Fic: Touching the Sky ~Chapter 2~
Title: Touching the Sky
Author: asianchik92
Genre: angst? fluff? friendship? highschool!fic
Characters: Changmin-centric, I'm thinking about putting some pairing but I'm not sure yet...
Rating: PG-13 (some stuff can be graphic and i don't want to be responsible... though i think most everyone is older than 13)
Disclaimer: I don't own them i merely admire their music, and the way they look, and act, and other things too...
Summary: Changmin is a freshmen (9th grader) in school. Quiet introvert, never bringing much attention to himself, older brother, responsible, and always trying to not cause trouble. Parents argue, violence increases at home and Changmin gets quieter at school. Never looking forward to going home, always going home late, and trying to get by life a minute by minute. He forgot what he had as a small child, he forgot the thrill of dreaming of hugging someone and always looking forward and always trying to touch the sky.
Previous: Prologue, Chapter 1,
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Chapter 2
"You flithy bitch!" The voice rang through the small house, the voice leaked of alcohol. A door banged heavy footsteps followed. The arguments continued getting closer together, everything that happened always seemed to end up in an argument.
Changmin sat in his room, unwilling to get out and face the monster in the living room. His face twisted in grimaces every time there was a bang or a thud. he would have to be cleaning up that once the yelling calmed down. A shudder ran through his spine when he remember the last time he tried to clean up. A hand unconsciously went up to to touch his upper left arm. A scar long, thin and discolored lay there under the t-shirt he was wearing.
He remembered how it got there, even remembered who gave it to him. He remembered the refusal of his father to send him to the hospital, he even remembered the cries, desperate pleading for his father to stop. Changmin's eyes closed he could smell the stench of alcohol again, he could remember the dull sound of a glass beer bottle hitting the ground, the blood roaring in his ears, the searing pain he felt all through his arm.
The scar now only reminded him that he was weak and that he couldn't stand up for anyone, he couldn't even stand up to the monster that he dared to call his father. His sisters that day had dragged him into their room and clean the cut while the other clutched on to him, tears wetting his shirt. When he reached up to touch his face, out of curiosity, on whether or not his face was damp with tears as his sisters were.
It wasn't, that was when he resolved that he would protect both of his sisters from his father, even if it meant beatings and yellings he would take it. Not that it changed much, before he would get yelled at just because his mother would give up in trying to fight back. Now he would purposefully divert the yelling to himself.
The night wore on, Changmin studying and doing homework to the constant sound track of yelling and crying. His eyes dry, his mind and body numb as he worked through his school work.
The next day Changmin woke up to see both of his sisters cuddling up close to him on his bed the pillow that one of them slept on was damp. He reached over and ran a hand over her head. "Chung Cha..." he turned and saw his other sister, "Hana..."
Chung-Cha stirred, her eyes opening slowly, lined with red and puffy from crying.
"Oppa..." her voice coming out desperate, he cuddles closer to Changmin her face pressed to Changmin's chest.
"What happened?" Changmin asked his voice soft as he tried not to wake Hana. Chung-Cha merely shook her head as more tears flowed from her eyes. Changmin could feel his shirt getting damp. He wrapped his hands around the crying, trembling girl. Changmin could only imagine how the twelve year old dealt with the yelling. He had heard that she was always happy looking, looking carefree all the time. He wished he could be like that, always being able to smile, always able to reach up and see positive. But his family had drained it out of him, taking care of his two sisters, pulling his mother away to calm her down and cleaning up after a drunken fight that his father might have had.
Changmin gently moved Chung-Cha-- who had fallen asleep by then-- to a pillow and tiptoed out of his room, closing the door quietly. He looked out into the living room. Only to pull back a bit.
His father, lay, in the middle of the room. Many bottles of beer and soju littered the floor. There was no way that Changmin was going to get to the kitchen without waking him up. Changmin took a deep breath and took a step.
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Junsu lay on his bed, throwing a ball at the ceiling. Yoochun looked over, questioningly.
"Something happen?" His voice echoed in the small room they were in.
"I don't know..." Junsu trailed off before continuing, "Changmin, Shim Changmin... Don't you find it odd that a boy his age has barely any friends and goes home really late?"
Yoochun looked at him, "You followed him didn't you."
