Shattered - Chapter 1
Title: Shattered - Chapter 1
Pairing: Qmi (Zhou Mi x Kyuhyun), other
Rating: PG13 for now
Genre: AU, Drama , M/M
Disclaimer: They are not mine, obviously.
Summary: After losing memory in a car accident, Kyuhyun is trapped in a life that doesn't seem like his. Zhou Mi is giving him everything he's got, or so it would seem.
As soon as Kyuhyun opens his eyes he realises that he hasn’t expected to do so ever again, at least not in the last moment he manages to summon in his scattered memory. He doesn’t remember much of what has happened aside from his twisted form lying sprawled on the cobbled pavement, shouts, pain shooting from his broken limbs and a pool of blood, oh so much blood. He can feel his consciousness slip away again as he grips the hospital sheets in his weakened palms; he doesn’t want to give in, not yet, not until he ensures everyone else is safe. Everyone else? There was someone with him when the accident occurred, of that much he’s certain even in his current state. But whom?
His vision goes black slowly but evenly even with the adrenaline running wildly through his veins at the persistent thought that there is something he has to remember and remember it now, but cannot. Just before his eyes close completely he manages to turn his head to the side and focus his foggy vision on the man lying on the hospital bed next to him. His profile is all sorts of rich, noble even, with the perfectly straight nose and an elegant slope of his chin that turns into a fine line of his sharp jaw and high cheekbones. The expression on the young man’s face is restless, pained yet unforgiving even though he seems deeply asleep, making Kyuhyun ponder about the source of resentment twisting those precious features as an unwelcomed shiver runs down his spine. There is something familiar about this beautiful man, he thinks, but he cannot be sure, not when the ceiling is swaying and the walls are closing, suffocating his body and crushing his skull.
The man’s raven-black hair plastered to his sweaty forehead is the last image Kyuhyun embraces and silently treasures in his mind before everything goes blank. His heart beats madly in his chest, pulsating with anxiousness and a terrible sense of loss.
***
‘Oh God…You - you woke up…’
There’s a tall, rather narrow-shouldered man standing in front of him, relief painted all across his face. His eyes look glassy and disbelieving. Something in Kyuhyun boils and shouts, but as the seconds pass in anxious silence his mind stays blank.
‘I thought…I was praying every single day for this moment to come,’ the man confesses, his eyes soft. ‘For you to look at me again, Kui Xian.’
Kui Xian. The name’s somewhat familiar as is the face before him. That is, however, everything that he’s able to confirm with adequate certainty as he glances at the visitor. Nothing around him seems real enough to grasp onto, not even the jarring smell of hospital laundry detergents that overwhelm his senses for an awful while. He refuses to panic.
‘Is that my name?’ he asks in a small voice he’s instantly ashamed of. He coughs to cover up his fear and speaks again, calmer now. ‘I don’t…I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t remember anything. I don’t even know who…’
He notices a red rose raised shyly in the man’s right hand and the question dies on his parted lips.
His brows knit together. This doesn’t seem right. Nor real.
The man before him looks at Kyuhyun gently, taking a few cautious steps forward.
‘Kui Xian…I can’t actually believe you forgot.’ Even though the space between them closes, there is nothing but void in Kyuhyun’s heart. ‘You, of all people…Doctor Choi said that this might happen if…when you wake up, but still, I…’
The maddening redness of the rose fills Kyuhyun’s vision for a moment, so ironically out of place in the sterile hospital room painted in greys and whites that he wants to comment on the futileness of the act out of simple malice. He doesn’t.
The man talks to him. In fact, he didn’t stop even for a moment since he opened his mouth, wide and somewhat pleading, lower lip trembling slightly with anxiety and anticipation. Kyuhyun scans his figure for anything that’s familiar; his eyes first fixed onto the man’s polished shoes and wrinkled grey suit , he was sleeping in it, wasn’t he? , then on his white palms with elegant, long fingers, proceeding to fatigued, yet still hollowly handsome face. And his eyes, looking at him with adoration Kyuhyun doesn’t feel comfortable with, not at the moment at least.
