Better Together
Drabble
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Sungmin
A/N: Ignore the fail, okay? :)
I thought I could live by my own.
I grew up in an orphanage since I was able to remember. I was told that my birth was an accident. I was born out of marriage, and they casted me because they assumed I caused only shame to the Cho family.
The fact didn’t hurt me any bit. Maybe because I didn’t need a family to live?
I loved to read books. Every afternoon, noonas and hyungs in the orphanage would read me tales, and I began to learn how to read on my own. I copied everything they did. I was five when they discovered that I was a genius, who was able to understand even junior high school materials.
Lee Sungmin. I read the name tag that was plastered on his chest. That boy was young, dressed in pink, probably about twelve years old. He politely took me away from the orphanage and brought me to a place where all genius in the country lived. I was placed into a group of thirteen called Super Junior. Despite being the toddler magnae, I understood we were all the same. We were all trained to be cold and heartless, and our brain would be used for the sake of the country.
All day, we worked according to our abilities. Some were trained to invent new biotechnologies in national biggest laboratory. Some were to study more and more about earth, the minerals, and about natural disasters too so that they could be prevented from happening. Super Junior was to solve questions from International Olympiads so that one day we could give the country medals and any other worthy achievements. Mine was Math. It was extremely tiring and boring, but that was the job, I knew I couldn’t protest.
That Lee Sungmin Hyung happened to share his room with me. I didn’t mind it at all. Because I thought I could live by my own. I was good by myself.
He was good by himself too. He was the only one who held my admiration since the very beginning. He did well in all Science subjects, though he was best in Chemistry. His talents in music were also often sold for the pride Korea would get. I admired the way he calmly handled problems. I liked the way he smiled, the way he fell into a deep muse, the way he looked cute but deadly, strong and clever despite his innocence.
Care. It was something I thought I would never receive. It was something I never thought I needed.
Wrong. It was something I thought I never did. But I later realized that my thoughts were all wrong. Well, not wrong entirely, but certainly needed a correction.
I couldn’t live by my own.
Since Sungmin Hyung showered me with care, love, and attentions, I couldn’t help but be greedy and crave for more and more. Since he sang me lullabies to sleep, wiped my tears when I got hurt, defended me everytime I did a mistake, taught me things I didn’t understand, nursed me when I fell sick... I got myself depended on him.
I was not that good by myself. Sungmin Hyung was still good by himself. But we were better together.
Sungmin Hyung made a good explanation one day. He said he was pretty exhausted by the country’s cruel way in exploiting his talents and energies. Like, he was a battery who was used without a proper cease. Committing suicide had crossed his mind before, but since he found me, he felt like finding a charger.
Funny. Cause I did feel the same. We agreed to the fact that we better together.
Together, we could share the burdens. Together, we could help and lighten each other’s tasks. Together, we could speak up our clouded mind and stress, and then we would have our own way to cheer each other up. We would believe we had someone who would stay no matter what. We owned and belonged to each other.
Together, we created our own motivators to keep living through this. It was love.
Love.
And it was more than enough.
-End-
A/N: Kyumin is better together. Agree? ^^
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Sungmin
A/N: Ignore the fail, okay? :)
I thought I could live by my own.
I grew up in an orphanage since I was able to remember. I was told that my birth was an accident. I was born out of marriage, and they casted me because they assumed I caused only shame to the Cho family.
The fact didn’t hurt me any bit. Maybe because I didn’t need a family to live?
I loved to read books. Every afternoon, noonas and hyungs in the orphanage would read me tales, and I began to learn how to read on my own. I copied everything they did. I was five when they discovered that I was a genius, who was able to understand even junior high school materials.
Lee Sungmin. I read the name tag that was plastered on his chest. That boy was young, dressed in pink, probably about twelve years old. He politely took me away from the orphanage and brought me to a place where all genius in the country lived. I was placed into a group of thirteen called Super Junior. Despite being the toddler magnae, I understood we were all the same. We were all trained to be cold and heartless, and our brain would be used for the sake of the country.
All day, we worked according to our abilities. Some were trained to invent new biotechnologies in national biggest laboratory. Some were to study more and more about earth, the minerals, and about natural disasters too so that they could be prevented from happening. Super Junior was to solve questions from International Olympiads so that one day we could give the country medals and any other worthy achievements. Mine was Math. It was extremely tiring and boring, but that was the job, I knew I couldn’t protest.
That Lee Sungmin Hyung happened to share his room with me. I didn’t mind it at all. Because I thought I could live by my own. I was good by myself.
He was good by himself too. He was the only one who held my admiration since the very beginning. He did well in all Science subjects, though he was best in Chemistry. His talents in music were also often sold for the pride Korea would get. I admired the way he calmly handled problems. I liked the way he smiled, the way he fell into a deep muse, the way he looked cute but deadly, strong and clever despite his innocence.
Care. It was something I thought I would never receive. It was something I never thought I needed.
Wrong. It was something I thought I never did. But I later realized that my thoughts were all wrong. Well, not wrong entirely, but certainly needed a correction.
I couldn’t live by my own.
Since Sungmin Hyung showered me with care, love, and attentions, I couldn’t help but be greedy and crave for more and more. Since he sang me lullabies to sleep, wiped my tears when I got hurt, defended me everytime I did a mistake, taught me things I didn’t understand, nursed me when I fell sick... I got myself depended on him.
I was not that good by myself. Sungmin Hyung was still good by himself. But we were better together.
Sungmin Hyung made a good explanation one day. He said he was pretty exhausted by the country’s cruel way in exploiting his talents and energies. Like, he was a battery who was used without a proper cease. Committing suicide had crossed his mind before, but since he found me, he felt like finding a charger.
Funny. Cause I did feel the same. We agreed to the fact that we better together.
Together, we could share the burdens. Together, we could help and lighten each other’s tasks. Together, we could speak up our clouded mind and stress, and then we would have our own way to cheer each other up. We would believe we had someone who would stay no matter what. We owned and belonged to each other.
Together, we created our own motivators to keep living through this. It was love.
Love.
And it was more than enough.
-End-
A/N: Kyumin is better together. Agree? ^^