Not How it Goes (One Shot)
Title: Not How it Goes
Pairing: Henwook; broken! Haewook
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Warning: Character Death
Summary: Henry never imagined that he would fall in love with his new roommate, Ryeowook. They're complete opposites and lets not forget the fact that Henry is straight, Ryeowook is gay and Ryeowook has a little possesive boyfriend.
A/N: I've posted this on AFF. This is from my English 2 H assignment, so I hope you enjoy!
After furiously searching since I’ve finished college, I’ve finally found a job! The thing is I can not afford the apartments available near my job. I’ve looked around and put ads in the paper for a roommate and found a guy roommate. I’ve checked out the apartment first. It is pretty nice, two rooms, one bathroom, a kitchen, dining room, living room, and balcony. There is a constant honking of cars. That is what I get for living in a metropolitan city.
I’m now heading to meet the guy I’m going to be living with until who knows when. His name is Rokurou I think. I’m not completely sure. We have only talked on the phone. Once at the café, I looked around to find another man staring at me. Awkwardly, I shuffled up to him. “Are you Rokurou?” I asked, putting my hand on the chair to pull it out. The man giggled and shook his head. “It’s Ryeowook. Hi Henry!” he beamed. I felt bad that he bothered to remember my name, but then pushed it aside.
I sat in the chair and smiled nervously. Some other man bounced, literally bounced, up to us. He bent down and what came to a shock for me, kissed him on the cheek. I later learned that Ryeowook was, in fact, homosexual. He was my complete opposite. I was messy, which when I announced that, his face turned to one of utter horror and revealed he was a neat freak. “OCD,” he explained with a sheepish smile.
Ryeowook was a cleaning machine, feminine, tried or tries to beat around the bush and can cook while I am messy, manly, blunt, and struggle to boil water. His boyfriend, Donghae, is like a kid. Part of his child personality is to have a jealous side. He was the kid that never wanted to share his toys. I could tell this was going to be a terrible idea.
~.~
Never before have I felt so awkward with another man. I did not think this would be so hard, always working and sleeping, yet it felt like most of my day was watching Ryeowook and Donghae giggle with each other and occasionally stealing a kiss or two. I did not have anything against gay men, not at all! Though, this feeling in me defiantly was not a good one. Some times, I felt like a jealous teenage girl who wants to claw someone’s eyes out.
This was driving me insane! Wait…no, that is ridiculous! I do not like men! I should slap myself for even thinking of that! Never the less, this was a sickening feeling. Despite this feeling, most of the time, I felt so smug when Ryeowook pushed Donghae away and asked me to play my violin for him.
I’m at the moment, trying my hardest NOT to scowl as Donghae asked Ryeowook for a kiss. It was the fourth time; Ryeowook would glance in my direction and shake his head. After the seventh time, Ryeowook pushed himself off the couch and sat next to me on the love seat. “Henry~! You should play the violin for me! Please play it!” Ryeowook pouted; I saw his hand twitch as if trying not to move it. I stood up and smirked at the look on Donghae’s face. It was pure jealousy.
Even now, I still smirk or grin, even if I’m walking from work like now. Now that, I think about it... Donghae has not been over since then. As I neared my apartment, I could hear yelling from one of the doors. It was probably our neighbors again. They fought about everything. I wrapped my hand around the knob only to have it swinging open. Donghae stood on the other side of the door, his child-like face matching one of a forced child to give up his candy from Halloween.
He glowered at me before pushing past harshly with his shoulder. I glanced inside the house, to see Ryeowook on the ground sobbing. I soon realized that Ryeowook was the candy Donghae had lost, or by the looks of it, given up. I threw my backpack to the ground and slid myself next to Ryeowook on the floor. Instead of accepting my help, he pushed me away and crawled to lean on the wall.
“You,” he gasped, raising a pointed finger at me, “caused
me to lose the love of my life!” his voice started as a whisper, gradually becoming a choked sob/scream. I then understood. Donghae had broken up with Ryeowook because of ME. For the next week, Ryeowook stayed home, frantically cleaning, his sobs erupting every once in a while. I tried my best to cheer him up and mostly get him to speak to me again. Yet he still watched me practice violin.
