Death Comes In A Package (8/?)
A/N : I'm going to be on a semi-hiatus after 29th Dec, so I'm trying my best to update as many fics and chapters as I can. ^^
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“Sure you want to do this?”
The wind was not as gentle as it used to be.
“You don't have to do this, man. You’ve got nothing to do with this!”
The sky was not as blue as it seemed to be.
“I’m ought to what I’m supposed to do.”
The black heads that looked up below him were just too many. He shut his eyes, and looked up to heaven.
“Look!! Someone’s going to jump!!”
“Oh my goodness... That’s Cho Kyuhyun!! The rich heir!! Someone call the police!! Hurry!!”
He heard that. It’s a pity, that some strangers were actually cared for him. Poor them for helping a dying man.
“Oh my god~!!!! He jumped!!!!”
He was flying. His feet stepped on nothing. He opened his eyes, sharp winds stung his soft viewing organs. The dark pavement seemed to be nearer.
A cold hand held his right one.
He was falling. He was falling from a fifteen storey building. Donghae was shouting from the top of the building. Strangers were screaming from below.
The cold hand was still fisting his right one. But this time, the hand felt warmer.
“I’ll be waiting for you, so just bear with this pain for a while, and our plans will work.”
Brupp! Strangers were still screaming. He could see people’s feet. How low has he sunk in those people’s minds, for doing this?
The pain was extremely felt all over his body. The cracking sound from his neck, the numbness of his limbs; he couldn’t move an inch. He could feel warm blood gushing from his nostril, and his ears went deaf. No sounds, except for his own heartbeat.
But then, when he thought Sungmin was ready to take him to the Nameless Zone, he saw Donghae lying next to his side; looking into his eyes, giving him a weak smile. He could see some teeth were missing in it, and he was bleeding; just like Kyuhyun is.
“He’s mine. I won't let him admire you more than he already did.”
Chuckled. Kyuhyun shut his eyes.
“Pabbo Donghae.”
***
He knew it, to be in love with someone famous like Jongwoon is not something easy. Ryeowook knew it all along.
Jongwoon is a star. He was offered to be a trainee when he was twelve, and at the age of nineteen, like this? He’s a superstar in singing industry. He walks in front of others as a star, he speaks like a star, he acts like a star.
Everybody cherished him. Everybody wants to be with him. And that was why Ryeowook felt as if it was a dream; a lying dream when Jongwoon pulled his hand to the rooftop one day, and confessed to him with a flushed face. He was happy, it was unexpected. And he was afraid too, to be loved by someone this precious.
Yet Jongwoon’s small hands comforted him. Jongwoon’s loving eyes attracted him. Jongwoon’s smooth, deep voice pulled him to fall for him. And a rejection wasn’t worth the delicacies. Ryeowook knew it, he just had to agree.
But their love wasn’t easy. Even with Jongwoon’s care for him, nobody can stop the torments that came from the people who were disgusted or offended with their relationship.
The girls were kicking his ass, telling him to back off. The guys were being extremely curious, wondering what it is that so good about this kid that Jongwoon gave up on liking girls, and kept asking him to sleep with them. Ryeowook thought he would be able to make it. But when it came to the level where Jongwoon was missing his chances of performing and doing the things that he loved the most; singing, just because they went public about their love, he had enough.
He wanted to retreat from this relationship. He thought that was the best option. People would stop excluding his beloved from the society, and Jongwoon would be able to get his popularity once again.
But Jongwoon said no. He said that Ryeowook was far more important than his singing, than his career, than his wealth; that he didn't mind losing everything for him. He said that with the warmth of his body. He said that with the sweet lips flowering Ryeowook’s. He said that with his eyes looking at Ryeowook with tenderness. How could someone leave him like that?
Ryeowook gave up on his thought. He just knew it; he couldn’t live without Jongwoon, and so did the latter. Jongwoon’s career ended; and their love story started to bloom. They lived far from the people they knew before, far from Korea, far from their families. Years passed, and they had their love guarded well in those beautiful times.
Yet they forgot about how grudges will never die. They forgot that there were people who were left with misfortune of their pure love. And when they finally returned to Korea, to live in their hometown without anyone disturbing them;
Ryeowook was killed. By the manager that was left unemployed when they went away.
