[#100] Regrets (Hankyung/Ryeowook)
[#100] Regrets, WC *
Title: A Song For Him
Length: 456 words
Author: blabby_lwy
Rating: G
Characters/Pairing(s): Hankyung/Ryeowook
Warning: Involves character death
Disclaimer: Fate does not bring me to own Super Junior.
Author's Note: I just had to post this although I think it's not ready yet, lol. Oh well.
Archive: 100 Suju Fics Challenge
Summary: Ryeowook performs in Super Junior's Heilongjiang concert in China.
"So when are you going to play me my song?"
"It's not ready yet," Ryeowook lied quickly.
Hankyung pouted. "You said that three months ago. I want to hear it now."
Ryeowook placed down his chopsticks on his bowl and calmly looked up at Hankyung's frowning face. "I'm not ready yet. I'll promise you I'll play it to you before the concert." Hankyung smiled.
Ryeowook's trembling finger hits the first key on the piano, the tranquil pitch of the high 'A' minor bouncing on and off the echoing walls around him. He adjusts the microphone in front of him that is clenching firmly on the edge of the grand white piano. He taps the microphone and hears the loud bang ringing from the speakers that surrounds the stage at all possible directions. He is engulfed in black and blue and white-the waving blue lights within the black stadium shutting him to the middle bright stage light with the white grand piano gleaming brilliantly in front of him. The fans cheer for him, yell for him, his name echoing distantly in his ears. He closes his eyes as he feels the bag of burden in his head fill up.
Ryeowook coughs lightly. He leans toward the microphone with his eyes focusing on the key he just played on the piano. “It took me a year to complete this song, and when I was done, I never had the chance to play it.” Ryeowook’s soft voice echoes across the stadium. His eyes swell up with tears as he chokes, “It was for Hangeng gege.”
Silence.
Ryeowook can hear sniffling amongst the 10,000 sapphire blue light sticks.
“I’ve never had the chance to play this song for him. For many months he has been pestering me to finish the song so he could hear it, but I took his request for granted. Ge, I’m sorry.” Ryeowook heaves a strain sigh. He feels his makeup melting from the tears that are falling down his warm cheeks. “I-I’m sorry-that-you couldn’t hear this song before…” his voice trails off. He covers his face with his hands.
The fans begin to chant for Hankyung.
“Hyung,” Ryeowook whispers in Korean, looking up at the blue lights glaring brilliantly above him. “This song is for you. This song is for Super Junior’s Heilongjiang concert.”
So Ryeowook plays, plays, and plays, as the sweet memories of Hankyung wheel through the large screen behind him, as the sunny face of Hankyung flash through his eyes, as the soft voice of Hankyung ring through his mind, singing to this song, as if he is still alive, still performing, standing next to him, his trademark grin ripening across his face.
Ryeowook smiles. “We’re finally home.”
Title: A Song For Him
Length: 456 words
Author: blabby_lwy
Rating: G
Characters/Pairing(s): Hankyung/Ryeowook
Warning: Involves character death
Disclaimer: Fate does not bring me to own Super Junior.
Author's Note: I just had to post this although I think it's not ready yet, lol. Oh well.
Archive: 100 Suju Fics Challenge
Summary: Ryeowook performs in Super Junior's Heilongjiang concert in China.
"So when are you going to play me my song?"
"It's not ready yet," Ryeowook lied quickly.
Hankyung pouted. "You said that three months ago. I want to hear it now."
Ryeowook placed down his chopsticks on his bowl and calmly looked up at Hankyung's frowning face. "I'm not ready yet. I'll promise you I'll play it to you before the concert." Hankyung smiled.
Ryeowook's trembling finger hits the first key on the piano, the tranquil pitch of the high 'A' minor bouncing on and off the echoing walls around him. He adjusts the microphone in front of him that is clenching firmly on the edge of the grand white piano. He taps the microphone and hears the loud bang ringing from the speakers that surrounds the stage at all possible directions. He is engulfed in black and blue and white-the waving blue lights within the black stadium shutting him to the middle bright stage light with the white grand piano gleaming brilliantly in front of him. The fans cheer for him, yell for him, his name echoing distantly in his ears. He closes his eyes as he feels the bag of burden in his head fill up.
Ryeowook coughs lightly. He leans toward the microphone with his eyes focusing on the key he just played on the piano. “It took me a year to complete this song, and when I was done, I never had the chance to play it.” Ryeowook’s soft voice echoes across the stadium. His eyes swell up with tears as he chokes, “It was for Hangeng gege.”
Silence.
Ryeowook can hear sniffling amongst the 10,000 sapphire blue light sticks.
“I’ve never had the chance to play this song for him. For many months he has been pestering me to finish the song so he could hear it, but I took his request for granted. Ge, I’m sorry.” Ryeowook heaves a strain sigh. He feels his makeup melting from the tears that are falling down his warm cheeks. “I-I’m sorry-that-you couldn’t hear this song before…” his voice trails off. He covers his face with his hands.
The fans begin to chant for Hankyung.
“Hyung,” Ryeowook whispers in Korean, looking up at the blue lights glaring brilliantly above him. “This song is for you. This song is for Super Junior’s Heilongjiang concert.”
So Ryeowook plays, plays, and plays, as the sweet memories of Hankyung wheel through the large screen behind him, as the sunny face of Hankyung flash through his eyes, as the soft voice of Hankyung ring through his mind, singing to this song, as if he is still alive, still performing, standing next to him, his trademark grin ripening across his face.
Ryeowook smiles. “We’re finally home.”