I'd Follow You Anywhere [Kyumin]
Title: I’d Follow You Anywhere [Oneshot]
Pairing: Kyumin
Fandom: SuJu
Rating: M? Its kind of intence
Summary: It hurt that I had to tell him that, to break his spirit, but Hankyung was hell bent on me doing it. In some way I knew he thought it would help us both. And in some way, I knew he was wrong.
I’d Follow You Anywhere…
“KYUHYUN!” The cry leaves my mouth too late. The crowd control spur to life too slowly and fail to stop her. I barely saw what she looked like, or what she did but it didn’t matter. He was hit and I needed to get to him.
I pushed past the other members, fighting to get to his side. They didn’t seem to know what happened, either moving together or into the building. They were fleeing from the danger, while I was running back into it. I wasn’t about to leave him behind.
Screams sound from the crowd in panic and… no it can’t be… CHEERS?! They are encouraging the attack! If I wasn’t in a hurry to reach him, they’d be lucky to leave here with all their teeth.
“Kyuhyun…” I breathe as I finally reach him. He can barely keep his eyes open but he spots me and grins slightly.
“Hey-” He barely says one word before his face distorts with pain. My heart wrenches and I can barely breathe through my fury. I shook my head, shaking my priorities into order. Save Kyuhyun now, revenge later.
“I’ve got to get you inside,” I mutter hauling him to his feet. With him slung over one shoulder, I dragged him towards the building. Other members crowded around us to protect him but they were a blur to me. All that mattered was getting Kyuhyun inside; to safety.
“What happened?” Hankyung asked as he met us at the door.
“I don’t know… something hit-… he’s hurt,” I could barely speak straight; everything seemed to be going to fast. One minute I glanced over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of his smile as he greeted the fans, the next he was on the ground in pain.
“Okay, get him to the lobby,” Hankyung ushered the others away as I held Kyuhyun up and settled him gently into the couch. He looked up at me with a small grin, grimacing slightly in pain.
“Where are you hit?” I ask sitting behind him to support his head with my lap. He motioned to his chest. I leaned over him and pulled up his shirt. I swore under my breath when I spotted the swollen and dark bruise which had already formed. The fair skin surrounding the injury has pink from irritation.
“Is he alright?” Hankyung asked from the door. I shrugged and ran my hands through his hair. “What was he hit with?”
“I didn’t see, but it didn’t break the skin,”
“It doesn’t rule out internal injuries,” Hankyung muttered and took out his mobile. “I’ll call an ambulance,”
“Thanks…” I muttered and watched Kyuhyun’s strained breathing. I fought back the tears which formed and stayed strong for him. I wasn’t going to let my emotions show now after fighting them back for months. I would never live with myself if my feelings affected the group.
“Sungmin?” I jumped slightly as someone spoke my name. I glanced down to Kyuhyun with a small grin.
“I’m here, Kyuhyun,” He smiled and brought up a hand to hold mine. Our fingers entwined and he relaxed slightly. “I’m not leaving you,” His eyes strained to reach mine and glistened with pain but the smile never left his face. He snuggled into my lap and focused on steadying his breath. My skipped a beat as he smiled wider as I spoke, “I’m always with you…”
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I hate to admit it but I lost my mind a little more to see Kyuhyun in hospital again. If the car accident wasn’t enough to make me hate this place, this was. I felt myself shaking in fear as I approached his room. It was a good thing I came alone because I couldn’t control my fear now. The others would have noticed it and understood too soon. They can never know…
They can never know how much he means to me.
“Sungmin right?” A nurse asked as I approached. I nodded shyly and kept my eyes downcast. “He’s asked for you,” I again failed to cover my emotions. My grin and sudden excitement made me receive a weird look from the nurse.
“Can I see him?”
“Of course,” She said and motioned into the room. I watched her leave before slowly approaching the door. I steadied my breath to prepare for the sight. My heart raced and I panicked. I had never risked this much but I had to.
I had to see him.
I couldn’t assure myself that seeing Kyuhyun in a hospital bed wouldn’t send me over the edge but I entered the room nevertheless.