After a week, he finally started talking to me again. He revealed one night in a drunken state that he had gotten over Donghae because of his childish behavior towards the current situation. He also revealed that Donghae had accused him of cheating…with me. This was just my luck. A hangover later, Ryeowook warmed up to me and the next three months we became closer. Too close, which was so close my heart fell for the man who was my complete opposite. Ryeowook.
~.~
I, Henry, am in love with my roommate, Ryeowook, who just got out of a relationship. I’m not even supposed to be gay! Also, I doubt he would ever like me, the guy who ruined his relationship unconsciously. I am the car caught in between two collisions because I ended up a little too close.
Under certain circumstances, I found myself to be walking with chocolate and tissues because today is the six month anniversary. I knew I would find Ryeowook either cooking anything and everything, cleaning the halls of the apartment complex, crying on the same wretched spot on the floor, or drunk. So far he mostly cried. I walked instinctively to find no Ryeowook on the floor or any smell hinting he is cooking or cleaning. There was not a note, so I went to check in his room. Sure enough, he is there, staring out the window muttering to himself.
It seemed like he had not noticed me, so I went to walk up behind him. My fingertips are mere inches away from his shoulder when I hear the dreadful words. “I love him. I should not love him! Henry, please stop this!” Ryeowook choked out, but I am sure he still had not noticed me. He is talking to himself. He loved Donghae. He STILL loved DONGHAE. I backed out the room and rushed to mine before punching the wall. Trust me Ryeowook, I will make it stop.
-Ryeowook’s POV-
I should not feel like this. Why did I fall in love with HIM?! He is completely amazing! Amazing, yet he does not like me. There is no doubt about it. I, Ryeowook, fell in love with my amazing, yet straight roommate, Henry.
~.~
I knew I could not kill Donghae (like that would help at all), but I could win Ryeowook’s heart! Being in love with Donghae was only hurting Ryeowook. I could see it. He stayed in his room more often and only came out for work, a walk or to use the restroom. This was even worse than when they had broken up.
One week had been enough and I resorted to dragging a moaning blob out of the bed and his room. The fact that Donghae could do this to a man only made my covetous self mad. Sure, earlier I was jealous Donghae had Ryeowook, but now I was mad at the fact he had hurt him in such a way to gain this reaction. What would he do if he saw Ryeowook like this? Sneer and push him away? Would he be sympathetic and beg for forgiveness?
I highly doubt it with me still in the picture. Besides, Donghae is not going to come back. Ryeowook is going to be mine. For the next few days, Ryeowook had started coming out of his room. I would prefer it if he came out on his own, but this was good too. The next day Ryeowook asked if we had any paper. He guarded that paper with his life.
Every time I asked if I could see it, he would snap at me, glare or merely hug it to his chest with a look of security. Despite his behavior to the situation, we became closer than ever before. He never questioned the hand brushes, random back hugs or how we spent more time together than alone like usual. He would now visit me at work, sing along as I practiced violin, and cook me my favorite meals. My plans of winning his heart were going amazingly well.
One day, I experienced a random act of courage. Today would be the day I would ask Ryeowook out! I knew it! We both did not have to work today due to today being the weekend. The sound of constant honking beneath our balcony assured us that we were not getting anywhere today. I jumped out of bed, to seek Ryeowook out before I changed my mind.
He is not in his room nor the kitchen or dining room. I scanned the living room and found the balcony doors open. I peeked my head out, and there is Ryeowook, a faint smile playing on his lips as he wrote on that piece of paper. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled as he jumped, hiding the piece of paper against his chest. I asked what he was doing with my arms still around his neck. “Dying,” he laughed, patting my arms, which I removed.
After permitted to come and sit next to him, I asked him once again what he was writing. With a blush, he revealed a love letter. My smile dissolved into a frown then into a scowl. I gripped the paper, crumbling it slightly with my hold. I yelled, telling him to get over Donghae before throwing it over the rails of the balcony. Ryeowook cried out, pushing past me as I watched it float into the racing cars below. Ryeowook was not getting that paper without killing himself. Ryeowook was not that desperate. Was he?
Did I feel bad about it? No, I did not because he needed to get over him. I saw Ryeowook emerge from the building, looking frantically for the letter. I scowled when he picked it up as the roads cleared as if they were against me. I took heed as I noticed Ryeowook was not moving. Why was not he moving?! I frantically searched as I found a truck heading his way. “RYEOWOOK, MOVE!” I screamed. My breath hitched.
