Broken Wings (1/1)

I’d never really considered myself as ‘fallen’. I had everything I wanted, and more. I got a double dose of inherited intelligence from my parents, so my grades were the best in the school. Hell, my grades were the best in whole damn country. I had the looks, a singing voice to die for. Girls swarmed me in the corridors, boys too for that matter. Some wanted tutoring, others wanted to know how I got those good looks I mentioned before, and some... well, some were there for the same reason as the girls. Hey, I'm no judge...As I said, I had everything. I was clever, good-looking, loved and adored. Everyone wanted to be me, Cho Kyuhyun. I never even had to make my own lunch. I’d get 5 or 6 a day thrust into my arms, eat what I wanted, then the swarms would fight over what was left, after all, I, the great Cho Kyuhyun had touched that box, that food...So if anyone had asked me how ‘fallen’ I felt I was, I’d have told them I was flying higher than the angels. How could I not, with everything I had?But there was one thing I was missing. One thing I hadn’t even considered, I’d never believed, and would probably never have known if not for the bubbly, childish boy that wandered idly into my life, and stuck himself there like a limpet.Spending time with him made me feel weightless. I could fly as high as I wanted when I was with Donghae, no inhibitions. I was happier than I’d been for a long time, not that I’d realised I wasn't happy before Hae had come along, but the contrast was stark. And that made me realise two things.Firstly, the one thing I’d been missing was love. Real, true, deeply heartfelt love. I’d never even thought of its existence before, but the way he made me feel, the way he looked at me, and the way he filled my dreams every time I closed my eyes...Secondly, my wings were broken. Before I’d met him, my life had been nothing. Nothing in comparison. Realising how high I could fly when he was around made me realise just how low I fell without him. Despite my past illusion, I had been wrong. I was so badly fallen, that it would take a miracle to fix me, to pick me back up, and mend my wings so that I could fly.That miracle was Donghae.Every moment with him was like a bandage removed, a plaster taken off, and little by little, my wings began to mend. Each time I was with him, I could fly a little higher, stretch my wings just that little bit further.And each time I had to leave him, and go back to the bland reality that the majority of my life consisted of, I realised one more very important thing.Donghae was the only one to make me fly. He was the only one who could mend my wings, teach me how to use them, and take me to heights I’d never even dreamed of. I needed him, and though my wings were still twisted, cracked and broken, though it was going to take a long time before I could fly as high as Donghae, he was healing me, and I was more than happy to let him.