Oneshot
Title: Broken
Genre: Angst, Romance, Alternate Universe
Pairing/Characters: KyuMin
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, yaoi, violence, grammar
Summary: Sungmin's life was fine until his father came home drunk one night. After that, Kyuhyun was all Sungmin had left to pick up the broken pieces.
A/N: wtf is wrong w/ me? i have no idea where this came from...but...here it is...
Sungmin pressed his hands to his ears as he listened to his parents scream at each other. He watched the clock on his wall as the seconds ticked by. A loud crash echoed through the halls and Sungmin squeezed his eyes shut as he heard footsteps stomping down to his bedroom. The door slammed open and the blanket was ripped off him.
“Get up!” he father slurred.
Sungmin squeezed his eyes shut tighter, hoping against hope his father would think he was asleep.
“Damn it you fucking bitch!” his father grabbed the back of Sungmin’s shirt and pulled him out of the bed, “I told you to get up!”
First came a kick to the chest. A slap to the face. Blood trickled from his nose and Sungmin coughed blood with each kick to his stomach.
Sungmin’s mother began to scream as Sungmin was beaten. After years of marital arts, when he really needed it, he couldn’t bring himself to hit his father back. So he sat there next to his bed and listened to his mother’s cries and pleads. Time continued to move at a pace most painful for Sungmin.
Sungmin felt the tears begin to stream down his face, but he couldn’t feel any of the pain he knew he should’ve felt. He felt nothing as he was kicked, repeatedly, in his stomach. He didn’t feel it when he was yanked up by the roots of his hair so his feet no longer touched the ground. He couldn’t feel it when his head hit the corner of the door harshly and it began to bleed.
He watched as his father moved onto his mother. She did cry. She begged for him to stop. But it was all in vein, as he seemed to enjoy it when she cried. He laughed with each kick. With each passing minute he got angrier, and stronger. He was psychotic, deranged, mentally insane. However you want to say it: the man was sick, and Sungmin and his mother were the ones paying for it.
When had things gone wrong?
Did they do something to piss him off?
What could they have done?
Sungmin’s mother had been waiting for him to come home in the living for the past five hours. She was worried because he was so late. She had made his favorite foods to welcome him home. But as soon as he walked through the front door he began to curse, yell and throw things. It woke Sungmin up. It made him scared with the realization that there was no going back. That if he didn’t do something to change what was happening things would go terribly wrong. But he chose not to do anything and stay quiet in his room, hoping they would ignore him.
Lot of good that did him.
Sungmin closed his eyes to wait for it to stop.
Probably thirty minutes later, Sungmin’s mother finally stopped screaming. Her eyes stared blankly at the wall. She had been beaten to death. Thinking it was over; Sungmin tried to push himself up, only to be kicked back down again. He coughed up blood.
“Stand up you little whore!” Sungmin’s father slurred, sipping his booze out of a paper bag.
Had he had that this whole time?
Did he really beat Sungmin and his mother with only one hand?
Sungmin groaned as he tried to stand up. When he was halfway there he was slapped down again, and his father laughed.
Still laughing, Sungmin’s father poured alcohol onto Sungmin’s face, then some down his own drunken throat. Sungmin went back to staring at the clock, waiting for it to end.
It was midnight when Sungmin’s father arrived home wasted for the first time.
It was midnight when Sungmin’s father shouted at Sungmin’s mother for reasons he couldn’t understand.
It was one in the morning when he began to beat Sungmin.
It was one-thirty when he began to beat Sungmin’s mother.
At two Sungmin’s mother died and Sungmin’s father began to beat him again.
At two forty-five Sungmin’s father finally passed out too.
At three Sungmin was finally able to stand, pack his bags and leave.
By three-thirty Sungmin was standing outside the bus stop.
At four he made a phone call to the only person he felt he could still trust.
“Hello?” a thick voice answered on the third ring.
“Kyu?” Sungmin breathed.
“Hey, hyung,” Kyuhyun yawned on the other end, “what’s up?”
“C-Can-Can you come get me?” Sungmin’s voice broke.