“Hey,” He said in a sultry tone which made my skin crawl. He was obviously tired but he grinned as I entered. I choked on my words as I went to respond. He raised an eyebrow. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I just-” I took a deep breath and continued. “You scared me, Kyu…”
“I’m sorry Minnie, I won’t do it again,” He joked before leaning back.
“Are you alright?” I asked moving towards him.
“Yeah, there’s no bleeding. Just a hell of a lot of bruising…”
“That’s good,” I sigh and settle onto the end of his bed in relief.
“Oh and a broken rib,”
“WHAT?!” I blurt out in shock. Kyuhyun laughs and grins at me.
“You worry too much, hyung. I’m fine,” I smile weakly and watch him. He stares back and tries to smile but the lie seemed to hurt him more than his injuries. It hurt me too, wondering why he was lying to me. He saw the look in my eyes, the millions of questions which burned me inside. He sighed.
“I can’t take much more of this,” He admitted. I placed one hand on his leg for comfort.
“More of what?”
“That,” He pointed to the bin and the area surrounding it, littered with letters. I rose and picked the ones that missed the bin up, glancing at the titles. I frowned and doubled checked I had read it write.
“Who sent these?” I asked without bothering to mask my anger.
“Who knows? Who cares? They all say the same thing,”
“‘Super Junior was only SUPER when there were 12’…” I muttered reading the top one. “Stupid anti-fans…” I shoved them into the bin and turned back to Kyuhyun. Tears brimmed in his eyes and my heart wrenched.
“Sungmin-” Kyuhyun started but I interrupted him.
“No Kyuhyun,” I stated clearly placing a hand on his shoulder. “Ignore them,” I wiped the tears from his eyes and kissed his forehead. “Super Junior wasn’t SUPER until YOU joined,” He smiled slightly and rested against my shoulder as I wrapped my arm around him, resting on the edge of the bed.
I held him against me and all my anger faded into the background. It wasn’t important right now, holding him was. My love for him kept me sane until the nurse returned to tell me visiting hours were over. I kissed his forehead once more before leaving, my anger now boiling inside. If the anti-fans thought I would stand for this, they were in for a surprise.
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Well that sucks…
My almighty plan to get revenge was crushed when Hankyung forbid us from leaving the apartment. It soon became like the ‘rainy day’ routine. Donghae and Eunhyuk were climbing the walls, Heechul and Kibum decided to watch a movie and Siwon helped Hankyung cook continuously, making whatever he could think of. Usually Kyuhyun would go sit at the window and watch the sky with his headphones in. I would sit on the couch pretending to read while watching his subtle changes in his expression, guessing the songs he played. A tiny grin meant he was listening to SuJu T or Happy, when he started tapping his foot he was listening to Big Bang or Battle, when he quickly changed the song I knew a K.R.Y song came on and so on. He was so modest about singing them, he felt embarrassed when we listening to them, complementing them on their singing.
But today he wasn’t there so I watched the movie with Heechul and Kibum. They put on A Tale of Two Sisters, Heechul’s favourite when he was in a horror mood. I usually walked out before the ghosts start appearing but today I just stared at the movie with blanks eyes. The movie didn’t faze me, it barely registered.
“Sungmin?” I jumped slightly when I woke from my daze. Hankyung was squatting in front of me with flour on his face and a plate of cookies. I smiled weakly and took one despite my stomach’s inability to keep food down when I’m worried.
“Thanks,” I mutter as I forced the cookie into my mouth and chewed.
“Are you alright, Minnie?” I nodded without blinking and swallowed. The couch beside me moved and an arm wrapped around my shoulders. I glanced up to Hankyung. “He’ll be alright,”
“I know,” I respond and leaned against his chest.
“But it doesn’t make you worry less, right?” Hankyung muttered in understanding. He didn’t need an answer, and I didn’t give it. I sunk into his shoulder and didn’t return until Eunhyuk decided to bring Hankyung’s attention to certain fan-mail. Despite his worried looks at me and attempts at sign language, Hankyung told him to read them out loud.