***
The phone was ringing when the angry man stabbed his chest countless of times; Ryeowook was gasping, there’s no more voice left in his throat to scream. His eyes, instead of looking at his murderer, were gazing at the phone. His mind was telling him to get up and pick it, so that Jongwoon at the other end of the line would sigh in relief, and laugh as always.
The phone was still ringing when the blood was gushing nonstop out from his wounds, and was still ringing when the devil pulled down his pants and shoved his dick inside the dying young man. Ryeowook’s tears were flowing; not because he was going to die sooner, but because he failed to let only Jongwoon to touch him until his final breath. And even after his death, he would still feel disgusted with the moans that the devil let out after he finished.
And when he finally felt his body dragged, and his breathings were hard; and finally his eyes went shut, the phone stopped ringing.
That was when he met Siwon.
He greeted him when the devil was pushing down the dirt onto his barely alive body in the hole.
“I’m here to take you.”
Ryeowook smiled, and threw his hands upward, trying to reach Siwon’s.
“Take me... to where...? I... want to see... Jongwoon...”
Siwon’s face turned sad.
“I can't take you to meet him now, but if you agree to follow me to this place, I can help you to fulfil your wish.”
Ryeowook smiled wider, and the devil above him saw that. He jumped into the hole, and cursed the young man.
“Just die, you fag!”
But Ryeowook wasn’t listening to him, because Siwon was explaining how wonderful the Nameless Zone is. How he will get the chance to see Jongwoon again if he is there, and how Siwon himself will help him to fulfil that.
Yet how could the devil would know? He lifted the shovel in his hand higher above his head, and slammed it down, right onto Ryeowook’s bruised yet smiling face. There was a hole, revealing the young man’s raw brain. The blood was covering the dirt, turned it black, and the devil laughed; well, as how a devil should laugh.
Ryeowook was standing near the edge of the hole. He saw his dead body. He saw the devil continuing his work to bury him there. He looked around and found out that it was all trees; huge trees around him.
"Nobody’s going to find me here. He will never know I’m gone."
An arm wrapped his shoulders, putting him in an embrace. It was warm. He wished it was Jongwoon.
“So why don't you make that as a reason for you to be where we are going next? Since everyone needs to have a reason to be somewhere or to do something, even to live.”
He nodded.
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Chapter 7
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“Sure you want to do this?”
The wind was not as gentle as it used to be.
“You don't have to do this, man. You’ve got nothing to do with this!”
The sky was not as blue as it seemed to be.
“I’m ought to what I’m supposed to do.”
The black heads that looked up below him were just too many. He shut his eyes, and looked up to heaven.
“Look!! Someone’s going to jump!!”
“Oh my goodness... That’s Cho Kyuhyun!! The rich heir!! Someone call the police!! Hurry!!”
He heard that. It’s a pity, that some strangers were actually cared for him. Poor them for helping a dying man.
“Oh my god~!!!! He jumped!!!!”
He was flying. His feet stepped on nothing. He opened his eyes, sharp winds stung his soft viewing organs. The dark pavement seemed to be nearer.
A cold hand held his right one.
He was falling. He was falling from a fifteen storey building. Donghae was shouting from the top of the building. Strangers were screaming from below.
The cold hand was still fisting his right one. But this time, the hand felt warmer.
“I’ll be waiting for you, so just bear with this pain for a while, and our plans will work.”
Brupp! Strangers were still screaming. He could see people’s feet. How low has he sunk in those people’s minds, for doing this?
The pain was extremely felt all over his body. The cracking sound from his neck, the numbness of his limbs; he couldn’t move an inch. He could feel warm blood gushing from his nostril, and his ears went deaf. No sounds, except for his own heartbeat.
But then, when he thought Sungmin was ready to take him to the Nameless Zone, he saw Donghae lying next to his side; looking into his eyes, giving him a weak smile. He could see some teeth were missing in it, and he was bleeding; just like Kyuhyun is.
“He’s mine. I won't let him admire you more than he already did.”
Chuckled. Kyuhyun shut his eyes.
“Pabbo Donghae.”
***
He knew it, to be in love with someone famous like Jongwoon is not something easy. Ryeowook knew it all along.
Jongwoon is a star. He was offered to be a trainee when he was twelve, and at the age of nineteen, like this? He’s a superstar in singing industry. He walks in front of others as a star, he speaks like a star, he acts like a star.
