Kpop Smuts and Imagines. ( Requests are open )

Jeonghan / 1004

It's the 4th of October.

It's the time where the moon shines the brightest and the clouds would part to reveal the shiny jewel hanging in the dark blue sky.

It was the most beautiful...

Yet the most painful.

The 4th of October is when I grew a new pair of wings. New ones to replace old ones I had in my wings. I sighed and looked up at the sky, the sun was already setting, the sky was flushed with red, orange and purple. The most calming colors and also the most ugliest. It was signaling the count down of torture impending down on me.

I just wished that I could just join the rest of my friends, just being a free angel and fly around. I was trapped on earth, unable to move around like my friends.

"It's my 20th birthday... everything is going to be fine." I smiled weakly, and drawing the curtains. " I maybe free after this..."

That was the hope I held onto till the very last minute. I would lock the door and jammed it with a chair at the handle and pray silently that no one would hear agonized screaming and crazy shouting. I panted heavily I saw the first few beams of moonlight hitting onto my skin, making me grit my teeth in pure pain.

I dropped onto the ground and hugged my arms, trying to numb my body from the pain I was feeling everywhere. I stood up, my body limp and my legs were as if being dipped in acid. I saw white feathers dropping onto the ground and turning into black dust.

"I-its h-happening...already..." I panted. "JUST GET THIS OVER WITH!"

I screamed as my old wings began to smoke and fall apart into bits and pieces , at first it was a few chucks of feathers then it was new wings sprouted out from my back.

Just a few more minutes... I will get out of earth and join the rest... just wait for me ...

I screamed once again  as my old wings detached from my back and turned into black dust. I saw it get blown away by the weak bust of wind. I fell down to my knees and watch as the grey feathers turn into white ones. It gleamed under the low lighting, the moon beams of moon light dusted the feathers, casting a soft spot light on it.

No more pain...

Is it over?

Am I free at last?

I stood up unsteadily, trying to get my bearings and my legs failed me. I instinctively flapped my new pair of wings. However, I did not hover a few centimeters off the ground. I just fell onto the cold and hard wooden planks on the floor.

I was never free from the hell forsaken further.

This is my life.

As a fallen angel from the heavens.