“Of course,” Kyuhyun said, no longer tired, and Sungmin imagined him looking for pants, “is something wrong? Where are you?”
“I’m at the bus stop by my house,” Sungmin bit his lower lip to stop the tears, “please, Kyu, be fast.”
“I’ll be there in five minutes.” The line went dead, and Sungmin fell down onto his knees, letting the tears fall down from his face.
Kyuhyun sped down the road at the fastest speed he could get his car to go. Only thinking about Sungmin. Thinking about how hurt he must be, it didn’t matter to him that he didn’t know what was going on, he just had to help his Sungmin.
His car screeched to a stop in front of the bus stop three minutes after he had hung up the phone on Sungmin. Kyuhyun felt his heart break a little bit at the sight of Sungmin curled up on the side of the road, looking like he had just be through hell.
Sitting next to him, Kyuhyun wrapped his arms around Sungmin and whispered words of comfort into his ears. Sungmin wrapped his arms around Kyuhyun’s neck and cried harder, soaking Kyuhyun’s shirt all the way through. Kyuhyun stroked Sungmin’s hair and rocked him back and forth. Eventually the tears calmed down but Sungmin continued to cling to Kyuhyun like a lifeline. It was as if Sungmin thought Kyuhyun would leave if he let go.
“Hey, Min,” Kyuhyun whispered when Sungmin began to shiver, “let’s head to the car so we can go home okay?”
Sungmin nodded but didn’t loosen his grip on Kyuhyun’s neck. Sighing, Kyuhyun picked him up bridal style and carried him to the car. Carefully he put him down in the passenger’s seat before driving away.
The drive home seemed to take forever. Sungmin gripped Kyuhyun’s right hand close to his chest and cried into it. Honestly it made driving kind of difficult. But Kyuhyun drove calmly and carefully as best he could with one hand. He didn’t want to risk getting Sungmin more shaken up than he already was.
In the driveway Kyuhyun once again carried Sungmin bridal style into the house. As Kyuhyun lived alone the house was silent when they walked in.
(Kyuhyun had been kicked out of his home when his parents found out that he was gay. They disowned him and forced him to support himself. He did a good job at it. Kyuhyun lived in a nice ranch house in a nice neighborhood, and he never had to worry about food or electricity.)
Kyuhyun took Sungmin to sit down on the couch and Kyuhyun got a cool washcloth to try and clean Sungmin up, but the wounds were too severe. Too deep. A tiny washcloth wouldn’t help him get better. There was nothing else he could do so he picked Sungmin up and carried him to the bathroom. He filled up the tub with warm water, and carefully helped Sungmin take his clothes off.
“Min,” Kyuhyun breathed as he began to wash Sungmin’s wounds, “what happened to you?”
Sungmin looked down and bit his lower lip, but didn’t say anything. He probably wouldn’t speak again for a while.
“Min, it’s okay.” Kyuhyun whispered, wrapping his arms around the elder, “You’re safe now. I won’t let you get hurt again.”
“I know you won’t, Kyu,” Sungmin finally whispered, nuzzling into Kyuhyun’s chest, seeking the safety and comfort he offered.
They didn’t say much after that, there wasn’t much too say. But Kyuhyun carefully washed all of Sungmin’s injuries, taking great care of the places that looked like they hurt the most. When he was done he emptied the tub of water and helped Sungmin out, wrapping a big fluffy towel around him, before pulling him close into yet another hug.
When they pulled away Kyuhyun brushed Sungmin’s hair out of his eyes and helped him get dressed in warm clothes. Holding him close, he led Sungmin into his room and laid him down on the bed.
When he turned to leave, Sungmin reached out and grabbed his wrist.
“I love you, Kyuhyun,” he whispered, “I need you to know that.”
Kyuhyun’s eyes widened and he looked Sungmin in the eye, searching for any sign of doubt. When he found none, he gently caressed Sungmin’s cheek, and kissed him softly.
“I love you, too.” He whispered when they broke apart.