~.~
I had come to terms with being in love with Ryeowook. No normal straight man would think of another man the way I do. I loved Ryeowook, and I was not going to be able to go back. Because of my love and ignorance, I probably would not be able to love him. Truthfully, I most likely killed him with my antics of winning his love!
I stumbled over my feet a couple times before reaching the bottom of the complex. I had to make sure he was alright! I ran outside and pushed through the gathering crowd. I could barely stand on my legs as I saw the hand. His bloody hand was holding the letter. “Ryeowook,” I screamed, falling to my knees and gripping that bloody hand with my own, shaking in all. Ryeowook slowly turned his head towards me, a faint smile upon his lips.
I saw something in his eyes. Something I had never before seen. “Hey Henry, do not cry! Smile, you are pretty.” Ryeowook laughed before coughing a generous amount of blood up. It took all my strength not to smack him for laughing in such a situation. I choked on my tears at his following words. “I love you Henry. Do not forget me!” he smiled before his eyes turned a glossy color, boring into mine.
Ryeowook was dead. He just confessed, and he is GONE! I let out a pitiful, strangled scream before throwing myself onto his chest. I screamed for him not to leave me all the while ignoring the bystanders. Not soon enough, the paramedics came. Three struggled to pry me off his body, my pajamas soaked in his blood. After I had settled down, one came up with that execrable paper. “Are you Henry?” he asked, holding out the letter.
I nodded slowly, reaching cautiously for the paper. “I think you should read that.” He smiled gently and left me on the sidewalk. I immediately started crying as I read the letter.
My love.
We met as strangers, turned to friends, and now best friends. Are you smiling? I love your smile, do it more often! Here, is my confession. Henry, I love you. When I first saw you, I believed that I had found the one. Love at first sight they call it. Donghae was nothing compared to you, no matter how much I tried to convince myself. Your breathtaking smiled, those jewel eyes, your one-of-a-kind personality was too real. I have waited too long. The question here is simple.
Will you be mine?
Ryeowook.
The look in his eyes is all the sudden familiar. I just killed the man I love.
Pairing: Henwook; broken! Haewook
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Warning: Character Death
Summary: Henry never imagined that he would fall in love with his new roommate, Ryeowook. They're complete opposites and lets not forget the fact that Henry is straight, Ryeowook is gay and Ryeowook has a little possesive boyfriend.
A/N: I've posted this on AFF. This is from my English 2 H assignment, so I hope you enjoy!
After furiously searching since I’ve finished college, I’ve finally found a job! The thing is I can not afford the apartments available near my job. I’ve looked around and put ads in the paper for a roommate and found a guy roommate. I’ve checked out the apartment first. It is pretty nice, two rooms, one bathroom, a kitchen, dining room, living room, and balcony. There is a constant honking of cars. That is what I get for living in a metropolitan city.
I’m now heading to meet the guy I’m going to be living with until who knows when. His name is Rokurou I think. I’m not completely sure. We have only talked on the phone. Once at the café, I looked around to find another man staring at me. Awkwardly, I shuffled up to him. “Are you Rokurou?” I asked, putting my hand on the chair to pull it out. The man giggled and shook his head. “It’s Ryeowook. Hi Henry!” he beamed. I felt bad that he bothered to remember my name, but then pushed it aside.
I sat in the chair and smiled nervously. Some other man bounced, literally bounced, up to us. He bent down and what came to a shock for me, kissed him on the cheek. I later learned that Ryeowook was, in fact, homosexual. He was my complete opposite. I was messy, which when I announced that, his face turned to one of utter horror and revealed he was a neat freak. “OCD,” he explained with a sheepish smile.
Ryeowook was a cleaning machine, feminine, tried or tries to beat around the bush and can cook while I am messy, manly, blunt, and struggle to boil water. His boyfriend, Donghae, is like a kid. Part of his child personality is to have a jealous side. He was the kid that never wanted to share his toys. I could tell this was going to be a terrible idea.
~.~
Never before have I felt so awkward with another man. I did not think this would be so hard, always working and sleeping, yet it felt like most of my day was watching Ryeowook and Donghae giggle with each other and occasionally stealing a kiss or two. I did not have anything against gay men, not at all! Though, this feeling in me defiantly was not a good one. Some times, I felt like a jealous teenage girl who wants to claw someone’s eyes out.
