When Sometimes a Love Story Isn't All about Happy Endings
Title: When Sometimes a Love Story Isn't All about Happy Endings
Pairing(s): YooSu, implied! JaeChun
Length: Oneshot
Words: 2424 words
Rating: Pg-13
Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance, slight Fluff
Warning: You may become confused and brokenhearted(?)
Disclaimer: My plot and words
Summary: Xiah and JunSu knows a love story isn't all about happy endings, Micky understands but YooChun may know nothing
A/N 1: This is a request oneshot I've written for layla_zala . I took so long since it has been a while I wrote for YooSu. Mian bb, if this isn't as heartbreaking as you want! Let's meet again after the hiatus neh? v^^v
A/N 2: I'll start writing my drabble series now. Wait for yours, requesters! Anyone still interested? ^^
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“Micky?”
A familiar voice calls him and the said man turns away from the window, his pale lips curved into a smile as the other walks to his bed.
“Hey Xiah. You come a little bit early today.”
“Yeah,” He caresses the paler skin, the small smile widens as Micky leans into his touch. “I think I miss you even more today.”
“I miss you too,” Micky looks up to him, with those eyes that speak of innocence. The moment breaks into an absolute silence when Micky suddenly wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him closer to rest his head against the centre of his chest.
“Micky?”
Not looking up, Micky continues to listen to Xiah’s strong heartbeats, “I’ve always love your heart.”He then says after a pause, “Ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum...”
Micky feels fingertips to brush against his hair, stroking them gently. “I wonder if I’ll live through this, waiting for something I don’t know I can ever have.”
He whispers and the other’s heart breaks at the uncertainty that lies in that small shaky voice.”You’ll live, I know you’ll. Don’t you ever lose your hope.”
Micky looks up again, finding Xiah’s eyes on him with a smile gracing his lips, that particular smile that has always given him strength.
“Promise me Micky, that you’ll keep on living.” The other’s voice soft yet firm and he nods, letting Xiah to wipe the shadows of his fear away.”I promise you.”
Somehow there are so many unsaid words between the both of them. There is a glint inside Xiah’s gaze that Micky cannot fathom, feeling as though he is missing something, something important.
“Micky,” A pause as he takes a small breath, “I need to go somewhere, I don’t think I can stay any longer here.”
Micky’s heart is thumping painfully against his chest, the usual weak beats turn faster as the nervous feeling creeps into him with the impact of Xiah’s words.
“Where are you going to? Aren’t you going to stay here for me?” Desperation can be heard clearly from his voice as he grips the other closer if it is possible. “I can’t go on like this without you. I won’t be doing this if you aren’t there.”
Their eyes meet and Xiah raises a hand, letting his fingers to glide over the pale cheeks. “There’s something I need to do.”
“Why is it so much more important than me?” There is heartache in Micky’s words and Xiah shakes his head lightly. “You don’t have any idea of how important you are to me.”
“Then I don’t understand why. I need you to go through this.”
I need you, please.
Xiah leans in towards Micky, taking his time to gaze into his confused eyes. “There’ll be one day that you’ll understand why.” He then presses a small kiss on the side of Micky’s lips.
A single lone tear falls and he turns away, already walking towards the door before Micky can see his trembling eyes.
An hour later and Xiah sits quietly in the seat of his car, looking out at the serene blue sky with a smile. “I love you.” He whispers, too soft for himself to hear and he closes his eyes, stepping into the pedal of the car for one last time before the car flies over the divider and falls into the sea and everything turns silent and dark.
*
Micky opens his eyes wide, sweats are all over him, sticking his hair onto his face as his breathing turns rapid. He clasps the centre of his chest, feeling the fast beats of his chest. Ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum.
“Xiah...”
The door opens, and a man runs to him, worry is written in all over his face.
“Micky, you’re awake!” The same man pulls him into a hug and he furrows his brow together. There is a little pain inside his chest and he tries to ignore it as the man releases him, only to let his fingers to glide all over him.
He takes the fingers into a halt, wasting no time to ask the man in front of him. “Hero, what’s going on? I...had a dream...Xiah, where is him? He-”
“He’s gone.” Hero looks up to meet a very pale Micky, and his heart breaks.