Kyuhyun crawled into bed with Sungmin and wrapped his arms around him, keeping him close. Sungmin nuzzled closer, feeling safety with Kyuhyun. They fell asleep wrapped around each other, and stayed that way for the longest time.
**About Three Years Later**
Sungmin stared his father down through the glass and picked up the telephone so that they could talk to each other.
“Hey,” Mr. Lee tried.
Sungmin remained silent.
After that terrible night Sungmin had told Kyuhyun at breakfast what had happened to him. Kyuhyun had wanted to go and beat the man himself, but Sungmin stopped him. Insisting that they should call the police instead. When they had arrived at the scene Sungmin’s father was still passed out on the floor of Sungmin’s room. There was more than enough evidence to get the man convicted. Sungmin’s father was charged with murder and child abuse. As well as driving while intoxicated and other minor offenses he had committed throughout the night.
For this Mr. Lee got a total of 25 years to life in prison. Sungmin had only ever visited him once, today. He knew his father’s reasons from what the police had told him, but he wanted to hear it out of his own father’s mouth.
“How’s Kyuhyun?” Mr. Lee tried again.
Sungmin kept a carefully blank expression, “He’s fine.”
There was a pause.
“Why did you come here today?”
“To ask why you did what you did. Why did you beat mom and me? Call us whores, sluts, bitches and whatever else you could think of?”
“…”
“Speak old man.” Sungmin growled, “I don’t plan on coming back here.”
“I don’t know why I did all that.”
Sungmin narrowed his eyes, “Don’t you dare lie to me.”
Mr. Lee’s eyes widened slightly, but he relaxed and sat back. “I was getting laid off. My girlfriend broke up with me. I couldn’t face you and your mother. I decided to go out and get drunk, knowing that when I came you home you would leave me. It made me angry. Knowing that I had messed up so bad it would cost everything that mattered to me. I don’t remember anything else of that night. When I woke up the next morning, it was to the police sirens. When I saw your mother I realized what I had done, and I will have to live with it for the rest of my life.”
“Do you remember how you laughed?” Sungmin growled.
Mr. Lee’s eyes widened.
“You forgot how mom begged for you to stop?”
“…”
“You were the one that had an affair, but we were the ones that got punished for it.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Fuck you. This is the last time I’m coming here.” Sungmin narrowed his eyes, “Should you come out of here alive, don’t come looking for me. I don’t want to see you.”
Sungmin hung up the phone and walked out. Leaving his father behind once and for all.
Outside, the officer that took Sungmin to visit his father tipped his hat to him, “Have a nice day, Mr. Cho,” he said, closing the gates.
Smiling, Sungmin nodded back at him and walked over to the car waiting for him. Knocking on the driver’s side window.
“How’d it go?” Kyuhyun asked, rolling the window down.
“Fine.” Sungmin smiled, leaning in to kiss Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun kissed him back, tangling his fingers in Sungmin’s hair and pulled him closer. When he poked his tongue out to try and go farther, Sungmin pulled away and smirked.
“Min!” Kyuhyun whined as Sungmin skipped around to the passenger’s side, “Why’d you stop?”
Sungmin giggled and placed another kiss on Kyuhyun’s cheek, “You can punish me when we get home.”
Kyuhyun smirked and stepped on the gas, lurching them forward and out onto the highway.
“Hey, Min,” Kyuhyun said after a while, eyebrows furrowing together, “I was wondering, what did keep you going that night? While he, um…you know…”
Sungmin smiled slightly at the memory, “It was you, Kyu.”
“What?” Kyuhyun’s eyes widened, “But I-“
“I thought about how if I died, I’d never get a chance to tell you that I love you. So I didn’t let myself die. Even though it did seem like a good idea at times.”
Kyuhyun pulled the car over and kissed Sungmin as passionately as he could.
“I love you so much, Sungmin.” Kyuhyun whispered, kissing him again, “I love you so, so much.”
“I love you too, Kyuhyun.” Sungmin smiled and kissed his husband again and again, “I love you too.”
