Disclaimer: Snatched the prompt/idea from the manga Same Cell Organism: To Make an Angel. Ficlet & OCs are mine.
You are beautiful.
Baby you’re a special one.
You’re such a beautiful dream.
(Beautiful You – DBSK)
One B; In which little JaeJoong is called beautiful.
There is a secret garden, deep in the woods, called Wings of Hope. If you take good care of it, the spirits of the garden just might grant you a wish. Of course, only little JaeJoong knows this because he named and found the garden himself. It’s not all true, but he likes to play explorer and make-believe. Besides, what seven-year-old doesn’t?
JaeJoong often comes here to play with his red sword and his stuffed purple rabbit who he names, Captain Plum. But today, he’s alone in his dark-blue pajamas as he ducks under a low tree branch. Thanks to what had happened earlier at school, he’s not in the mood to play anything but to simply visit his secret base. Maybe the scent of wild flowers and night air will cheer him up. Hopefully, his mother is still asleep by the time he gets back home.
He immediately sits down in front of the flowers as soon as he reaches the garden. He gathers up his knees close to his chest and hugs them as he gently rocks himself back and forth. Tears well up at the corner of his eyes and he buries his nose into his knees. I’m not girly, he wants to shout out at the world. And there’s nothing wrong with being an angel!
A light breeze passes by, and JaeJoong shivers as he watches the grass and flowers sway. He smiles sadly and uses one of his sleeves to wipe his tears. “I hate bullies, especially the ones at my school. Why do people make fun of me for wanting to be an angel for Halloween? What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing is wrong with it.” A small voice answers.
JaeJoong scrambles up to his feet, heart pounding against his chest from the unexpected answer. He turns and looks around until he spots an outline of a small shadow. “W-who’s t-the-there?”
“Don’t worry. It’s just me.”
He stares in awe when a boy with messy hair and white shining wings steps out from the dark. “I love your costume.” He immediately says, pointing to the little boy’s wings.
The boy giggles and takes a step closer. “I’m Changmin. Who are you?”
“My name is JaeJoong.” He hesitates at first and then asks, “Can – can I touch your wings?”
“Only if you agree to be my friend.”
JaeJoong flashes Changmin a toothy smile and reaches out to touch the feathery texture. “They feel real.”
The angel-boy finds the comment musing and questions, “Why do you want to be an angel?”
“Angels are beautiful.”
“Beautiful?” Changmin tilts his head slightly to the side.
“Hm,” JaeJoong hums and steps back as he drops his arm to his side. “I want to be beautiful like you.”
Changmin blushes and lowers his head. “But you’re already beautiful, JaeJoong.”
“Heh, yeah you are. You’re beautiful just the way you are JaeJoong.” Changmin looks up at the night sky before reaching for one of his feathers. “I have to go now, but here’s something for you to remember me.”
“But where are you going?”
“I have to go back home before my older brother yells at me.” He pouts at the thought of leaving his new friend.
JaeJoong takes the silvery-white feather. “W–will I ever see you again?”
Changmin smiles brightly and nods before running in the opposite direction. “Bye JaeJoong!” He shouts, waving.
“Bye!” Little JaeJoong shouts back and waves, watching as the figure grows smaller and smaller.
Author’s Note: Hey, hi, hello darlings. I need to stop slacking off and start finishing this. But then again, that's asking for the impossible because I love slacking off in writing.
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