Yesung Gets the Girl, Pt. 6
Title: Yesung Gets the Girl
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true.
Summary: Yesung isn't happy. Narsha wants to fix that. Someone else doesn't want them involved.
Pairings: Yesung/Narsha, HeeChul/Hankyung, EunHyuk/DongHae
Rating: PG
Yesung never liked visiting this manager's office. It was too... pretentious, a testament of the man's status, and meant to intimidate those who visited. Especially, or so Yesung thought, the artists he was supposed to represent. But the man had summoned him, and he came, if only because he didn't want to get on the wrong side of management. He sat in the rather uncomfortable chair across the desk from the manager, wary and not sure what the man wanted to talk to him about.
"It has come to our attention that you're in a relationship with a young woman," the manager said, and Yesung's fists clenched where they rested on his thighs.
"Yes," he said. That's why the man called him in? More evidence of Father SM, he thought silently.
The manager looked blandly at him, and then smiled. Yesung nearly flinched.
He grew angry and pale as the manager went on about the wrongness of the match (what business of his was it anyway?), the wrong image it gave… Yesung barely heard him until his final statement. "You need to break it off."
Yesung stiffened, mouth half-open to protest, but the man's expression - his eyes - held no compassion, not the slightest hint that he would back down from this ridiculous demand. He tried anyway. "You have no right…."
"I have every right," the man snarled back, and then his words washed over Yesung again, explaining why the manager had that right, and what could be done if he did not go along with this. He felt like a bug, pinned by his own hand, and slowly relented as the barrage of words and intentions banged at him, head bowing. "Is that clear?"
Yesung didn't look up. "Yes, sir," he murmured.
Dismissed, he got up, bowed, and left. He got home without causing an accident, something that surprised him when it crossed his mind on the way into the building, and stumbled through his apartment to his bed. He collapsed on it, burying his head in the pillow she'd used.
"Yesung?"
He didn't know how long he'd lain there, but he knew Hankyung didn't have a key to his apartment. "Hm?"
"You left your door open. Are you okay?"
It took a huge effort to sit up and make his eyes focus. "Sure. Just tired."
Hankyung didn't believe him, and he couldn't think how to change that - couldn't think. "What happened?" his friend asked.
Yesung struggled off the bed, and walked - steadily - toward the bedroom door. "Nothing happened."
"Yesung...."
"Hyung, I'm fine," he said, and left the bedroom.
Hankyung followed. "But…."
Yesung turned to look dully at him. "Hyung. I'm fine."
Hankyung opened his mouth to protest, and then nodded, looking angry. "Very well."
Yesung nodded and continued into the kitchen. "I have to make a phone call," he said dully. Oh, how he didn't want to do that….
"I'll let you do that."
Yesung didn't cringe at the ice in his friend's tone, but barely. "Thank you," he murmured, and sank down at the table. He got his phone out of his pocket and played with it, avoiding the call he had to make.
He knew he could reach her, right now. No leaving a message.
The door to his apartment shut, startling him, and it galvanized him to action. He flipped open the phone and dialed her number.
"Hello?"
"Narsha?"
His voice sounded… dead. Dulled. "Yesung?" He'd caught her on the way out, and she stopped before she opened the door to her bedroom.
"My, uh, manager called me in today."
The words, combined with the tone, made her heart thump. "What did he say?" she asked warily.
"I'm sorry." He didn't say anything for a while, and she bit her lip to wait him out. "We have to… stop. Seeing each other."
"What?" She hadn't expected that.
"I'm sorry. I don't know how, but they knew, and… but he said I had to. I don't want to," he said, and it came out nearly a wail, a heart-rending cry. "But he seemed to think he could… do something to you, if I didn't…."
"Sh," she said, sinking down to the floor. Her legs wouldn't hold her up any more. "It's okay."
"It's not!" he protested, and hearing something besides that dead tone cheered her. "It's not okay."
"No," she agreed. "It's not okay. But it is as it is." She took a deep breath, her heart breaking, even if she didn't show it as much as he did. "Thanks, though. For calling me that first time, for… everything."
He was so silent at the other end. "Narsha," he finally said. "I'm sorry."
"I know." She wanted to rail at how unfair it was, but it would do no good.
"Thank you. Good-bye."
Her phone went dead, and she closed it, letting it fall onto the floor next to her. So it ended, and it barely got started.
Damn it, she liked him.
A knock on her door made her look up, and Miryo looked in. "Hey. We're going to…." She drifted off. "Narsha? Are you okay?"
Narsha picked up her phone. "No," she said. "Where are we going?" She'd forgotten already.
Miryo helped her to her feet. "Dinner. What happened?"
Narsha shrugged. "Bad news. I'll be okay."