Jeez, was that a mistake…
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I could see the hurt on his face and it killed me. The others had left me alone to talk to him with some ridiculous hope that I was the only one who could keep him calm. I could barely keep myself breathing so their hopes where lost.
“When did this arrive?” He croaked, his voice breaking from the tears forming.
“Yesterday,” I muttered with my eyes downcast.
“Oh,” I heard the note crinkling and knew he was angry.
He wasn’t alone, not by a long shot.
What kind of welcome home was this? ‘Hey, it’s awesome you’re out of hospital. Oh, by the way, you got a few death threats while you were being treated from the attack.’ It hurt that I had to tell him that, to break his spirit, but Hankyung was hell bent on me doing it.
In some way I knew he thought it would help us both.
And in some way, I knew he was wrong.
“That decides it,” He declares and storms off to his room. The shock of his reaction slowly faded and I moved after him. A choked cry escaped my lips when I understood his plan.
He was leaving…
“Wha-” My breaths shortened in panic. My chest began to hurt from the straining beating of my heart. “Don’t,” I stated as I finally gained control over my body again. He glanced up from his rushed packing without any doubt in his gaze.
“I will not stay and put you guys in danger, even if they aren’t serious. I can’t take it anymore,”
“What do you mean? It’s only a few letters!” Kyuhyun looked away guiltily and I understood.
“How long?”
“Ever since I joined,” He responded as he continued.
“How many?” He absent-mindedly motioned to his desk. I searched the drawers but found nothing.
“The box,” He muttered from the doorway. I took one look at the box and swore. I saw the overflowing hate mail from the box which barely fit under the desk due to its size. I turned to him, looked at the suitcase in his hand as he stood at the door, and I let the tears fall. He looked into my eyes and I saw a pang of guilt. He shook his head and left his room. I didn’t take any time to race after him.
“Don’t Sungmin,” He said before I opened my mouth. “I have to go,”
“Then I’ll go with you! Give me a minute and I’ll pack-”
“No,” My heart stopped longer than it should and I began to feel dizzy. It finally started again so my head cleared to hear the rest. “You belong here - you’re happy…”
“I won’t be happy once you’re gone,” I countered and moved towards him.
“Minnie…” He sighed deeply and reached for the doorknob.
“I’d follow you anywhere, Kyuhyun,” I muttered, pausing in wait for his dark eyes to find mine. Slowly they turned from the doorknob and met mine.
“You would?” I smiled weakly.
“Of course,” I stepped towards him with a plea on my face. “But, please, don’t make me follow you out that door. Don’t make me walk away from all the good stuff we have here, all our friends…”
“But-”
“Wait,” I stopped him before he interrupted me. “Please just listen,” If I stopped now I wouldn’t have the strength to continue and I needed to say this. Kyuhyun nodded solemnly. I felt his gaze but concentrated on the floor. I could not back out now. Everything depended on it.
“Before we go, answer me something…” I looked up into his eyes with tears swimming in mine. “Can the bad seriously outweigh the good? Can everything that’s happened outweigh all the fun we’ve had together?”
“Yeah, it does!” Kyuhyun snapped back, tired of repeating himself. I felt my heart break and I dropped my head.
“Does it outweigh me?” Kyuhyun stuttered trying to find the words. “Am I not enough to stay for?” I waited for an answer I knew I wouldn’t receive. The silence killed me; I felt it eating away at what was left of me. I heard footsteps followed by a door opening. I slowly raised my head in disbelief.
“Kyuhyun…” I muttered and watched the closed door he left through. I watched the still door in disbelief. Turning away from the door, I moved towards my room. The others were in the backroom, I could hear them talking. As I crossed the doorway Hankyung spotted me. He started to grin sympathetically until he saw the look on my face. He jumped to his feet and tried to get to me in time but was too late. I had already locked the door by the time he reached it.
I cried out in pain as something in my chest tore. I felt the physical pain of my heart breaking and sunk to the floor. The door vibrated from the desperate cries from the others as they yelled out to me. I could barely hear them over my heavy breathing. I squinted through my burning eyes and spotted my desk, cluttered with photos of HIM. I hauled myself to my feet and shoved them off the edge, sending them crashing to the ground.
