Descent - Part 2
Title: Descent - 2/?
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: R
Genre: Chaptered, AU, Drama
Warnings: Angst, addiction, drug use, swearing
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior and make no profit from this fic
Summary: Heechul hasn’t hit rock bottom yet, but he’s on his way
Kim Heechul did not look at any of them as they took him out of the room, flanked by two of their managers. HanGeng walked behind them, feeling miserable. They could all tell Heechul was furious and would do anything he could to get out of this.
“I want to go to my room.” He announced, stopping in the hallway, looking stubborn and pissed.
“You’re not allowed.” Sighed one of their managers, Kyungho. “They’re bringing your things to the other room.”
“Other room?” Heechul snapped, looking positively furious. “What the fuck is that about? I can’t even go into my own damn room??”
“No. But some of your friends packed things they knew you would want.”
“They’re not my friends.” Heechul said, his voice laced with anger. “And they don’t know shit about what I would want and what I wouldn’t.”
“Heechul-ah…” HanGeng began, but Heechul turned on him, his voice rising again.
“You don’t have the right to speak to me!” He shouted. “Leave me the fuck alone!”
HanGeng flinched, then rubbed his face where Heechul had slapped him. His head hurt, his heart hurt, and he was tired. So tired. “Fine. Have it your way.” He said, turning around and walking back towards the elevator. Heechul stared at him, and HanGeng wondered if walking away yet again was the right thing to do. As if in answer, he felt a hand on his arm.
“Geng-ge, wait.” Donghae said gently. “Please. He’s just angry. You know it’s the drugs talking.”
HanGeng sighed and turned back again. Heechul stood with his arms wrapped around himself, looking for all the world like a thin, pale, sickly waif. He had lost so much weight that it was frightening, and his face was gaunt, his eyes hollow. HanGeng could see he was still trembling, and it was terrifying. If this was just the beginning, he didn’t know if he had the strength to keep going.
But even though he wanted to run, he stayed. They led Heechul down to a room on the sixth floor that they had made for him. It was a plain room with it’s own bathroom, but it was bereft of any furniture save a bed and a nightstand with no drawer. His laptop was sitting on it, along with his ipod and his mobile phone. HanGeng saw him relax slightly at the sight of them, but he regained the rigid posture when Leeteuk came to stand next to him.
“We’re doing this because we care about you.” He said quietly.
“Go to Hell.” Heechul said, turning away. Leeteuk cringed, and HanGeng saw that he was close to tears. He reached out and squeezed his hand, and Leeteuk nodded.
“I’ll stay with him.” HanGeng said, and Leeteuk nodded. He glanced once more at Heechul and then left, closing the door behind him.
Heechul walked to the side of the room and looked out the tiny window. He did not look at or acknowledge that HanGeng was even there. Seconds ticked by in silence as HanGeng waited to see if he would speak. When it became evident that Heechul was giving him the cold shoulder, HanGeng sighed.
“They found your stash. And if you have more hidden elsewhere, they’ll find it too. They’re bringing in dogs to sniff it out.”
Heechul whirled, his eyes wide in surprise. “What?”
“It’s gone, and so is the alcohol you might have hidden. So don’t get any ideas about trying to escape to go back up to the 12th floor and get high or drunk, because it’s not happening.”
Heechul stared at him, and HanGeng felt something sharp and cold stab deep into his chest. He knew Heechul was processing this information, and that he was suddenly afraid that soon, he would need a fix and have no way of getting it. And then quick as lightning, that look vanished, replaced by fury.
“GET OUT!” Heechul screamed, grabbing the pillow off the bed and throwing it as hard as he was able at HanGeng.
HanGeng’s reflexes kicked in, and he dodged it easily. He swallowed as if a fist had just been lodged in his sternum. Heechul was shaking again, and his eyes were beginning to look too bright and wild.
“When was the last time you took it?” HanGeng asked, remembering what the counselors and doctors had said in their debriefing.
“FUCK YOU!” Heechul shouted again, although this time more shakily. “GET OUT!”
“Heechul!” HanGeng shouted, trying to get through to him. “You have to tell me when you last took any cocaine!”
“I don’t have to tell you anything!” Heechul yelled, coming at HanGeng again in uncontrolled fury. HanGeng caught his wrists easily, and they felt horribly fragile under his fingers, as if holding too tight would snap them like a twig.
“Heechul, just tell me.” HanGeng said again, this time more softly, even though Heechul was struggling against his hold. “Please.”
“It’s none of your business what I do anymore! You made that choice, not me!” Heechul cried, wrenching back and forth to try to get away. The words hurt, but HanGeng didn’t let go.
“Was it this morning? Last night? When?” HanGeng asked, grunting with the force of holding on to him. Heechul might look frail, but he was twisting violently and with more strength than HanGeng thought possible.
“Why do you even care!? Why are you bothering? Why are you here!? You left! No one asked you to come back!” Heechul shrieked, and HanGeng noticed with growing alarm that Heechul was wheezing, and his words were getting a tiny bit slurred.
“Dammit, I can help you! Just tell me!” HanGeng shouted, shaking him hard. “Tell me when it was!”
Heechul shuddered and HanGeng released him, watching in shock as he backed away, looking like he was about to be sick or faint. He watched Heechul grip the side of the bed frame.
