Jaejoong’s gaze wavered for a moment, shrinking away from the man before him. “I’m still beautiful?” he scoffed, turning away from Changmin as best as his chains would allow. “You say that so much I’m not sure I can believe you anymore.”
"Why can’t you believe me," "Look where we are Changmin." Jaejoong spat, trying to shield himself further. "I’m locked down in a dungeon, my powers stripped from me, you took away my glory, my wings…" Jaejoong nearly buckled at the thought of them. "They were strong, beautiful, I loved them even more than my beauty…and you took them from me. So you could keep me here."
"Jaejoong," "You took away main source of happiness. You stripped me of my power, ruined my flawless face, but nothing hurt as much as you taking my wings!" Jaejoong yelled, trying to lunge at Changmin but the chains held strong. "You say I’m beautiful, and yet here I am, locked away for no one to see." Jaejoong scoffed, backing away, leaning against his stone circle. The air was still, tension pulling tight at the two men.
"Jaejoong, you know," "Oh yes I know. You couldn’t have all your friends knowing you had even glanced my way, let alone fucked me. But you couldn’t stay away, leading me on with those very same words ‘you’re beautiful.’ Those words, those lips, your touch…" he sighed, the one breath filled with anguish. "You led me here where I am only a shadow of what I used to be."
The resentment was clear in Jaejoong’s eyes, Changmin couldn’t find himself to be angry for it either. He knew it was deserved, he was the cause. He didn’t want it like this, he wanted Jaejoong, free and beautiful as he was when they met…except Jaejoong was darkness itself. Changmin was the god of light, he should’ve never even looked at Jaejoong, but he couldn’t resist temptation, allowing himself to have a taste of darkness, and that’s what did him in.
Darkness was what he was against, it was why he existed. But to be against darkness was to let Jaejoong go.
"What if I freed you?"
[3/? Jaemin AU continuation]