This was driving me insane! Wait…no, that is ridiculous! I do not like men! I should slap myself for even thinking of that! Never the less, this was a sickening feeling. Despite this feeling, most of the time, I felt so smug when Ryeowook pushed Donghae away and asked me to play my violin for him.
I’m at the moment, trying my hardest NOT to scowl as Donghae asked Ryeowook for a kiss. It was the fourth time; Ryeowook would glance in my direction and shake his head. After the seventh time, Ryeowook pushed himself off the couch and sat next to me on the love seat. “Henry~! You should play the violin for me! Please play it!” Ryeowook pouted; I saw his hand twitch as if trying not to move it. I stood up and smirked at the look on Donghae’s face. It was pure jealousy.
Even now, I still smirk or grin, even if I’m walking from work like now. Now that, I think about it... Donghae has not been over since then. As I neared my apartment, I could hear yelling from one of the doors. It was probably our neighbors again. They fought about everything. I wrapped my hand around the knob only to have it swinging open. Donghae stood on the other side of the door, his child-like face matching one of a forced child to give up his candy from Halloween.
He glowered at me before pushing past harshly with his shoulder. I glanced inside the house, to see Ryeowook on the ground sobbing. I soon realized that Ryeowook was the candy Donghae had lost, or by the looks of it, given up. I threw my backpack to the ground and slid myself next to Ryeowook on the floor. Instead of accepting my help, he pushed me away and crawled to lean on the wall.
“You,” he gasped, raising a pointed finger at me, “caused
me to lose the love of my life!” his voice started as a whisper, gradually becoming a choked sob/scream. I then understood. Donghae had broken up with Ryeowook because of ME. For the next week, Ryeowook stayed home, frantically cleaning, his sobs erupting every once in a while. I tried my best to cheer him up and mostly get him to speak to me again. Yet he still watched me practice violin.
After a week, he finally started talking to me again. He revealed one night in a drunken state that he had gotten over Donghae because of his childish behavior towards the current situation. He also revealed that Donghae had accused him of cheating…with me. This was just my luck. A hangover later, Ryeowook warmed up to me and the next three months we became closer. Too close, which was so close my heart fell for the man who was my complete opposite. Ryeowook.
~.~
I, Henry, am in love with my roommate, Ryeowook, who just got out of a relationship. I’m not even supposed to be gay! Also, I doubt he would ever like me, the guy who ruined his relationship unconsciously. I am the car caught in between two collisions because I ended up a little too close.
Under certain circumstances, I found myself to be walking with chocolate and tissues because today is the six month anniversary. I knew I would find Ryeowook either cooking anything and everything, cleaning the halls of the apartment complex, crying on the same wretched spot on the floor, or drunk. So far he mostly cried. I walked instinctively to find no Ryeowook on the floor or any smell hinting he is cooking or cleaning. There was not a note, so I went to check in his room. Sure enough, he is there, staring out the window muttering to himself.
It seemed like he had not noticed me, so I went to walk up behind him. My fingertips are mere inches away from his shoulder when I hear the dreadful words. “I love him. I should not love him! Henry, please stop this!” Ryeowook choked out, but I am sure he still had not noticed me. He is talking to himself. He loved Donghae. He STILL loved DONGHAE. I backed out the room and rushed to mine before punching the wall. Trust me Ryeowook, I will make it stop.
-Ryeowook’s POV-
I should not feel like this. Why did I fall in love with HIM?! He is completely amazing! Amazing, yet he does not like me. There is no doubt about it. I, Ryeowook, fell in love with my amazing, yet straight roommate, Henry.
~.~
I knew I could not kill Donghae (like that would help at all), but I could win Ryeowook’s heart! Being in love with Donghae was only hurting Ryeowook. I could see it. He stayed in his room more often and only came out for work, a walk or to use the restroom. This was even worse than when they had broken up.
One week had been enough and I resorted to dragging a moaning blob out of the bed and his room. The fact that Donghae could do this to a man only made my covetous self mad. Sure, earlier I was jealous Donghae had Ryeowook, but now I was mad at the fact he had hurt him in such a way to gain this reaction. What would he do if he saw Ryeowook like this? Sneer and push him away? Would he be sympathetic and beg for forgiveness?
