bottoms and over the scrap of lace.

“Ahh,” she moans as she leans her back against him,” We will be late.”

“We are newlywed. It is expected.” He leads her back to the bed. They are a bit late.

“There she is! Doctor Anderson.” Catalina announces as she hurries into A&E. “Did you get a bit distracted this morning?” Said at a whisper only she can hear. Claire just nods and reaches for her first chart. Her morning is spent accepting congratulations and explaining to returning patients why she is no longer Dr O’Leary. She has no major cases, no dramas. It is mainly simple things, sprains, simple burns, earaches, and the like. A nice way to ease back in.

At lunch, she and Catalina walk down to the canteen and meet her mum. She gets lunch and waits on her husband. “How has been your first day back?” her mum asks.

“She was late.” Catalina offers with a grin.

“Don't tease. They are newlywed. Lexy, any interesting patients?”

“None yet. Simple things really. They are easing me back.”

“Good. It will get easier to balance both. Promise.” She smiles and takes her mum's hand. She squeezes it as Jamie walks in.

“Sae sorry Dr. Anderson,” he sits the coffees down and lifts her up and into his lap. “We were suddenly slammed.”

“It is okay. You are hear now.” Disregarding the coffee, for now, she turns and deeply kisses her husband. He sighs, tangles his hands in her hair and kisses her back. Mary loudly clears her throat as Catalina giggles. Claire disengages with a deep sigh.

“Married or not, this is still a hospital and your place of employment Lexy.”

“Bur they are newlyweds.” Catalina says through her laughter.

“I have to go, anyway. We really are slammed. Have a good day, my love. I love you.”

“And I you.” They kiss again, gentler after he places her back in her seat. She watches him go with a sigh. “It will get easier, you say?”

“It will. You should always be sad to see him go and, always want to jump his bones but, you will learn to temper it.”

“Thanks mum.”

“Dr. Anderson, have a patient,” one of the nurses hands her a chart as she heads back in from lunch.

“Thanks,” she takes it and skims it as she heads to the curtained off area. Nicky Heard, age 24,. Chief complaint, returning infections. “Miss Heard, I am Dr. Anderson.” She says as she walks in. She then looks up and stops dead. It could be Nicola that sits on the exam table.

“I know,” her patient says at her shocked look. “Nicola is my twin. We aren't identical though we are aweful close.”

“Yes. You are. Sorry about that. It is just..”

“I know my sister's reputation here. I am sorry. “

“It is okay. Let's see what I can do to help you.” She starts with a full exam. She checks her ears, eyes, mouth, throat, lungs, and stomach. “Recurrent infections, where?”

“Everywhere. Started y months ago with a ear infection. That cleared. Then it came back with the addition of strep throat. After that was finally cleared, I got bronchitis. Then a bladder infection. Now, it is in my kidneys. They try stronger and stronger antibiotics but, it never goes completely away.”

Claire is examining her chart as she speaks. She is right. She has been on a pharmacy’s worth of antibiotics. She frowns. Her fear is of Nicky building resistance.

“I don’t know what else to do.”

“Okay. We are going to start with a complete blood panel. See where your defense fighters, the white blood cells, are at. I want to get you off the strong antibiotics and start you on plain penicillin.”

“You worry about resistance too.”

“Very. Especially with you have a strep infection. We wont to avoid staph. I am also going to get a clean urine draw. It will involve a catheter. Sorry.”

“Whatever is necessary.”

“May I ask why you came to the hospital? You have a family practice doctor?”

“He was just pushing the antibiotics. He didn't try to get to the heart of the matter. What is causing the infections in the first place. Besides, Nicola says you are the best doctor here.”

“She did?” her eyes are round with surprise.

“She did. My sister has issues. I am well aware of them. But, she pays attention. She studies people. I trust her judgement on this.”

“Thank you. I will send people in to draw blood and urine. Let's see what is going on.” She is mumbling to herself as she exits the room. Catalina hears.

“What is it?” She pulls her to the side and fills her in. “Really? I wouldn’t expect praise from her.”

“Me either. I need to find out what is wrong with her sister. But fear I know.”

“Yah. I will be around.”

“Thank you.” She gets the test ordered and grabs another chart. She sees a couple patients while awaiting Nicky's results. She treats them well but, half her mind is on her fears about what is wrong with Nicola's sister.

“Dr. Anderson. The labs are back for curtain 4.” She takes them and does a quick scan.

“Dang!” she whispers. It is as she feared. Taken a deep breath, she goes in to tell Nicky the news.

“Miss Heard.”

“Nicky please.”

“Okay. Nicky, I have your labs back. I am afraid it isn’t good news. Your white cell count is very low. Critically so. We need to admit you and give you meds to restore it.”

“Okay. But why is it so low?”

“One of the test I had ran was for HIV. I am sorry. It was positive.”

“I have AIDS!”

“No. You have HIV. The virus that causes AIDS. We will start you on antiviral meds. Strong ones. We call it the cocktail. It is a lot each day but, I know this is hard but, this is no longer a death sentence. People live for 20 and 30 years with it.”

“I am newly married. He is only my third lover. How do I tell him that I have exposed him to this?”

“He will need to be tested. But transmission from female to male, normal sex is very rare. We will also need to test the other two men.”

“Oh God!” Claire drops her professional armour, for a moment, and places her arms around her. She sobs against her shoulder.

“We have a counselor who specializes in this situation. Would you like to speak with her?”

“Please. Don’t tell my sister. I will after Shawn. Oh God! Shawn. But..”

“I won't say a word. I am going to start to admit process and start you on the cocktail. As well as some specific antibiotics to target the kidney infection. Would you like a mild tranquilizer?”

“Yes please. Thank you Dr. Anderson. You are as good as my sister said.”

“You are welcome. I am so sorry about all this. I wish I had better news.”

“You have an answer. Even if it isn’t one I want to hear, it is an answer. Thank you. I am going to ring my husband now.”

“I will be around if he has any questions. I will send the counselor in. And a nurse to start the meds. We will get you upstairs soon.”

“Thank you.”

Claire leaves her room on shaky legs. She collapses onto a chair in the break room. She needs a few minutes before seeing her next patient.

[backpackingspace]

I'm going. To throw up

Amoxocillian can eat my entire ass