Junsu looked at him straight in the eye. "The boys home, doesn't feel like a home..." Yoochun looked at him not believing.
"I'm serious Chunnie, I followed him there and stood outside his door," Junsu shuddered "I heard things that hurt me and the voices weren't even talking about me."
"What were they saying?" Yoochun asked in a calm voice that had an icy edge to it.
Junsu related what he heard to Yoochun, When he was finished Yoochun mouth hung open and cold anger simmered in his eyes. He hadn't heard people talking like that since he lived in America, and those people were his neighbors. Junsu just stared back at the ceiling.
Throwing the ball harder in anger he stopped when a pale hand reached out and caught the ball easily. The pale arm was attached to a pale man, with bright blonde hair a smirk painted on to his beautiful face.
"Jaejoong," Junsu said his voice even and straight to the point. The blonde man smiled before handing the ball back to Junsu who scowled at him.
"So have you guys met him yet?" asked Jaejoong back to smirking again.
Yoochun rolled his eyes, "Yes we have, and Junsu's getting all riled up from actually hearing his father."
Jaejoong contemplated for a minute, "We have to try, she told us to at least try and help him..."
"And why couldn't she come and help him herself?" A voice from behind him said with slight annoyance.
Jaejoong turned then rolled his eyes, "Because Yunho, she is known as dead to him and his family."
Junsu sat up the ball rolling on the other side of the room. Yoochun sighed and looked back at the book that he was holding, as Jaejoong sat down next to Junsu. Jaejoong placed a hand on Junsu thigh caressing it softly.
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Changmin walked as quietly as he could around the sleeping man. His socked feet dragging slightly on the wooden floor. His breath shallow not wanting to make any noise. There was a soft humming noise of the fridge in the kitchen, the water dripping slowly out of the faucet that needed replacement. He continued to tip toe his way to the kitchen that held some of the cleaning supplies.
He found a bottle of bleach almost empty, holding it above a bucket of water a small drop came out of it. Sighing he tiptoed back to his room and took out his wallet, he hadn't gone to work in the last few days, and now he was running out of money.
Grabbing a few won he put on a sweatshirt and left the house, locking the door behind him. Pulling up the hood of his sweatshirt over his eyes he looked down and started to walk towards to grocery store that was two blocks away from his house. The street looked ominous, the small street lights did nothing to ease the shadows away.
Shadows that seemed to come into Changmin's life everyday and take the ones that he loved away from him. First her, then his father -- who he couldn't recognize anymore and and now was threatening to take away his sanity too.
When he looked back up he realized that he was in the grocery store standing in front of the bleach and cleaning supplies. He sighed again, he had made this trip so many times that his body knew exactly where to go even if his mind wasn't on the same page.
He quietly reached for the bleach closest to him, and the cheapest. Looking down at the amount of money he had; he cursed under his breath, he only had a few won and twenty-five cents in his wallet, two won short. He shook his head, his hand running through hair ruffling it a few times, in frustration.
Changmin looked down at the bleach, 'One time can't hurt right?' He smiled ruefully. Before when everything was alright between his father and his mother he would've been okay with going back home and getting more money, but with the man sleeping on the floor he wouldn't be able to go and come back.
'Might as well get more while am at it,' He thought. His own thoughts disgusted him, this was below him, this was against his values, this just was not him.
He put on a pair of sunglasses and pulled up his hood, Standing in the isle he walked over to the cashier, right as he reached there he turned around as if he forgot something. The cashier looked up and turned around to get one of the coupons that was on the wall.
Changmin saw the opportunity and seized it. He sprinted out of the store, In his hands were the bleach bottle and some choco-pies. His heart pounded, adrenaline pumped through his veins as he ran down the street and turned the corner. Running down the road that seemed to go on forever. He abruptly turned the corner and ran into something, he looked up in something akin to horror.
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a/n: I feel really bad..... i thought i could update this in November..... but school.. exams.... scary homework that makes no sense.....><.... my teachers are trying to my and my friends.... but the school year is almost over for me.... (We get out in May... but exams are the first week of June...><)
Also this is completely unbetaed.... cause i didn't want to aggravate or irritate unni with my horrible grammar, so If you see anything that makes no sense what so ever please tell me.....
the story is bad... i know..... but comments are very much appreciated... ^_^
Author: asianchik92
Genre: angst? fluff? friendship? highschool!fic
Characters: Changmin-centric, I'm thinking about putting some pairing but I'm not sure yet...