I highly doubt it with me still in the picture. Besides, Donghae is not going to come back. Ryeowook is going to be mine. For the next few days, Ryeowook had started coming out of his room. I would prefer it if he came out on his own, but this was good too. The next day Ryeowook asked if we had any paper. He guarded that paper with his life.
Every time I asked if I could see it, he would snap at me, glare or merely hug it to his chest with a look of security. Despite his behavior to the situation, we became closer than ever before. He never questioned the hand brushes, random back hugs or how we spent more time together than alone like usual. He would now visit me at work, sing along as I practiced violin, and cook me my favorite meals. My plans of winning his heart were going amazingly well.
One day, I experienced a random act of courage. Today would be the day I would ask Ryeowook out! I knew it! We both did not have to work today due to today being the weekend. The sound of constant honking beneath our balcony assured us that we were not getting anywhere today. I jumped out of bed, to seek Ryeowook out before I changed my mind.
He is not in his room nor the kitchen or dining room. I scanned the living room and found the balcony doors open. I peeked my head out, and there is Ryeowook, a faint smile playing on his lips as he wrote on that piece of paper. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled as he jumped, hiding the piece of paper against his chest. I asked what he was doing with my arms still around his neck. “Dying,” he laughed, patting my arms, which I removed.
After permitted to come and sit next to him, I asked him once again what he was writing. With a blush, he revealed a love letter. My smile dissolved into a frown then into a scowl. I gripped the paper, crumbling it slightly with my hold. I yelled, telling him to get over Donghae before throwing it over the rails of the balcony. Ryeowook cried out, pushing past me as I watched it float into the racing cars below. Ryeowook was not getting that paper without killing himself. Ryeowook was not that desperate. Was he?
Did I feel bad about it? No, I did not because he needed to get over him. I saw Ryeowook emerge from the building, looking frantically for the letter. I scowled when he picked it up as the roads cleared as if they were against me. I took heed as I noticed Ryeowook was not moving. Why was not he moving?! I frantically searched as I found a truck heading his way. “RYEOWOOK, MOVE!” I screamed. My breath hitched.
~.~
I had come to terms with being in love with Ryeowook. No normal straight man would think of another man the way I do. I loved Ryeowook, and I was not going to be able to go back. Because of my love and ignorance, I probably would not be able to love him. Truthfully, I most likely killed him with my antics of winning his love!
I stumbled over my feet a couple times before reaching the bottom of the complex. I had to make sure he was alright! I ran outside and pushed through the gathering crowd. I could barely stand on my legs as I saw the hand. His bloody hand was holding the letter. “Ryeowook,” I screamed, falling to my knees and gripping that bloody hand with my own, shaking in all. Ryeowook slowly turned his head towards me, a faint smile upon his lips.
I saw something in his eyes. Something I had never before seen. “Hey Henry, do not cry! Smile, you are pretty.” Ryeowook laughed before coughing a generous amount of blood up. It took all my strength not to smack him for laughing in such a situation. I choked on my tears at his following words. “I love you Henry. Do not forget me!” he smiled before his eyes turned a glossy color, boring into mine.
Ryeowook was dead. He just confessed, and he is GONE! I let out a pitiful, strangled scream before throwing myself onto his chest. I screamed for him not to leave me all the while ignoring the bystanders. Not soon enough, the paramedics came. Three struggled to pry me off his body, my pajamas soaked in his blood. After I had settled down, one came up with that execrable paper. “Are you Henry?” he asked, holding out the letter.
I nodded slowly, reaching cautiously for the paper. “I think you should read that.” He smiled gently and left me on the sidewalk. I immediately started crying as I read the letter.
My love.
We met as strangers, turned to friends, and now best friends. Are you smiling? I love your smile, do it more often! Here, is my confession. Henry, I love you. When I first saw you, I believed that I had found the one. Love at first sight they call it. Donghae was nothing compared to you, no matter how much I tried to convince myself. Your breathtaking smiled, those jewel eyes, your one-of-a-kind personality was too real. I have waited too long. The question here is simple.
Will you be mine?
Ryeowook.
The look in his eyes is all the sudden familiar. I just killed the man I love.