Oneshot // Everything's Gonna Be Alright // Yesung x Kibum
Title: Everything's Gonna Be Alright
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe
Pairing: Yesung x Kibum
Length: 788 words
Author's Notes: Written for my cousin, nongttaengi off a Sweetbox song and even if you don't know any sweetbox songs, you should know that all their songs aren't very happy ):
Everything's Gonna Be Alright
I laughed as you attempt to sing along with the song on the radio, not quite hitting the high notes or the deep notes, and purposely being off tune on the ones in the middle. I jokingly started doing the chicken dance with the bucket of chicken I held in my lap as we headed back to the dorm for dinner after you had picked me up from my filming.
I clasp my fingers around yours as I watch your chest rise and fall softly with each artificial breath you take and I think just how beautiful you really are, even now. Even now as you lay in this bed, unable to move, unable to awaken. Everyday I think how much I love you, how much I want to hold you and kiss you again, but I can’t. I just wish that you could at least hold my hand to let me know you are still here with me, let me know you’re still alive.
As I sit here in the hospital room, running my hand over your cheek and down your arm, I remember the sound of your laugh and the look of your beautiful smile, but those images are fading, Jongwoon, they’re fading. I need you here with me to bring them back. I need you here so I can know you love me, know you’re still here. Please wake up, Jongwoon, wake up and be with me again. I love you.
I see our light turn green ahead of us and we race down the street at just over the speed limit, both of us eager to be home and have this food in our bellies. I see us enter the intersection, but the next thing I see isn’t the other side of the street. It’s the tangled metal and your blood everywhere. I will never understand why people run red lights…I weakly lift my hand off the pavement then lift myself up and make my way over to where you were thrown on impact.
They say you aren’t going to wake up. It’s been four months since the accident and although all your physical wounds are almost healed, you aren’t showing any signs of mental recovery. But I believe in you. I believe you want to come back to me. There’s no way you wanted to leave me like that. Don’t leave me here in this world alone.
Some say they would give their life to see their loved ones again, but honestly, if I gave my life, what would that accomplish? Our roles would just be reversed and you would be sitting here holding my hand, wishing beyond all hope that I would wake up, that I would let you know even if in the smallest way, that I was still in this world.
“Kibum?” I hear Ryeowook’s voice behind me and feel his hand on my shoulder. He’s been coming to see you every now and then, too. Along with the rest of Super Junior. Do you know this, Jongwoon? Can you hear us when we talk to you? Do you know how much we all care for you? Not just me, but everyone? Ryeowook squeezes my shoulder lightly to tell me that it’s time to go home, but I don’t want to leave. I never do. I wish I could stay here by your side until you wake up.
Sirens were everywhere. Their high pitched squeals pervading the air all around me as I held your limp body in my arms. The sight of the totaled car was just to my right, but I barely see it anymore through the blurred vision the tears are forcing on me as they streak down my face. Why did this have to happen? Please wake up. I know you’ll be okay. You’re a fighter, you have the will to live so please, please wake up, Jongwoon. Please. For me?
I sigh and reluctantly stand up from my chair, kissing your hand then placing it over your stomach in the same spot I’ll come back and find it tomorrow. I procrastinate, like always, a few tears falling from my eyes as I look again upon your pale face with the oxygen mask over it giving you life. As I slowly pull my hand from yours, my fingers linger against yours and I feel yours move against mine. I turn back suddenly to see you still lying with your eyes closed, your breaths slow and artificial, but although the nurses force me out of the room, and I know there’s no arguing with them, I also know that you are still alive and we’ll see each other again soon.
I love you, Jongwoon. I love you.
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe
Pairing: Yesung x Kibum
Length: 788 words
Author's Notes: Written for my cousin, nongttaengi off a Sweetbox song and even if you don't know any sweetbox songs, you should know that all their songs aren't very happy ):
Everything's Gonna Be Alright
I laughed as you attempt to sing along with the song on the radio, not quite hitting the high notes or the deep notes, and purposely being off tune on the ones in the middle. I jokingly started doing the chicken dance with the bucket of chicken I held in my lap as we headed back to the dorm for dinner after you had picked me up from my filming.
I clasp my fingers around yours as I watch your chest rise and fall softly with each artificial breath you take and I think just how beautiful you really are, even now. Even now as you lay in this bed, unable to move, unable to awaken. Everyday I think how much I love you, how much I want to hold you and kiss you again, but I can’t. I just wish that you could at least hold my hand to let me know you are still here with me, let me know you’re still alive.
As I sit here in the hospital room, running my hand over your cheek and down your arm, I remember the sound of your laugh and the look of your beautiful smile, but those images are fading, Jongwoon, they’re fading. I need you here with me to bring them back. I need you here so I can know you love me, know you’re still here. Please wake up, Jongwoon, wake up and be with me again. I love you.
I see our light turn green ahead of us and we race down the street at just over the speed limit, both of us eager to be home and have this food in our bellies. I see us enter the intersection, but the next thing I see isn’t the other side of the street. It’s the tangled metal and your blood everywhere. I will never understand why people run red lights…I weakly lift my hand off the pavement then lift myself up and make my way over to where you were thrown on impact.
They say you aren’t going to wake up. It’s been four months since the accident and although all your physical wounds are almost healed, you aren’t showing any signs of mental recovery. But I believe in you. I believe you want to come back to me. There’s no way you wanted to leave me like that. Don’t leave me here in this world alone.
Some say they would give their life to see their loved ones again, but honestly, if I gave my life, what would that accomplish? Our roles would just be reversed and you would be sitting here holding my hand, wishing beyond all hope that I would wake up, that I would let you know even if in the smallest way, that I was still in this world.
“Kibum?” I hear Ryeowook’s voice behind me and feel his hand on my shoulder. He’s been coming to see you every now and then, too. Along with the rest of Super Junior. Do you know this, Jongwoon? Can you hear us when we talk to you? Do you know how much we all care for you? Not just me, but everyone? Ryeowook squeezes my shoulder lightly to tell me that it’s time to go home, but I don’t want to leave. I never do. I wish I could stay here by your side until you wake up.
Sirens were everywhere. Their high pitched squeals pervading the air all around me as I held your limp body in my arms. The sight of the totaled car was just to my right, but I barely see it anymore through the blurred vision the tears are forcing on me as they streak down my face. Why did this have to happen? Please wake up. I know you’ll be okay. You’re a fighter, you have the will to live so please, please wake up, Jongwoon. Please. For me?
I sigh and reluctantly stand up from my chair, kissing your hand then placing it over your stomach in the same spot I’ll come back and find it tomorrow. I procrastinate, like always, a few tears falling from my eyes as I look again upon your pale face with the oxygen mask over it giving you life. As I slowly pull my hand from yours, my fingers linger against yours and I feel yours move against mine. I turn back suddenly to see you still lying with your eyes closed, your breaths slow and artificial, but although the nurses force me out of the room, and I know there’s no arguing with them, I also know that you are still alive and we’ll see each other again soon.
I love you, Jongwoon. I love you.