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part eighty
EXO COMEBACK EUREUREONG
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itt: just an accident (team lay)
(Anonymous) 2013-08-11 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)jongin centric
Re: itt: just an accident (team lay)
(Anonymous) 2013-08-11 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)Re: itt: just an accident (team lay)
(Anonymous) 2013-08-11 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)This is because it isn't an accident, and because his parents have a faint hope that Jongin will grow up normal. Jongin is six, and he's young, and there is still a chance.
(Jongin's sisters are much older. They remember the accident. Years later, perhaps they will put together enough pieces to understand that the accident was no accident, but for them, it's already too late.)
Jongin is ten when he discovers dance. When he discovers that dance makes him feel more alive than anything he has ever felt, when he discovers that dance is what makes his heart hum and his bones sing. His parents are worried, and elated, because what parent would not be elated when their child discovers something they truly love?
When Jongin is thirteen, he learns the truth. It is not an unpleasant truth, because the office lady in a suit who stops Jongin on his way from school to the dance studio couches it in broad terms and kind words, and promises him the world. Thirteen year olds do not think about pointed fingers and uneasy futures when all they have thought about is whether the boy down the street will be too busy to play and what was going to be on the table for dinner. Thirteen year olds still believe in super heroes, and when they are told they have the power to be a super hero, awe and admiration far outweighs the fear and skepticism. Thirteen year olds can also be intractably stubborn, so when he goes home and demands the truth, his parents, a week later, give him the truth.
When Jongin is thirteen, he learns to fly.
When Jongin is thirteen, his world changes forever.
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"But you're not that much younger than me?" Jongin squints at Sehun, but the ostensibly younger boy simply curls up tighter and pulls his blankets over his head. It's the date for the yearly aptitude tests, and Jongin doesn't understand why he made the cut-off and Sehun hasn't.
"Go away," Sehun groans. "I'm still asleep."
Jongin stares at him for a moment before he hops onto Sehun's bed and sits on his ass. Sehun lets out a groan and swats at him half-heartedly. "Get off," he mumbles into his pillow.
"You're awake," Jongin says. He doesn't budge. Sehun, after another wiggle or too, gives up and flops flat like a dead fish.
"Older in school," Sehun points out. It's muffled, because he's still speaking into the pillow, but they haven't been friends forever for nothing. (It's only been a few years, but it feels like forever. It's one of the unspoken benefits of being young.)
Jongin frowns. It's true, he guesses. But he hasn't been to school in so long he'd forgotten. "We don't even have grades," he complains. He kicks childishly at the bed, and hears Sehun complain about his bony butt beneath him.
"You're one to talk," Jongin retorts. "Your butt is bonier than mine."
"You're bony butt is sitting on my bony butt," Sehun says, and Jongin supposes he does have a point.
Jongin hums something vague, and bounces a few more times just to hear Sehun complain. He laughs.
"Aren't you too busy to be sitting on my ass?" Sehun grumbles. "Don't you have an important test to do?"
Jongin looks mournfully over at the clock on the wall, and with one last smack of Sehun's bony ass, teleports out the door.
-
Jongin can teleport. This makes him, in the eyes of everyone, very special.
The aptitude test is more of a formality than anything else. There's only one other person this year, a tall, broody looking boy called Zitao. His Korean is passable at best, and other than a few shared glances, they don't make conversation as they wait. Jongin had heard that the new kid was another special one, but he's not one for gossip or rumour and he can't remember exactly what made him so special.
When it's Jongin's turn, he does everyone the favour of actually walking through the door. Teleporting is rude. Apparently.
They ask him a few questions, run him through a few mental stability tests, and then lead him to a maze and ask him to pop in and out of existence at given points. All stuff he's been doing since he first learned he could teleport.
And then, something explodes, and he flashes out without thinking.
Sehun is still in bed, blankets pushed to the side, his pants pushed down mid-thigh, and his hand is wrapped around his dick. Their eyes meet for a long, awkward moment, before Jongin covers his face with his hands.
"W-wait!" Sehun grabs his arm before Jongin has a chance to teleport away.
Jongin refuses to uncover his face. "Let me go," he mumbles. He could still leave, but that would be rude.
"This isn't what it looks like," Sehun explains hastily.
Jongin spreads his fingers just enough so he can see Sehun. "What does it look like?" he asks. His eyes roam back to the bed, and peeking out from behind Sehun, he can see the corner of a picture. Oh. So that's what it looked like.
Sehun's mouth opens and closes a few times. "Aren't you supposed to be...doing something?" he asks.
Jongin's eyes widen. The explosion. "Oh," he says.
Sehun hasn't let go off his arm yet, but Jongin teleports back to the waiting room in a hurry.
-
It turns out Jongin is afraid of loud noises.
"But otherwise, your aptitude in all areas meets and goes beyond our criteria. Evaluations from your hand-to-hand training as well as your core classes show that you would be an excellent addition to the team. Now, I understand that you may be a little overwhelmed at first, but if you could, it would be to everyone's benefit if you perused the information in these cases as soon as possible."
Jongin nods, bows, and accepts the folders with both hands.
His heart is pounding, because this is the moment when everything changes.
This, he thinks, is what he was born for.
(When Jongin is thirteen, his parents sit him down at the kitchen table. He is, they explain to him, what people call angels. They have also been called monsters, devils, and demons. His blood is pure, and it is strong. He is strong. In the future, they say, people will want to use this strength, and because he is strong, he will have no choice. They will use him.
"But I get to be a superhero, right?" is what the thirteen year old Jongin wants to know.
He is too old for superheroes.
His parents look at each other, and then look at him. His dad reaches across the table, and covers Jongin's hand with his.
"Someday, you'll do what's right," he says.
It will be many years later before Jongin can look back at this moment, and realise that the look in his father's eyes had gone far past sadness or disappointment. It will be many years later before Jongin looks in a mirror, and understands the true meaning of guilt.)
When Jongin is eighteen, he takes his first life.
The shock of the gun still reverbates up through his arms when he shows up in the middle of Sehun's class. Blood drips from his face, and all he can do is reassure Sehun that no, it isn't his.
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When Jongin is twenty, he understands that the accident he doesn't remember is no accident. There is a knife at his throat, and for the first time in seven years, he feels completely, entirely trapped.
Re: itt: just an accident (team lay)
(Anonymous) 2013-08-11 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)