Rating: PG-13 (some stuff can be graphic and i don't want to be responsible... though i think most everyone is older than 13)
Disclaimer: I don't own them i merely admire their music, and the way they look, and act, and other things too...
Summary: Changmin is a freshmen (9th grader) in school. Quiet introvert, never bringing much attention to himself, older brother, responsible, and always trying to not cause trouble. Parents argue, violence increases at home and Changmin gets quieter at school. Never looking forward to going home, always going home late, and trying to get by life a minute by minute. He forgot what he had as a small child, he forgot the thrill of dreaming of hugging someone and always looking forward and always trying to touch the sky.
Previous: Prologue, Chapter 1,
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Chapter 2
"You flithy bitch!" The voice rang through the small house, the voice leaked of alcohol. A door banged heavy footsteps followed. The arguments continued getting closer together, everything that happened always seemed to end up in an argument.
Changmin sat in his room, unwilling to get out and face the monster in the living room. His face twisted in grimaces every time there was a bang or a thud. he would have to be cleaning up that once the yelling calmed down. A shudder ran through his spine when he remember the last time he tried to clean up. A hand unconsciously went up to to touch his upper left arm. A scar long, thin and discolored lay there under the t-shirt he was wearing.
He remembered how it got there, even remembered who gave it to him. He remembered the refusal of his father to send him to the hospital, he even remembered the cries, desperate pleading for his father to stop. Changmin's eyes closed he could smell the stench of alcohol again, he could remember the dull sound of a glass beer bottle hitting the ground, the blood roaring in his ears, the searing pain he felt all through his arm.
The scar now only reminded him that he was weak and that he couldn't stand up for anyone, he couldn't even stand up to the monster that he dared to call his father. His sisters that day had dragged him into their room and clean the cut while the other clutched on to him, tears wetting his shirt. When he reached up to touch his face, out of curiosity, on whether or not his face was damp with tears as his sisters were.
It wasn't, that was when he resolved that he would protect both of his sisters from his father, even if it meant beatings and yellings he would take it. Not that it changed much, before he would get yelled at just because his mother would give up in trying to fight back. Now he would purposefully divert the yelling to himself.
The night wore on, Changmin studying and doing homework to the constant sound track of yelling and crying. His eyes dry, his mind and body numb as he worked through his school work.
The next day Changmin woke up to see both of his sisters cuddling up close to him on his bed the pillow that one of them slept on was damp. He reached over and ran a hand over her head. "Chung Cha..." he turned and saw his other sister, "Hana..."
Chung-Cha stirred, her eyes opening slowly, lined with red and puffy from crying.
"Oppa..." her voice coming out desperate, he cuddles closer to Changmin her face pressed to Changmin's chest.
"What happened?" Changmin asked his voice soft as he tried not to wake Hana. Chung-Cha merely shook her head as more tears flowed from her eyes. Changmin could feel his shirt getting damp. He wrapped his hands around the crying, trembling girl. Changmin could only imagine how the twelve year old dealt with the yelling. He had heard that she was always happy looking, looking carefree all the time. He wished he could be like that, always being able to smile, always able to reach up and see positive. But his family had drained it out of him, taking care of his two sisters, pulling his mother away to calm her down and cleaning up after a drunken fight that his father might have had.
Changmin gently moved Chung-Cha-- who had fallen asleep by then-- to a pillow and tiptoed out of his room, closing the door quietly. He looked out into the living room. Only to pull back a bit.
His father, lay, in the middle of the room. Many bottles of beer and soju littered the floor. There was no way that Changmin was going to get to the kitchen without waking him up. Changmin took a deep breath and took a step.
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Junsu lay on his bed, throwing a ball at the ceiling. Yoochun looked over, questioningly.
"Something happen?" His voice echoed in the small room they were in.
"I don't know..." Junsu trailed off before continuing, "Changmin, Shim Changmin... Don't you find it odd that a boy his age has barely any friends and goes home really late?"
Yoochun looked at him, "You followed him didn't you."