Everybody cherished him. Everybody wants to be with him. And that was why Ryeowook felt as if it was a dream; a lying dream when Jongwoon pulled his hand to the rooftop one day, and confessed to him with a flushed face. He was happy, it was unexpected. And he was afraid too, to be loved by someone this precious.
Yet Jongwoon’s small hands comforted him. Jongwoon’s loving eyes attracted him. Jongwoon’s smooth, deep voice pulled him to fall for him. And a rejection wasn’t worth the delicacies. Ryeowook knew it, he just had to agree.
But their love wasn’t easy. Even with Jongwoon’s care for him, nobody can stop the torments that came from the people who were disgusted or offended with their relationship.
The girls were kicking his ass, telling him to back off. The guys were being extremely curious, wondering what it is that so good about this kid that Jongwoon gave up on liking girls, and kept asking him to sleep with them. Ryeowook thought he would be able to make it. But when it came to the level where Jongwoon was missing his chances of performing and doing the things that he loved the most; singing, just because they went public about their love, he had enough.
He wanted to retreat from this relationship. He thought that was the best option. People would stop excluding his beloved from the society, and Jongwoon would be able to get his popularity once again.
But Jongwoon said no. He said that Ryeowook was far more important than his singing, than his career, than his wealth; that he didn't mind losing everything for him. He said that with the warmth of his body. He said that with the sweet lips flowering Ryeowook’s. He said that with his eyes looking at Ryeowook with tenderness. How could someone leave him like that?
Ryeowook gave up on his thought. He just knew it; he couldn’t live without Jongwoon, and so did the latter. Jongwoon’s career ended; and their love story started to bloom. They lived far from the people they knew before, far from Korea, far from their families. Years passed, and they had their love guarded well in those beautiful times.
Yet they forgot about how grudges will never die. They forgot that there were people who were left with misfortune of their pure love. And when they finally returned to Korea, to live in their hometown without anyone disturbing them;
Ryeowook was killed. By the manager that was left unemployed when they went away.
***
The phone was ringing when the angry man stabbed his chest countless of times; Ryeowook was gasping, there’s no more voice left in his throat to scream. His eyes, instead of looking at his murderer, were gazing at the phone. His mind was telling him to get up and pick it, so that Jongwoon at the other end of the line would sigh in relief, and laugh as always.
The phone was still ringing when the blood was gushing nonstop out from his wounds, and was still ringing when the devil pulled down his pants and shoved his dick inside the dying young man. Ryeowook’s tears were flowing; not because he was going to die sooner, but because he failed to let only Jongwoon to touch him until his final breath. And even after his death, he would still feel disgusted with the moans that the devil let out after he finished.
And when he finally felt his body dragged, and his breathings were hard; and finally his eyes went shut, the phone stopped ringing.
That was when he met Siwon.
He greeted him when the devil was pushing down the dirt onto his barely alive body in the hole.
“I’m here to take you.”
Ryeowook smiled, and threw his hands upward, trying to reach Siwon’s.
“Take me... to where...? I... want to see... Jongwoon...”
Siwon’s face turned sad.
“I can't take you to meet him now, but if you agree to follow me to this place, I can help you to fulfil your wish.”
Ryeowook smiled wider, and the devil above him saw that. He jumped into the hole, and cursed the young man.
“Just die, you fag!”
But Ryeowook wasn’t listening to him, because Siwon was explaining how wonderful the Nameless Zone is. How he will get the chance to see Jongwoon again if he is there, and how Siwon himself will help him to fulfil that.
Yet how could the devil would know? He lifted the shovel in his hand higher above his head, and slammed it down, right onto Ryeowook’s bruised yet smiling face. There was a hole, revealing the young man’s raw brain. The blood was covering the dirt, turned it black, and the devil laughed; well, as how a devil should laugh.
Ryeowook was standing near the edge of the hole. He saw his dead body. He saw the devil continuing his work to bury him there. He looked around and found out that it was all trees; huge trees around him.
"Nobody’s going to find me here. He will never know I’m gone."
An arm wrapped his shoulders, putting him in an embrace. It was warm. He wished it was Jongwoon.
“So why don't you make that as a reason for you to be where we are going next? Since everyone needs to have a reason to be somewhere or to do something, even to live.”
He nodded.
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Chapter 7