Kiss the Rain (Chapter I)
Title: Kiss the Rain
Pairing(s): main!KyuMin, HyukHae, slight!KyuWook
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU/Angst/Fluff/Romance/Drama
Summary: Sungmin, a weak boy since birth, has been unconscious and bed-ridden for a year and needed an operation and a new heart. After a few months, after the said treatment, he was able to live normally - like a normal high school sophomore - with the help of his best friends. But things started to change when he meets Kyuhyun, a stranger and a mysterious person. He doesn’t know why, but his heart - his new heart - suddenly started beating for the said guy.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters. The title is entitled from one of the piano pieces of Yiruma.
Prologue
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Chapter One
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A/N: This happened a month before Sungmin’s birthday, January One, New Year’s Day. He was still confined in the hospital.
It’s been so long since my confinement here in the hospital - a long time since my suffering. And for a few more months, I‘ll be able to complete the whole cycle of 12 months, a whole year. It’s miserable, I know. To be caged in a white and medium-sized room with no souls talking - or even just staying - with me in it, why wouldn’t it be?
I always felt alone, even though it’s been only months. But nine or ten months without anyone to accompany or make me feel happy but the doctors and nurses - my parents are working, they left the staffs of the hospital to handle me, while my friends are too busy because of school - it felt like a century. A hundred years of melancholy and emptiness.
Sometimes, I even regretted living. Why would I even bother to live if I stay bottled up inside a room? Why would I even want to live without doing anything to fulfill my wishes? Why do I even live without a reason? I’m not even sure if I’ll still be able to go out from this suffocating hospital. Being born with a weak heart, I’m sure I can’t. Having Congestive Cardiac Failure or Heart Failure since my mother gave birth to me, I didn’t have much of a future. Not being able to play that much; not being able to run freely or to stay outside our house - I’m glad I was still able to go to school, but with proper guidance, of course - and not being able to do what I want. It’s really tiring and sad. I was always locked inside my room without anyone to neither talk and play with me nor just stay by my side, sending me love yet indirectly.
Why is life like this? Why am I even born? Why do I have to be gifted with a heart failure? Why do I even have to live? It isn’t like I’m doing anything to change the world right now, am I? All the while I’m lying on my bed sulking about myself; other people are creating a story for themselves - making history, to be exact. I’m just a nuisance. A doll: lifeless and useless - only set to be played with but later on to be neglected. My parents aren’t even visiting me! As far as could remember, their last visit was last month. Great. Parents who visit their sick son for only once every two months. Just great. And it’s going to be my birthday after a few weeks! But, don’t bother, I won’t even care if they will visit me or not - it’s not like they’re that close to whatever or me. I’ll just spend my day like I always do - look outside the window and sigh or just sleep. It’s not like I could party with my friends, right? Although I only have two friends, my very dear best friends, HyukJae and Donghae.
Of course, being stuck inside my room, I wasn’t able to make too many friends - but I’m glad I made a few. Only Hyukjae and Donghae came to my aid, out of pity I guess. But either way, I was still happy because they were there for me to hold on when my parents were not around. Or so I say everyday (since my parents were always at work and always left me alone). But they had busy days because of school - they were incoming juniors - so they didn’t have too much time to visit me, which is too much for my dismay. I should accept it, yes - I’m almost there - but it still pains my heart; also knowing that whether I’m going to be discharged from this hospital, I won’t be their classmate or batch mate anymore since I’m going to repeat my sophomore year. I couldn’t doubt that I would still want their company due that they’re the closest people to me. I only wish that they were always here with me so that I won’t feel empty and down. But why is there a tinge in my heart telling me that even though they’re here to ease my pain, something is still lacking. I don’t know. Is it because of my weak heart? Or is it because of my sad, past memories? I’m not sure, but it’s there: the feeling of wanting someone to hold me tight and tell me that he/she would never leave. Why am I feeling this? It’s not as if I’m finding someone to love, right? I would just be a nuisance to the person, just in case. I wouldn’t want that. I would rather die than look helpless in front of the person I love. And that would cause for my negativity to go deeper, it would be for my utter failure. Who would want that, right? Me? You? There is no one, of course. Who would want to live a life being a distraction to the ones you love, am I wrong?
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“No! No! No!” the lad with golden hair chanted as he held his dying lover within his arms. “Please don’t die, Wook! Please don’t leave me!” he pleaded in despair.
His lover was involved in a car accident while they were walking home from their date at a cold and quiet night - a hit and run to be exact - and there they were, at the middle of the dark road, feeling misery without anyone to see.
“Kyu…” the older breathed, “Kyu…” He limply touched his lover’s cheek and smiled the last smile he thinks he could show. “I want you to do me a favor,” he pried to say.
The younger sniffed and tried to hide his sadness by sitting straight. “What is it, Wook?” he asked trying to sound okay, but failed when his voice cracked at the end.
The elder of the both tried to chuckle but ended up coughing heavily. The lad with golden hair was astonished as he quickly rearranged his lover’s position to a more comfortable one. “I’m fine,” the former said, which was replied by a nod by the younger. He smiled when he said, “I want someone to take my heart, Kyu. I want to be of service to others. I want you to donate my heart. Kindly tell my parents - they would be happy, I know.”
Why is Ryeowook so gentle and kind? The lad with golden hair thought. He sighed as he looked at the ground, “OK, Wook.” He again fixed his gaze on his lover’s beautiful yet sad eyes. “But why?” he whispered, tears slowly forming again in his already swollen eyes.
“Because I want you to find me again,” the older tried to crack a joke, pouting. He then quietly stifled a laugh as he realized that his lover was confused. “No,” he said, smiling. “Actually, I want you to find someone that you will take care of - like what you did to me. And I want to be the bridge to that,” he reiterated.
The younger man was shocked for his own good. He exclaimed, “Wh-what? But you’re the only o-!”
“Kyu, I love you too,” the nimble one of them interrupted, “I know you know that. I just want what’s best for you,” he said while suppressing the pain he felt churning inside him. He coughed. “I want you to find my heart. I want you to love again. And I would be the medium to that.”
“But, Wook!”
“Kyuhyun,” the eldest respired, “Everything happens for a reason.” He tried his best to smile again for his lover and added, “Remember that.”
And the man called Ryeowook breathed his last breath, causing the younger man with golden hair, Kyuhyun, to shout in melancholy and pain, “KIM RYEOWOOK!”
A/N: This chapter was a failure. >_< Sorry for not fulfilling your expectations. I think I was too focused on other stuffs. Sorry. But, after all, this is only just the start. I'll improve later on, I promise. And, who wants to be my BETA-reader? Only until December. (I'll wait for you, thisismylastlie )
Also, I've changed my mind. I would be updating this fiction every Friday (GMT +8) - I would be too busy on Thursday since I would have classes the following day. Sorry for the inconvenience!
I love you, guys!! (Sorry for my blabbering.)
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