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29. long fallen

Even though Ten was supposed to be the invisible one, he didn't see Jeonghan's hands come down on the legs of the chair. The movement was as quick as a snake darting at its prey, fluid and quick and efficient. He grabbed the legs of the chair, and ice spread down the metal like moss on an unrolling stone. Ten dropped the chair hastily, but not before some of it touched the tip of his fingers.

He hadn't registered it at first, but the sensation was like someone had placed a flame at his fingertip. It felt hot, which meant that it was so cold that his nerves had failed to recognize it.

Ten hissed, drawing back his hand, and the chair broke into shards of ice. He stepped back, looking up to see Jeonghan looking right at him. He pulled away, realizing that his cover had fallen away, and let himself become invisible again.

"You shouldn't touch me," Jeonghan said. There was bitterness in his eyes, but it didn't seem directed at him. Ten straightened, confused about how he was supposed to react, and the man looked at his hands. "It'll kill you."

"Is that a threat?" Ten asked, stepping away. His voice sounded deeper through the alteration device around his throat, and made him sound less confused than he was, for which he was thankful. A fallen shard of glass caught his eye, and he stepped towards it slowly. "Because it kind of sounds like a threat."

Jeonghan's fingers curled into fists, but he made no move to use his powers again. "My hands can kill," he said somberly. "Perhaps the name Angel is unfit for me, because my fingers don't heal, they kill."

"Well, you are very...angelic," Ten stammered, switching positions as soon as he spoke to make sure the man opposite him couldn't get a location on him. He had the shard in his hands now. "I'm guessing you're not very familiar with this villain stuff."

"If I wasn't made for this, I wouldn't be here, would I?" the Angel asked. "You shouldn't be sorry for hurting me. I am a creature of disgrace; even if I were born an angel, I am long fallen." He looked at his hands, and the air around him quivered as steam rolled off him in blankets. "I am a monster."

"A monster?" Ten asked, surprised. Jeonghan seemed distracted, and if there was a perfect time to hit him, it was this. While his attention was elsewhere, if Ten was fast enough, he could jump off a table and bury the glass in his chest easily—but something held him back. "You're...you're art."

The glass wall behind Jeonghan broke as a figure crashed through it. Jeonghan was thrown forward as the man's feet hit him from the back, but he recovered quickly, whirling and throwing out his hands. The fallen pieces of glass from Lucas's earlier accident flew towards him, and Ten had to step on the table and jump to the other side of the diner to avoid any of them tearing holes in his body.

The figure shook off the tiny pieces of glass that had stuck to him from his assault on the glass, patting his blue hair for any stray bits. "Twice in one day," Taeyong muttered, brushing his arms. "Not bad."

Jeonghan's eyes had frozen over, but his expression remained calm. "It's you again."

Taeyong raised an eyebrow, looking over his long coat judgmentally. "Doth mother know you weareth her drapes?"

"Dude," Ten groaned, dropping his guise. "Come on."

"No, I'm pretty sure his mom is like, Cruella de Vil or something. You know, the coats and the white fur and all," Taeyong said, shrugging. He turned to Jeonghan again, regarding him. "I remember you, Angel. You tried to take me to heaven."

Jeonghan looked back at him coolly. "Heaven has no place for someone like you."

"Whatever, I'm an atheist anyway," Taeyong said. "You still tried to kill me, though."