“No, he said there’s just something he needed to do. He said that I’m important to him. He said,” His eyes stir and he blinks, tears fall in every word he says and the pain inside his chest gets stronger, making the air feels so foreign to him. “He said-” His breaths become haggard and short, and the other man wastes no time to press the emergency button while holding him close.
“I’m so sorry, Micky.” Soon, a team of people dressed in white comes and pulls Hero off the panic man, and begins to monitor his alarm condition.
Micky’s eyes are fixed upon the white ceiling, his body numb and he tries hard to grasp on the fading image of Xiah. “Please don’t go.” His tears fall again and the familiar darkness envelops him into a silence.
The team walks out a moment later, leaving Hero with only the doctor behind.
“How is he?” Hero questions as he grips Micky hand into his. “Will he be okay?”
“He will, as long as he’s not being pressured in any time soon.” The doctor says calmly and Hero nods lightly. “What happened?”
“I told him about Xiah,” the doctor shakes his head quietly and Hero looks down. “Micky asked where he was. I’m sorry, but what should I do then, doctor? I can’t hide the truth, he will know about it one day. He will know that Xiah sacrificed his life for him, just to give him a heart he needs the most. Tell me doctor, what I should do then.”
The doctor places a comforting hand on his shoulder, his voice calm. “You already know what you should do.”Hero stares at the white envelope in his pocket as the doctor leaves.
“Give this to Micky.” Hero eyes the white envelope on his hand and frowns. “Xiah...”
“Please,” the crying man smiles, “He needs to understand.”
Hero looks up, only to watch the retreating back of the other in the empty hallway.
*
“Micky?”
A knock comes and the said man smiles to greet the other’s presence. “Hey, Hero.”
Hero smiles back and waves a file to his view. “The chief wants us for a meeting in about 10 minutes from now. Want to go with me?”
Micky shakes his head. “I need to do something first. I’ll go there after that.”
“Okay,” Hero replies. “Don’t be late and don’t run. Your heart-”
“I won’t and don’t worry, this heart is strong.” He smiles and waves the man off as he then closes the door.
Turning his gaze back to the book he is holding, he flips a particular page open, revealing a familiar white envelope. Taking the letter out, he breathes in before opening it, just like a habit he has done for countless of times and never have been bored of it.
Hey Micky. Do you still remember your best friend Xiah?
I don’t know how to tell you how sorry I am. Please forgive me. The foolish Xiah, you’ll forgive him right?
You must hate me, for leaving you. But I rather have your hatred than to see you in pain.
There is a stinging feeling behind his eyes and soon tears are clouding his eyes.
I love you Micky. I really do am. You’ll believe me right?
No matter of how many times he has read this, the pain is still there. A tear falls and he blinks, more to burn down his cheeks.
Maybe if there’s another future for us, I’ll tell you how much I love you.
Micky smiles sadly through his falling tears, bringing the letter close to his pounding heart. He closes his eyes, listening to the strong heartbeats. “Xiah...”
"Live through this, my love, until the time allows us to meet again.”
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“JunSu?”
The said man looks up from the novel he has been reading to meet YooChun’s curious gaze and he lets out a small smile, patting the space beside him to welcome the latter.
“What are you doing just now? The room feels empty and cold without you. I don’t feel like sleeping anymore.”
YooChun pouts and JunSu laughs softly as he waves the novel for the man to see. “I was reading a novel, a love story.”
“A love story? Wow, I never know you read this kind of stuff, Su.” YooChun grins and JunSu just shakes his head softly. “There are so many things you never know about me YooChun-ah.”
The older man climbs up the couch and rests his head on his lap. “Okay, let’s stop being mysterious and tell me what this novel is about.”
“What exactly are you doing now, Park YooChun sshi? JunSu is taken aback with YooChun’s act and yet he cannot help to smile amusedly.
“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe taking advantage of you, Kim JunSu sshi?” The older man winks and gets himself a solid punch on his bony shoulder. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!”
YooChun rubs his sore shoulder and tries again. “Now let’s proceed, shall we? Tell me about this novel.”
“This novel,” JunSu breathes in, “it’s about a sad love, two best friends man named Micky and Xiah. Micky was sick, he had a weak heart.”