A/N2: Comments are loved, please give me feedback on what you think i'm always looking to improve. Thank you! ^^
Genre: Angst, Romance, Alternate Universe
Pairing/Characters: KyuMin
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, yaoi, violence, grammar
Summary: Sungmin's life was fine until his father came home drunk one night. After that, Kyuhyun was all Sungmin had left to pick up the broken pieces.
A/N: wtf is wrong w/ me? i have no idea where this came from...but...here it is...
Sungmin pressed his hands to his ears as he listened to his parents scream at each other. He watched the clock on his wall as the seconds ticked by. A loud crash echoed through the halls and Sungmin squeezed his eyes shut as he heard footsteps stomping down to his bedroom. The door slammed open and the blanket was ripped off him.
“Get up!” he father slurred.
Sungmin squeezed his eyes shut tighter, hoping against hope his father would think he was asleep.
“Damn it you fucking bitch!” his father grabbed the back of Sungmin’s shirt and pulled him out of the bed, “I told you to get up!”
First came a kick to the chest. A slap to the face. Blood trickled from his nose and Sungmin coughed blood with each kick to his stomach.
Sungmin’s mother began to scream as Sungmin was beaten. After years of marital arts, when he really needed it, he couldn’t bring himself to hit his father back. So he sat there next to his bed and listened to his mother’s cries and pleads. Time continued to move at a pace most painful for Sungmin.
Sungmin felt the tears begin to stream down his face, but he couldn’t feel any of the pain he knew he should’ve felt. He felt nothing as he was kicked, repeatedly, in his stomach. He didn’t feel it when he was yanked up by the roots of his hair so his feet no longer touched the ground. He couldn’t feel it when his head hit the corner of the door harshly and it began to bleed.
He watched as his father moved onto his mother. She did cry. She begged for him to stop. But it was all in vein, as he seemed to enjoy it when she cried. He laughed with each kick. With each passing minute he got angrier, and stronger. He was psychotic, deranged, mentally insane. However you want to say it: the man was sick, and Sungmin and his mother were the ones paying for it.
When had things gone wrong?
Did they do something to piss him off?
What could they have done?
Sungmin’s mother had been waiting for him to come home in the living for the past five hours. She was worried because he was so late. She had made his favorite foods to welcome him home. But as soon as he walked through the front door he began to curse, yell and throw things. It woke Sungmin up. It made him scared with the realization that there was no going back. That if he didn’t do something to change what was happening things would go terribly wrong. But he chose not to do anything and stay quiet in his room, hoping they would ignore him.
Lot of good that did him.
Sungmin closed his eyes to wait for it to stop.
Probably thirty minutes later, Sungmin’s mother finally stopped screaming. Her eyes stared blankly at the wall. She had been beaten to death. Thinking it was over; Sungmin tried to push himself up, only to be kicked back down again. He coughed up blood.
“Stand up you little whore!” Sungmin’s father slurred, sipping his booze out of a paper bag.
Had he had that this whole time?
Did he really beat Sungmin and his mother with only one hand?
Sungmin groaned as he tried to stand up. When he was halfway there he was slapped down again, and his father laughed.
Still laughing, Sungmin’s father poured alcohol onto Sungmin’s face, then some down his own drunken throat. Sungmin went back to staring at the clock, waiting for it to end.
It was midnight when Sungmin’s father arrived home wasted for the first time.
It was midnight when Sungmin’s father shouted at Sungmin’s mother for reasons he couldn’t understand.
It was one in the morning when he began to beat Sungmin.
It was one-thirty when he began to beat Sungmin’s mother.
At two Sungmin’s mother died and Sungmin’s father began to beat him again.
At two forty-five Sungmin’s father finally passed out too.
At three Sungmin was finally able to stand, pack his bags and leave.
By three-thirty Sungmin was standing outside the bus stop.
At four he made a phone call to the only person he felt he could still trust.
“Hello?” a thick voice answered on the third ring.
“Kyu?” Sungmin breathed.
“Hey, hyung,” Kyuhyun yawned on the other end, “what’s up?”
“C-Can-Can you come get me?” Sungmin’s voice broke.