The rose is a question and so he doesn’t take it for anything else, held hesitantly yet with certain persistence, urges him to accept the reunion.
He wants to push the man away, to shout that there is nothing , nothing he knows, nothing he remembers, and that he’d rather be left alone in the monochrome until he finds himself again than accept a symbol of love from a stranger, and yet…
‘Kui Xian.’
…and yet the rose is a living force, fragile and counting every fleeting second; a burst of color that warms his heart nonetheless. It’s amusing how the man offers it, passing that spark of crimson from one pale hand to another. He accepts it in silence; dull ache somewhere deep inside him at the thought of the flower withering rejected.
‘Your name is Cho Kyuhyun. You were born in 1988, and today is your Birthday - third of February. What a fateful day to wake up, don’t you think?’
Before Kyuhyun manages to retort, the man speaks again.
‘You love gaming. Sometimes you’d spend whole days on beating the crap out of your opponents in StarCraft, not minding anything or anyone else; just because you can. And if you couldn’t you’d do what you want anyway, because that’s just how you are. You never seem to listen to me or to anyone else; but I know that you think through everything that’s being said and that you care. Always.’
Kyuhyun gapes a little, and perhaps the man reads denial from his features because he cuts in before any sound escapes Kyuhyun’s mouth.
‘You’re independent like a cat, but even without any promises you always came back to where you belong,’ Kyuhyun cocks his head to the side, now staring right into the man’s eyes. ‘Kui Xian… is a name only I call you by. And I’m Zhou Mi.’
‘And who are you exactly, Zhou Mi?’
He didn’t mean it to sound that crude, but now that the words are spoken they hang unpleasantly between them and Kyuhyun can almost hear something in his chest shatter into pieces at the realization that he already knows the answer.
His throat feels raw and his head is spinning with unwanted thoughts.
‘A man who would do anything just to hear you sing again.’
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TBC
Pairing: Qmi (Zhou Mi x Kyuhyun), other
Rating: PG13 for now
Genre: AU, Drama , M/M
Disclaimer: They are not mine, obviously.
Summary: After losing memory in a car accident, Kyuhyun is trapped in a life that doesn't seem like his. Zhou Mi is giving him everything he's got, or so it would seem.
As soon as Kyuhyun opens his eyes he realises that he hasn’t expected to do so ever again, at least not in the last moment he manages to summon in his scattered memory. He doesn’t remember much of what has happened aside from his twisted form lying sprawled on the cobbled pavement, shouts, pain shooting from his broken limbs and a pool of blood, oh so much blood. He can feel his consciousness slip away again as he grips the hospital sheets in his weakened palms; he doesn’t want to give in, not yet, not until he ensures everyone else is safe. Everyone else? There was someone with him when the accident occurred, of that much he’s certain even in his current state. But whom?
His vision goes black slowly but evenly even with the adrenaline running wildly through his veins at the persistent thought that there is something he has to remember and remember it now, but cannot. Just before his eyes close completely he manages to turn his head to the side and focus his foggy vision on the man lying on the hospital bed next to him. His profile is all sorts of rich, noble even, with the perfectly straight nose and an elegant slope of his chin that turns into a fine line of his sharp jaw and high cheekbones. The expression on the young man’s face is restless, pained yet unforgiving even though he seems deeply asleep, making Kyuhyun ponder about the source of resentment twisting those precious features as an unwelcomed shiver runs down his spine. There is something familiar about this beautiful man, he thinks, but he cannot be sure, not when the ceiling is swaying and the walls are closing, suffocating his body and crushing his skull.
The man’s raven-black hair plastered to his sweaty forehead is the last image Kyuhyun embraces and silently treasures in his mind before everything goes blank. His heart beats madly in his chest, pulsating with anxiousness and a terrible sense of loss.