Junsu looked at him straight in the eye. "The boys home, doesn't feel like a home..." Yoochun looked at him not believing.
"I'm serious Chunnie, I followed him there and stood outside his door," Junsu shuddered "I heard things that hurt me and the voices weren't even talking about me."
"What were they saying?" Yoochun asked in a calm voice that had an icy edge to it.
Junsu related what he heard to Yoochun, When he was finished Yoochun mouth hung open and cold anger simmered in his eyes. He hadn't heard people talking like that since he lived in America, and those people were his neighbors. Junsu just stared back at the ceiling.
Throwing the ball harder in anger he stopped when a pale hand reached out and caught the ball easily. The pale arm was attached to a pale man, with bright blonde hair a smirk painted on to his beautiful face.
"Jaejoong," Junsu said his voice even and straight to the point. The blonde man smiled before handing the ball back to Junsu who scowled at him.
"So have you guys met him yet?" asked Jaejoong back to smirking again.
Yoochun rolled his eyes, "Yes we have, and Junsu's getting all riled up from actually hearing his father."
Jaejoong contemplated for a minute, "We have to try, she told us to at least try and help him..."
"And why couldn't she come and help him herself?" A voice from behind him said with slight annoyance.
Jaejoong turned then rolled his eyes, "Because Yunho, she is known as dead to him and his family."
Junsu sat up the ball rolling on the other side of the room. Yoochun sighed and looked back at the book that he was holding, as Jaejoong sat down next to Junsu. Jaejoong placed a hand on Junsu thigh caressing it softly.
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Changmin walked as quietly as he could around the sleeping man. His socked feet dragging slightly on the wooden floor. His breath shallow not wanting to make any noise. There was a soft humming noise of the fridge in the kitchen, the water dripping slowly out of the faucet that needed replacement. He continued to tip toe his way to the kitchen that held some of the cleaning supplies.
He found a bottle of bleach almost empty, holding it above a bucket of water a small drop came out of it. Sighing he tiptoed back to his room and took out his wallet, he hadn't gone to work in the last few days, and now he was running out of money.
Grabbing a few won he put on a sweatshirt and left the house, locking the door behind him. Pulling up the hood of his sweatshirt over his eyes he looked down and started to walk towards to grocery store that was two blocks away from his house. The street looked ominous, the small street lights did nothing to ease the shadows away.
Shadows that seemed to come into Changmin's life everyday and take the ones that he loved away from him. First her, then his father -- who he couldn't recognize anymore and and now was threatening to take away his sanity too.
When he looked back up he realized that he was in the grocery store standing in front of the bleach and cleaning supplies. He sighed again, he had made this trip so many times that his body knew exactly where to go even if his mind wasn't on the same page.
He quietly reached for the bleach closest to him, and the cheapest. Looking down at the amount of money he had; he cursed under his breath, he only had a few won and twenty-five cents in his wallet, two won short. He shook his head, his hand running through hair ruffling it a few times, in frustration.
Changmin looked down at the bleach, 'One time can't hurt right?' He smiled ruefully. Before when everything was alright between his father and his mother he would've been okay with going back home and getting more money, but with the man sleeping on the floor he wouldn't be able to go and come back.
'Might as well get more while am at it,' He thought. His own thoughts disgusted him, this was below him, this was against his values, this just was not him.
He put on a pair of sunglasses and pulled up his hood, Standing in the isle he walked over to the cashier, right as he reached there he turned around as if he forgot something. The cashier looked up and turned around to get one of the coupons that was on the wall.
Changmin saw the opportunity and seized it. He sprinted out of the store, In his hands were the bleach bottle and some choco-pies. His heart pounded, adrenaline pumped through his veins as he ran down the street and turned the corner. Running down the road that seemed to go on forever. He abruptly turned the corner and ran into something, he looked up in something akin to horror.
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a/n: I feel really bad..... i thought i could update this in November..... but school.. exams.... scary homework that makes no sense.....><.... my teachers are trying to my and my friends.... but the school year is almost over for me.... (We get out in May... but exams are the first week of June...><)
Also this is completely unbetaed.... cause i didn't want to aggravate or irritate unni with my horrible grammar, so If you see anything that makes no sense what so ever please tell me.....
the story is bad... i know..... but comments are very much appreciated... ^_^