“Of course,” Kyuhyun said, no longer tired, and Sungmin imagined him looking for pants, “is something wrong? Where are you?”
“I’m at the bus stop by my house,” Sungmin bit his lower lip to stop the tears, “please, Kyu, be fast.”
“I’ll be there in five minutes.” The line went dead, and Sungmin fell down onto his knees, letting the tears fall down from his face.
Kyuhyun sped down the road at the fastest speed he could get his car to go. Only thinking about Sungmin. Thinking about how hurt he must be, it didn’t matter to him that he didn’t know what was going on, he just had to help his Sungmin.
His car screeched to a stop in front of the bus stop three minutes after he had hung up the phone on Sungmin. Kyuhyun felt his heart break a little bit at the sight of Sungmin curled up on the side of the road, looking like he had just be through hell.
Sitting next to him, Kyuhyun wrapped his arms around Sungmin and whispered words of comfort into his ears. Sungmin wrapped his arms around Kyuhyun’s neck and cried harder, soaking Kyuhyun’s shirt all the way through. Kyuhyun stroked Sungmin’s hair and rocked him back and forth. Eventually the tears calmed down but Sungmin continued to cling to Kyuhyun like a lifeline. It was as if Sungmin thought Kyuhyun would leave if he let go.
“Hey, Min,” Kyuhyun whispered when Sungmin began to shiver, “let’s head to the car so we can go home okay?”
Sungmin nodded but didn’t loosen his grip on Kyuhyun’s neck. Sighing, Kyuhyun picked him up bridal style and carried him to the car. Carefully he put him down in the passenger’s seat before driving away.
The drive home seemed to take forever. Sungmin gripped Kyuhyun’s right hand close to his chest and cried into it. Honestly it made driving kind of difficult. But Kyuhyun drove calmly and carefully as best he could with one hand. He didn’t want to risk getting Sungmin more shaken up than he already was.
In the driveway Kyuhyun once again carried Sungmin bridal style into the house. As Kyuhyun lived alone the house was silent when they walked in.
(Kyuhyun had been kicked out of his home when his parents found out that he was gay. They disowned him and forced him to support himself. He did a good job at it. Kyuhyun lived in a nice ranch house in a nice neighborhood, and he never had to worry about food or electricity.)
Kyuhyun took Sungmin to sit down on the couch and Kyuhyun got a cool washcloth to try and clean Sungmin up, but the wounds were too severe. Too deep. A tiny washcloth wouldn’t help him get better. There was nothing else he could do so he picked Sungmin up and carried him to the bathroom. He filled up the tub with warm water, and carefully helped Sungmin take his clothes off.
“Min,” Kyuhyun breathed as he began to wash Sungmin’s wounds, “what happened to you?”
Sungmin looked down and bit his lower lip, but didn’t say anything. He probably wouldn’t speak again for a while.
“Min, it’s okay.” Kyuhyun whispered, wrapping his arms around the elder, “You’re safe now. I won’t let you get hurt again.”
“I know you won’t, Kyu,” Sungmin finally whispered, nuzzling into Kyuhyun’s chest, seeking the safety and comfort he offered.
They didn’t say much after that, there wasn’t much too say. But Kyuhyun carefully washed all of Sungmin’s injuries, taking great care of the places that looked like they hurt the most. When he was done he emptied the tub of water and helped Sungmin out, wrapping a big fluffy towel around him, before pulling him close into yet another hug.
When they pulled away Kyuhyun brushed Sungmin’s hair out of his eyes and helped him get dressed in warm clothes. Holding him close, he led Sungmin into his room and laid him down on the bed.
When he turned to leave, Sungmin reached out and grabbed his wrist.
“I love you, Kyuhyun,” he whispered, “I need you to know that.”
Kyuhyun’s eyes widened and he looked Sungmin in the eye, searching for any sign of doubt. When he found none, he gently caressed Sungmin’s cheek, and kissed him softly.
“I love you, too.” He whispered when they broke apart.
