[COMPLETED] Trapped in the Past ~Jaeyong fanfic~

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Jaehyun's pov

"Yuta, what can I do if being blatant isn't enough?" I whispered, my heart cracking. The sight of Taeyong being so stoic but fading to those tearful eyes shot knives and bullets. His face had fallen from being cold to scared and anxious.

I stared at the angel's back, finding his wings breathtaking. They sparkled in the moonlight as they gently rose and fell with each breath he took. The feathers that were white slowly turned a light gray shade.

"You said he's a reincarnated version of your lover, correct?" Yuta asked, in the same lowness I had spoken.

"Yeah, but what does that have to do with this?" My eyes sweetly followed Taeyong's every move.

Third pov

"If he is, wouldn't he still have those memories locked up somewhere?"

"Yuta, even if he did have them, it would be almost impossible to bring them back. Right?"

Yuta heaved a heavy sigh as he lowered his head. He rubbed his eyes before beginning to walk closer to Taeyong.

"Lee Taeyong!" Yuta shouts, turning the angel around in his arms.

"Leave me alone!" Taeyong replies coldly. He still sounded just as emotionless as when he first was hit with the spell.

"I'm not talking to you, Icy. Tae, please. Think as hard as you can; find those memories! By now you must've gotten flashes of memories you'd never made!" Yuta exclaims as he shakes the angel by his shoulders.

"Please." Yuta begged and laid his head on Taeyong's shoulder. Small sniffles were audible as sobs gently racked Yuta's body.

"Stop crying, you look terrible when you cry." Taeyong states before a fist roughly met his right cheek. Yuta threw another punch before Jaehyun pulled him away.

"Let me go! I'm his best friend, I'm allowed to knock sense into him!" Yuta sobs as his body goes limp in the vampire's hold.

"Yuta, we have to remember that that isn't Taeyong we're talking to. Imagine how much Taeyong must be hurting knowing he can't control his words, let alone his actions." Jaehyun reasoned and turned his death grip into a soft hug.

"He sounded so broken when he got through for that moment." Yuta trailed and placed his face in Jaehyun's neck.

"Get off of him!" Taeyong shouts and waves his hand. Yuta landed softly on the bed in shock. Yuta's eyes widened as he watched Taeyong slowly stalk in front of Jaehyun protectively.

"Stay away from him, filthy witch. He's mine; keep your hands to yourself." Taeyong growled and straightened his wings out to their full extent. The black appendages almost reached wall to wall of Taeyong's bedroom.

"Can you only show negative emotions?" Yuta quietly wondered aloud. He pointed his open palm towards Taeyong and held him in place. Yuta walked to Jaehyun and forced Taeyong to turn around to face them.

"How would you feel if I..." Yuta trailed as he wrapped his arms around Jaehyun before placing a quick kiss to Jaehyun's cheek. Taeyong seethed and screamed loudly.

"What did I say?" Taeyong jerked Yuta off of Jaehyun before pinning him to the wall by his shirt collar.

"I was right." Yuta says before feeling a pressure tighten against his neck. Yuta still wore a proud smile as he ran out of oxygen.

"Taeyong, stop it!" Jaehyun exclaims and pulls Taeyong back into his arms. "It's okay, calm down. He didn't mean anything by it."

Taeyong calmed down significantly from Jaehyun's voice and loving hold. His body slowly melted into Jaehyun's although his face was angry.

"Yuta, try to find anything that'll give me a hint what to do. I can't let him stay like this and only express his negativity." Jaehyun begged. Yuta nods before he sprints out of the bedroom.

"We will find a way to save you, Yongie. Please, stay strong."

Mark's pov

"Jungwoo, I'm gonna go sit down, my feet hurt." I drunkenly whined to the older boy who nodded in response. I stumbled over towards a leather couch and gracelessly dropped onto it.

I turned to watch Jungwoo continue dancing with an older teenager. He seemed so happy being with him.

"So, you're back, Mark? Have you come to take me up on my offer?" Johnny asks. He slides onto the couch beside my head and trails his fingers through my hair.

I grimaced with a giggle. "Nah, I just got tired." I slurred and snuggled deeper into the soft, light brown couch cushions.

Third pov

"Then how about we get you to bed, hm?" Johnny asks the sleepy younger boy.

"I think I'll just... go.. home." Mark spoke slowly, his eyes blinking quickly in an attempt to stay awake. He rubbed his eyes with his fists and sat up.

"Aw come on! You're about to fall asleep, what would happen if some creep found you drunk, alone, and passed out? You can take my bed!" Johnny exclaims.

Mark hesitantly nodded his head and tried to stand up. His knees gave way under him and he collapsed to the hardwood floor. "Hello floor." Mark giggled and laid his head on the floor in front of him.

"Come on, let's get you to bed." Johnny says with a malicious smile. He quietly pulls Mark into his arms and lifts him up from the floor.

Johnny secures the boy in his arms with a smirk as he walks away from the the noisy party. He takes his time walking up the staircase, excitement coursing through his veins.

Jungwoo took notice of his friend being carried away and follows silently. His eyebrows furrowed as he sees Mark be brought into a bedroom before the door shut most of the way.

"Let's have some fun, Markie~"