***
‘Oh God…You - you woke up…’
There’s a tall, rather narrow-shouldered man standing in front of him, relief painted all across his face. His eyes look glassy and disbelieving. Something in Kyuhyun boils and shouts, but as the seconds pass in anxious silence his mind stays blank.
‘I thought…I was praying every single day for this moment to come,’ the man confesses, his eyes soft. ‘For you to look at me again, Kui Xian.’
Kui Xian. The name’s somewhat familiar as is the face before him. That is, however, everything that he’s able to confirm with adequate certainty as he glances at the visitor. Nothing around him seems real enough to grasp onto, not even the jarring smell of hospital laundry detergents that overwhelm his senses for an awful while. He refuses to panic.
‘Is that my name?’ he asks in a small voice he’s instantly ashamed of. He coughs to cover up his fear and speaks again, calmer now. ‘I don’t…I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t remember anything. I don’t even know who…’
He notices a red rose raised shyly in the man’s right hand and the question dies on his parted lips.
His brows knit together. This doesn’t seem right. Nor real.
The man before him looks at Kyuhyun gently, taking a few cautious steps forward.
‘Kui Xian…I can’t actually believe you forgot.’ Even though the space between them closes, there is nothing but void in Kyuhyun’s heart. ‘You, of all people…Doctor Choi said that this might happen if…when you wake up, but still, I…’
The maddening redness of the rose fills Kyuhyun’s vision for a moment, so ironically out of place in the sterile hospital room painted in greys and whites that he wants to comment on the futileness of the act out of simple malice. He doesn’t.
The man talks to him. In fact, he didn’t stop even for a moment since he opened his mouth, wide and somewhat pleading, lower lip trembling slightly with anxiety and anticipation. Kyuhyun scans his figure for anything that’s familiar; his eyes first fixed onto the man’s polished shoes and wrinkled grey suit , he was sleeping in it, wasn’t he? , then on his white palms with elegant, long fingers, proceeding to fatigued, yet still hollowly handsome face. And his eyes, looking at him with adoration Kyuhyun doesn’t feel comfortable with, not at the moment at least.
The rose is a question and so he doesn’t take it for anything else, held hesitantly yet with certain persistence, urges him to accept the reunion.
He wants to push the man away, to shout that there is nothing , nothing he knows, nothing he remembers, and that he’d rather be left alone in the monochrome until he finds himself again than accept a symbol of love from a stranger, and yet…
‘Kui Xian.’
…and yet the rose is a living force, fragile and counting every fleeting second; a burst of color that warms his heart nonetheless. It’s amusing how the man offers it, passing that spark of crimson from one pale hand to another. He accepts it in silence; dull ache somewhere deep inside him at the thought of the flower withering rejected.
‘Your name is Cho Kyuhyun. You were born in 1988, and today is your Birthday - third of February. What a fateful day to wake up, don’t you think?’
Before Kyuhyun manages to retort, the man speaks again.
‘You love gaming. Sometimes you’d spend whole days on beating the crap out of your opponents in StarCraft, not minding anything or anyone else; just because you can. And if you couldn’t you’d do what you want anyway, because that’s just how you are. You never seem to listen to me or to anyone else; but I know that you think through everything that’s being said and that you care. Always.’
Kyuhyun gapes a little, and perhaps the man reads denial from his features because he cuts in before any sound escapes Kyuhyun’s mouth.
‘You’re independent like a cat, but even without any promises you always came back to where you belong,’ Kyuhyun cocks his head to the side, now staring right into the man’s eyes. ‘Kui Xian… is a name only I call you by. And I’m Zhou Mi.’
‘And who are you exactly, Zhou Mi?’
He didn’t mean it to sound that crude, but now that the words are spoken they hang unpleasantly between them and Kyuhyun can almost hear something in his chest shatter into pieces at the realization that he already knows the answer.
His throat feels raw and his head is spinning with unwanted thoughts.
‘A man who would do anything just to hear you sing again.’
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TBC