Who Doesn't?
027. Replacement, Heechul/Kibum
~This did not turn out the way I wanted.~
Heechul's always been a good friend of mine. He's always been there for me, so I guess I should return the favor, especially when he needs it most.
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The TV felt like it was brain-washing me. All the scenes flashing in the bright light were giving me a migraine.
I would get up leave, but I couldn't. Not with this curly haired mess on my lap.
Heechul was fast asleep, head resting in my lap, eyes red and puffy. We've been in this position for so long that I could see stars outside and my butt was numb.
I felt so bad for him. He's been crying every few weeks now. He needed someone he could lay on again.
Looking down at him, he looked so innocent in the lighting. He's been known for being a weird, goofball of a trouble maker, but at the same time, he's pretty sensitive too. I feel like he is using me sometimes, like a replacement for Hangeng, but it was times like these that made someone forget everything wrong with their life and focus on others.
The day Hangeng announced that he was leaving, Heechul just broke down. Everyone was devastated of course, but Heechul...
Each member was an important part in the group. Like a bridge, if one beam were not there, the one weak-link depending on it would snap, collapsing the whole thing. Heechul was that weak-link, looking for support.
He even thought of leaving too, seeing as their was no point in staying, but he didn't want to bring anymore pain on to the rest of us.
I was playing with his hair now. I think I'm over exaggerating things in Heechul's point of view, but it was all true. Since I haven't been around much as the news has pointed out, the least I could do was help him out. Give him the comfort he needed.
This whole thing was messed up entirely beyond repair.
We all have this huge bond together. Sometimes we'd actually think of ourselves as brothers. We were all close.
Of course we would keep in touch with Hangeng later on, but it would still feel empty. I know this all sounds so cheesy. I could feel my tears taking over now...
"Hey~ Could you turn off the TV?" I heard from below.
I quietly sucked in my sadness and turned my acting skills on. "Sure."
As he and I got up, we slowly walk together back to the room and climbed into bed. We would share the same bed sometimes, to relax.
"You miss him too~" He said softly, staring at me.
"Of course. Who wouldn't?" I replied, still acting.
He slowly reach his hand out, grabbed my cheek, and gently wiped away an unknown tear. I guess my acting isn't working.
His mouth twitched, almost smiling. "Who doesn't?"