011; my world ends with you
title my world ends with you
fandom super junior
pairing kyuhyun/sungmin
rating pg
a/n I rented The World Ends With You from Blockbuster because they ran out of Batman: Arkham Asylum. It's such a good game, why didn't I try playing it earlier? It's due back on Monday and I'm only on the fourth day. ;____; (It says there are seven days but there are actually twenty-one.) Mm, anyway, I started typing this out on the notes thing in my cell phone and had about the first two paragraphs before I had to put my phone up and go to school. I don't know what I did at the ending, it's kind of random, but it goes with WEWY. A good song to listen to while reading this would be Ignorance by Paramore.
written 09aug28
Shut up. Stop talking. You’re so annoying. Shut your damn mouth! I don’t need anyone. I don’t need your help. The world only needs me and music. I can’t stand people. So loud. Headphones are practically shaking, vibrating and tickling my ears while I block out the noise. That’s all you are to me, every one of you. Noise. You can never shut your big mouths.
It’s because of you all-the media, the antis, netizens-you’re the reason I wish I had a giant mute button. I’m sick of hearing your talk. Mindless, useless words spat out like you’re better than me. But guess what: we’re all scum! Yeah, I’m no better than you, even if I’m an idol. You can’t tell if my smile is fake or if I’m truly interested; I’m that good an actor. Just shut up and let me do what I was made to do: sing.
I don’t need people. I can get through life alone. But he prevents me from doing that. He made me feel alive, made me feel like I could actually stand the senseless chatter. But months after he started making me lose my selfish, I-don‘t-care-and-I-don‘t-need-you persona, he rips all my “happiness,” away and goes off with eternal magnae. I don’t exist anymore now that he’s got what he wants.
What happened to me? What happened to the times when I was what you wanted, Lee Sungmin? When did you stop caring? Did you even care at all? I know, we’re practically brothers, best friends for who knows how long. We practically wrote our names in blood. Whatever big psychologist that came up with the Tabula Rasa is wrong: my parents didn't carve themselves in deeper than anyone else, you did! And now you want to act as if I’m not even you’re aquaintance now that you can cuddle with Kim Ryeowook every night.
Is this all a dream? It has to be just a bad dream… Wake up, Kyuhyun! Wake up, dammit! The tears, the pain, the endless anger and hurt and betrayal, it won’t stop unless you wake up!
¥
Kyuhyun did wake up. He woke up in a place where he couldn’t remember anything except his name. The streets were crowded and everyone was talking. He pulled his headphones from his neck to over his ears and pounded out the hip hop music, blocking out most of the noise sufficiently. A boy with black hair, puffy cheeks, and a nice smile walked up to him and said with aegyo, “Hi, I’m Sungmin. Would you like to make a pact with me?”
“Uh…,” Kyuhyun was stunned, wondering what he meant by ‘pact.’ “Sure?”
“Okay. We’re partners now. You can’t ever leave me, alright?”
fandom super junior
pairing kyuhyun/sungmin
rating pg
a/n I rented The World Ends With You from Blockbuster because they ran out of Batman: Arkham Asylum. It's such a good game, why didn't I try playing it earlier? It's due back on Monday and I'm only on the fourth day. ;____; (It says there are seven days but there are actually twenty-one.) Mm, anyway, I started typing this out on the notes thing in my cell phone and had about the first two paragraphs before I had to put my phone up and go to school. I don't know what I did at the ending, it's kind of random, but it goes with WEWY. A good song to listen to while reading this would be Ignorance by Paramore.
written 09aug28
Shut up. Stop talking. You’re so annoying. Shut your damn mouth! I don’t need anyone. I don’t need your help. The world only needs me and music. I can’t stand people. So loud. Headphones are practically shaking, vibrating and tickling my ears while I block out the noise. That’s all you are to me, every one of you. Noise. You can never shut your big mouths.
It’s because of you all-the media, the antis, netizens-you’re the reason I wish I had a giant mute button. I’m sick of hearing your talk. Mindless, useless words spat out like you’re better than me. But guess what: we’re all scum! Yeah, I’m no better than you, even if I’m an idol. You can’t tell if my smile is fake or if I’m truly interested; I’m that good an actor. Just shut up and let me do what I was made to do: sing.
I don’t need people. I can get through life alone. But he prevents me from doing that. He made me feel alive, made me feel like I could actually stand the senseless chatter. But months after he started making me lose my selfish, I-don‘t-care-and-I-don‘t-need-you persona, he rips all my “happiness,” away and goes off with eternal magnae. I don’t exist anymore now that he’s got what he wants.
What happened to me? What happened to the times when I was what you wanted, Lee Sungmin? When did you stop caring? Did you even care at all? I know, we’re practically brothers, best friends for who knows how long. We practically wrote our names in blood. Whatever big psychologist that came up with the Tabula Rasa is wrong: my parents didn't carve themselves in deeper than anyone else, you did! And now you want to act as if I’m not even you’re aquaintance now that you can cuddle with Kim Ryeowook every night.
Is this all a dream? It has to be just a bad dream… Wake up, Kyuhyun! Wake up, dammit! The tears, the pain, the endless anger and hurt and betrayal, it won’t stop unless you wake up!
¥
Kyuhyun did wake up. He woke up in a place where he couldn’t remember anything except his name. The streets were crowded and everyone was talking. He pulled his headphones from his neck to over his ears and pounded out the hip hop music, blocking out most of the noise sufficiently. A boy with black hair, puffy cheeks, and a nice smile walked up to him and said with aegyo, “Hi, I’m Sungmin. Would you like to make a pact with me?”
“Uh…,” Kyuhyun was stunned, wondering what he meant by ‘pact.’ “Sure?”
“Okay. We’re partners now. You can’t ever leave me, alright?”