“Well, what happened to him? Did he die?” YooChun asks and JunSu shakes his head faintly. “No, because Xiah sacrificed his life for Micky. He died so that Micky would have his heart.”
“Were they in love?” YooChun questions and JunSu nods softly. “Yes, but they never had a chance to love.”
“I hate it.” JunSu says nothing as YooChun looks up to him. “Why couldn’t the author write them a happy ending? That’s not fair to them. They never had a chance to love each other.”
JunSu’s expression softens as he plays with YooChun’s soft black locks. “You believe in happy endings too much, YooChun-ah. Life isn’t a fairy tale full of pink clouds and unbroken dreams.”
“But...” YooChun sighs.
JunSu shakes his head lightly. “Sometimes, a love story isn’t all about happy endings, because the world we live in isn’t perfect. We lost things, we’ve to let people we loved go, and, we’ve to say goodbyes. But we must keep on living, until our times in this world end. That’s just how the world is. Micky and Xiah’s love story was an example of that.”
JunSu stops when he realises YooChun has been staring at him for a while and looks at the other as curiously. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“You, although you’re right here with me, there’s something,” YooChun pauses for a moment, “I don’t know what it is, but I do feel I’ve missed something about you, like there’s a side of you that I never know, even after all these years. And, you understood this novel so well, like you’re the one who wrote it.”
JunSu just smiles. “I already told you so, YooChun-ah. There are so many things you never know about me, and maybe, I do am the author of this novel.”
“Right...you want me to believe that when I never seen you writing before?” YooChun eyes the still smiling man suspiciously before his gaze lands on the wall’s clock. “Oh gosh! I’m late! JaeJoong will definitely kill me!”
YooChun stands up immediately, almost running back to his room to retrieve his keys and some nice clothes to wear, leaving JunSu to feel his fading warmth. “He’s so worked up over the details of our suits. You know, right? How perfectionist JaeJoong is with his appearance and all? I already said white is a better choice but I guess he loves black suits more, and I don’t think I can disagree with him. I wonder how we end up like this anyway.”
The almost panicked man comes out from the room perfectly clad with a fresh pair of jeans and white t-shirt. “So how do I look?”
There is a glint of something in JunSu’s gaze on him, but it is gone as he blinks away, watching the approaching figure of his best friend towards him. JunSu stops in front of him, still smiling but somehow the familiar sunshine are missing, and he is left wondering once more.
“There,” YooChun watches more as JunSu smoothes out some stubborn strays of his hair, wondering if those eyes are crying though void any tears. “All perfect, YooChun-ah.”
“I,” He breathes out, “I should be going now.” YooChun takes a last glance at the man in front of him before turning towards the front door with a strange feeling in his chest, but his pace is suddenly halted as he turns around, watching the surprised look on his best friend’s face.
“Who,” He breathes again, hands curl into loose fist. “If it’s you, who’ll you be? Micky or Xiah?”
JunSu’s frown fades as he lets out a small smile. “I don’t know. Who do you think I’ll be?”
“Xiah,” YooChun said, his eyes stay unwavering at the other. “You’ll be Xiah.”
There is a moment of silence before a familiar laugh echoes through the space between them. “I think you’re thinking too much about the novel. I don’t want to do role-playing today.”
“JunSu-ya,” YooChun calls and the said man’s laughter dies down but a smile still lingers there. “You’re happy, right?”
“I am, can’t you see?” The smile widens and YooChun wonders if it is real, if his best friend really means it. “And aren’t you already late? You may get killed for real by JaeJoong.”
YooChun steps outside the apartment, and before he takes a step further, he turns back. “You’re still going to be my best man, right? Because I won’t get married tomorrow if you aren’t there, no matter how JaeJoong begs me too.”
And when tomorrow finally comes and he finds himself standing behind the crowds of people wishing the newlyweds a happy life, JunSu takes a last glance at the happy smile YooChun gives to him.
Walking out from the cheers and wishes, he smiles as a teardrop falls onto a white envelope he is holding to.
Another blink and more tears fall as he leaves the white envelope alone by the windowsill.
I’ve let you go, I’ve said my goodbye. Now I must keep on living, and that’s just how my world is.