“SUNGMIN!” Their muffled cries barely registered as I spotted more photos. I bellowed in rage and they met the same fate as the others. The painting hanging on my wall met the ground; the memory of us hanging it together tarnished it. I couldn’t stop after that, I was on a roll. Everything that remotely reminded me of HIM or just got in my way was thrown across the room in a flurry of rage. Minutes passed and nothing was left in its original state. Everything was destroyed in an attempt to display the state of my mind.
“Kick the door down!” I heard someone bark through the door. I glanced to the hinges and knew if someone kicked hard enough it would break. In my state I was in no way to face the others. My eyes scanned for an escape and they found it - the only way out of the room - the window. Examining the drop I hesitated, thinking to myself to slim chances I’d survive the fall. I began to chicken out until I saw him at the end of the ally, illuminated in the street light. He looked so beautiful and I knew it was worth the drop. The first problem was the window - glass. I grabbed the bedside table and swung.
“SUNGMIN!” Hankyung bellowed as the glass shattered. The banging on the door ceased and I knew they were close to getting through. I counted to three before throwing myself out of the two storey window and plummeted.
“Oww…” I muttered rolling over. I landed on trashcans, somewhat cushioning the fall. Somewhat… “Kyuhyun,” I muttered his name to voice my motivation to rise to my feet. Pain erupted from the left leg and I found I couldn’t walk on it. Damn, it was broken. I shrugged it off as a minor set back and struggled along the ally. What should have been a 10 second walk turned into a 2 minute stagger. The wall managed to keep me upright despite the ground’s attempts to trip me. I got within a metre of him when the cab turned up. As he hurriedly through his suitcases in the cab, I stumbled out of the ally. I reached to grab him back but Kyuhyun had heard me. He sidestepped my grip and refused to look at me. All the pain of my injuries suddenly seemed minor next to the searing pain that caused.
“Kyu-”
“No Sungmin,” His eyes wouldn’t meet mine as he stepped into the cab. “Go home,”
“But-”
“Goodbye Sungmin,” He called as the cab pulled out. I watched it flee through the green light and easy traffic and cursed everyone who wasn’t on the road. Maybe traffic would have given me one more chance…
I stumbled back into the ally, finding a wall and sliding to the door. I ignored my body’s reaction to the drop and stared aimlessly at the filthy floor.
I choked up in despair. Shattered glass stung my legs but I ignored the pain. It barely compared to the torture I felt inside.
He had walked away again.
I let out an agonized scream of his name but he was long gone. His warm smile would never shine on me again. I was left out in the cold, just watching the wind blow the lifeless litter along the ally.
I guess I must have fallen asleep… but I don’t remember waking up…
It didn’t matter anyway; the only thing that mattered was he was gone.
He left me here…
To die.
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So many useless treasures with no significance littering the stone rock making his place… It seemed redundant. So many people came, so few knew him. The congregation just flocked with impassive crowds, gathering for a glance at the others. One down didn’t matter to them, there were 12 remaining. His death didn’t affect the fans…
But it killed the members.
The progression line passed his simple grave stone in silence. One stood apart from the 12, hanging in the shadows. He stared at the small photo memory and felt his insides slowly decay. Another spotted him and moved away from the group to place a hand on his shoulder.
“Hankyung…” A choke came from the guilt ridden Kyuhyun as he tried to speak.
“It’s not your fault,” Hankyung responded automatically and Kyuhyun caught the forced tone.
“Yes, it is.”
“No-” Hankyung tried to speak but he was cut off.
“I should’ve stayed… How could I leave him like that? HOW?!” Kyuhyun turned and barked at Hankyung, shaking from the tears. Hankyung’s hand fell from his shoulder and he walked away, unable to make the words which would help.
No words he could say would help. No words anyone could say would help. No one could console Kyuhyun now and save him from the guilt.
Only his Minnie could comfort him at times like this…
The only one who couldn’t help anymore…
He was 6 feet under.