Narsha didn't know if Miryo believed her, but she didn't believe herself.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true.
Summary: Yesung isn't happy. Narsha wants to fix that. Someone else doesn't want them involved.
Pairings: Yesung/Narsha, HeeChul/Hankyung, EunHyuk/DongHae
Rating: PG
Yesung never liked visiting this manager's office. It was too... pretentious, a testament of the man's status, and meant to intimidate those who visited. Especially, or so Yesung thought, the artists he was supposed to represent. But the man had summoned him, and he came, if only because he didn't want to get on the wrong side of management. He sat in the rather uncomfortable chair across the desk from the manager, wary and not sure what the man wanted to talk to him about.
"It has come to our attention that you're in a relationship with a young woman," the manager said, and Yesung's fists clenched where they rested on his thighs.
"Yes," he said. That's why the man called him in? More evidence of Father SM, he thought silently.
The manager looked blandly at him, and then smiled. Yesung nearly flinched.
He grew angry and pale as the manager went on about the wrongness of the match (what business of his was it anyway?), the wrong image it gave… Yesung barely heard him until his final statement. "You need to break it off."
Yesung stiffened, mouth half-open to protest, but the man's expression - his eyes - held no compassion, not the slightest hint that he would back down from this ridiculous demand. He tried anyway. "You have no right…."
"I have every right," the man snarled back, and then his words washed over Yesung again, explaining why the manager had that right, and what could be done if he did not go along with this. He felt like a bug, pinned by his own hand, and slowly relented as the barrage of words and intentions banged at him, head bowing. "Is that clear?"
Yesung didn't look up. "Yes, sir," he murmured.
Dismissed, he got up, bowed, and left. He got home without causing an accident, something that surprised him when it crossed his mind on the way into the building, and stumbled through his apartment to his bed. He collapsed on it, burying his head in the pillow she'd used.
"Yesung?"
He didn't know how long he'd lain there, but he knew Hankyung didn't have a key to his apartment. "Hm?"
"You left your door open. Are you okay?"
It took a huge effort to sit up and make his eyes focus. "Sure. Just tired."
Hankyung didn't believe him, and he couldn't think how to change that - couldn't think. "What happened?" his friend asked.
Yesung struggled off the bed, and walked - steadily - toward the bedroom door. "Nothing happened."
"Yesung...."
"Hyung, I'm fine," he said, and left the bedroom.
Hankyung followed. "But…."
Yesung turned to look dully at him. "Hyung. I'm fine."
Hankyung opened his mouth to protest, and then nodded, looking angry. "Very well."
Yesung nodded and continued into the kitchen. "I have to make a phone call," he said dully. Oh, how he didn't want to do that….
"I'll let you do that."
Yesung didn't cringe at the ice in his friend's tone, but barely. "Thank you," he murmured, and sank down at the table. He got his phone out of his pocket and played with it, avoiding the call he had to make.
He knew he could reach her, right now. No leaving a message.
The door to his apartment shut, startling him, and it galvanized him to action. He flipped open the phone and dialed her number.
"Hello?"
"Narsha?"
His voice sounded… dead. Dulled. "Yesung?" He'd caught her on the way out, and she stopped before she opened the door to her bedroom.
"My, uh, manager called me in today."
The words, combined with the tone, made her heart thump. "What did he say?" she asked warily.
"I'm sorry." He didn't say anything for a while, and she bit her lip to wait him out. "We have to… stop. Seeing each other."
"What?" She hadn't expected that.
"I'm sorry. I don't know how, but they knew, and… but he said I had to. I don't want to," he said, and it came out nearly a wail, a heart-rending cry. "But he seemed to think he could… do something to you, if I didn't…."
"Sh," she said, sinking down to the floor. Her legs wouldn't hold her up any more. "It's okay."
"It's not!" he protested, and hearing something besides that dead tone cheered her. "It's not okay."
"No," she agreed. "It's not okay. But it is as it is." She took a deep breath, her heart breaking, even if she didn't show it as much as he did. "Thanks, though. For calling me that first time, for… everything."
He was so silent at the other end. "Narsha," he finally said. "I'm sorry."
"I know." She wanted to rail at how unfair it was, but it would do no good.
"Thank you. Good-bye."
Her phone went dead, and she closed it, letting it fall onto the floor next to her. So it ended, and it barely got started.
Damn it, she liked him.
A knock on her door made her look up, and Miryo looked in. "Hey. We're going to…." She drifted off. "Narsha? Are you okay?"
Narsha picked up her phone. "No," she said. "Where are we going?" She'd forgotten already.
Miryo helped her to her feet. "Dinner. What happened?"
Narsha shrugged. "Bad news. I'll be okay."
Narsha didn't know if Miryo believed her, but she didn't believe herself.