Kyuhyun crawled into bed with Sungmin and wrapped his arms around him, keeping him close. Sungmin nuzzled closer, feeling safety with Kyuhyun. They fell asleep wrapped around each other, and stayed that way for the longest time.
**About Three Years Later**
Sungmin stared his father down through the glass and picked up the telephone so that they could talk to each other.
“Hey,” Mr. Lee tried.
Sungmin remained silent.
After that terrible night Sungmin had told Kyuhyun at breakfast what had happened to him. Kyuhyun had wanted to go and beat the man himself, but Sungmin stopped him. Insisting that they should call the police instead. When they had arrived at the scene Sungmin’s father was still passed out on the floor of Sungmin’s room. There was more than enough evidence to get the man convicted. Sungmin’s father was charged with murder and child abuse. As well as driving while intoxicated and other minor offenses he had committed throughout the night.
For this Mr. Lee got a total of 25 years to life in prison. Sungmin had only ever visited him once, today. He knew his father’s reasons from what the police had told him, but he wanted to hear it out of his own father’s mouth.
“How’s Kyuhyun?” Mr. Lee tried again.
Sungmin kept a carefully blank expression, “He’s fine.”
There was a pause.
“Why did you come here today?”
“To ask why you did what you did. Why did you beat mom and me? Call us whores, sluts, bitches and whatever else you could think of?”
“…”
“Speak old man.” Sungmin growled, “I don’t plan on coming back here.”
“I don’t know why I did all that.”
Sungmin narrowed his eyes, “Don’t you dare lie to me.”
Mr. Lee’s eyes widened slightly, but he relaxed and sat back. “I was getting laid off. My girlfriend broke up with me. I couldn’t face you and your mother. I decided to go out and get drunk, knowing that when I came you home you would leave me. It made me angry. Knowing that I had messed up so bad it would cost everything that mattered to me. I don’t remember anything else of that night. When I woke up the next morning, it was to the police sirens. When I saw your mother I realized what I had done, and I will have to live with it for the rest of my life.”
“Do you remember how you laughed?” Sungmin growled.
Mr. Lee’s eyes widened.
“You forgot how mom begged for you to stop?”
“…”
“You were the one that had an affair, but we were the ones that got punished for it.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Fuck you. This is the last time I’m coming here.” Sungmin narrowed his eyes, “Should you come out of here alive, don’t come looking for me. I don’t want to see you.”
Sungmin hung up the phone and walked out. Leaving his father behind once and for all.
Outside, the officer that took Sungmin to visit his father tipped his hat to him, “Have a nice day, Mr. Cho,” he said, closing the gates.
Smiling, Sungmin nodded back at him and walked over to the car waiting for him. Knocking on the driver’s side window.
“How’d it go?” Kyuhyun asked, rolling the window down.
“Fine.” Sungmin smiled, leaning in to kiss Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun kissed him back, tangling his fingers in Sungmin’s hair and pulled him closer. When he poked his tongue out to try and go farther, Sungmin pulled away and smirked.
“Min!” Kyuhyun whined as Sungmin skipped around to the passenger’s side, “Why’d you stop?”
Sungmin giggled and placed another kiss on Kyuhyun’s cheek, “You can punish me when we get home.”
Kyuhyun smirked and stepped on the gas, lurching them forward and out onto the highway.
“Hey, Min,” Kyuhyun said after a while, eyebrows furrowing together, “I was wondering, what did keep you going that night? While he, um…you know…”
Sungmin smiled slightly at the memory, “It was you, Kyu.”
“What?” Kyuhyun’s eyes widened, “But I-“
“I thought about how if I died, I’d never get a chance to tell you that I love you. So I didn’t let myself die. Even though it did seem like a good idea at times.”
Kyuhyun pulled the car over and kissed Sungmin as passionately as he could.
“I love you so much, Sungmin.” Kyuhyun whispered, kissing him again, “I love you so, so much.”
“I love you too, Kyuhyun.” Sungmin smiled and kissed his husband again and again, “I love you too.”
A/N2: Comments are loved, please give me feedback on what you think i'm always looking to improve. Thank you! ^^