“Last night.” He said flatly. He turned away again, curling his arms around himself to shut HanGeng out. “Now go away, HanGeng. You’re good at that.”
HanGeng swallowed. Heechul had never called him that name before. And it was nearing 6pm now, and that meant that they were approaching the 24 hour mark. The doctors had said that after 24 hours, the effects of the drugs would begin to wear off, and then things would turn ugly.
“Heechul…” HanGeng began, but he paused when Heechul turned around. All the malice seemed to have gone, and Heechul was looking at him with a slightly eerie smile.
“You really want to do something nice for me, HanGeng?” Heechul asked. His voice was almost pleasant, and it was a 100 degree change from only a moment ago. HanGeng felt a prickle of wariness ride up his spine.
“What?”
“Go get me my book. It’s sitting on my nightstand in my room.”
Frowning, HanGeng eyed him. “You want a book?”
“Yeah, is that not allowed?” Heechul stared at him in irritation, the pleasant look gone again.
HanGeng was confused, but books were allowed. “All right.” He sighed, turning around to go. He wondered if Heechul would try to make a run for it or something, but he didn’t. He merely turned around and looked out the window again.
He left, closing and locking the door behind him. He hated the way the lock clicked into place, knowing there was no way Heechul wouldn’t hear it. He hated to think of him being locked away, but this was for his own good.
HanGeng made his way back to the twelfth floor, only to find that Heechul’s room looked like a bomb had hit it. There were two police officers and a dog going through everything, and the room was a mess. Leeteuk stood in the corner, talking to Kyungho. He looked absolutely stunned and exhausted. On the bed, there were nine vials of cocaine and a flask of alcohol. HanGeng stared at the stash and felt his stomach bottom out. He clutched his sides, wondering if he was going to be sick.
“HanGeng? Are you okay?” Shindong asked, appearing suddenly at HanGeng’s shoulder.
“Oh God.” HanGeng answered weakly, pointing at the stash of drugs. Shindong sighed.
“I know. They found them everywhere. If we’d let him come back here, he would have smuggled one of these into his room.”
HanGeng rubbed his face, wondering if he had died and this was his personal Hell. The weight of the guilt and shame over his leaving was beginning to crush him. He needed to get away from here, and fast.
“I came to get his book. He said he wanted the book that was on his nightstand.” He said numbly.
“You mean this one?” One of the police officers asked, holding up a small hardcover book.
“Yeah, was it on the nightstand?” He asked, and the officer nodded, grimacing.
“It’s a good thing we were here. Look.” He said, opening the cover. The inside of the book had been hollowed out, and there was a tiny compartment there. “One of those was hidden inside.” He said, pointing to the vials of cocaine. “You might have given this book to him without knowing what was inside.”
HanGeng stared at the hollowed out book, and the vials of cocaine and realized with a sickening jolt that Heechul had tried to trick him.
A hot surge of disgust and anger bubbled up out of him, burning the back of his throat with acidic disbelief.
“He tried to trick me.”
“Yes, and he’ll do it again, sadly.” A woman’s voice said. HanGeng turned around and saw Dr. Soohyun there. It had been her that had coached them and prepared them for what was coming. But HanGeng had not expected this. “He’s already showing signs of withdrawal, isn’t he?” She asked gently. HanGeng nodded, his throat thick with exhaustion, pain and shock.
She sighed and pulled him out of the room. Her dark eyes fell on his, and she watched him silently for a moment before speaking. “Are you sure you still want to do this?”
“Yes.” He said, even though he was surprised that he was still so determined to go through this with Heechul.
I need to make up for leaving the way I did, and for never contacting him. I need to do this.
“All right.” She sighed, squeezing his shoulder. “Let’s go.”
They arrived back on the sixth floor, and HanGeng took a deep breath, steeling himself before they went in. When she turned the key in the lock, HanGeng prepared himself for anything. But Heechul was merely sitting on the bed, looking oddly angelic. Like one of those carved angels you see in graveyards. His skin seemed to glow from the light above them, and he looked up. HanGeng saw his eyes flicker on him and then narrow when he saw Dr. Soohyun.
“Did you bring me my book?” Heechul pulled his eyes away from her and looked at HanGeng.
HanGeng took a deep breath. “No. Because I know why you asked for it now.” He said, trying to make his voice calm and flat. “They found all of it, Heechul. It’s gone.”
Heechul’s eyes hardened, glittering black as he turned to look at her. HanGeng now saw his hands were shaking. “Who are you?” He asked sharply.
“Heechul, my name is Dr. Soohyun and I’m here to help you.”
Heechul snorted and looked away. HanGeng sighed, but the abrupt brush off didn’t seem to affect her at all.
“I just wanted to let you know that your friend HanGeng will be here throughout the process. He volunteered to help you.”
“I don’t want his--”
“In addition, we will have a nurse here and a doctor on call should you need one.” She interrupted smoothly, and HanGeng watched as Heechul’s eyes narrowed at being interrupted. He knew Heechul hated that, but this lady didn’t seem in the slightest bit bothered by the dangerous look in Heechul’s eyes.
“I don’t need a nurse or a doctor.” Heechul snapped. HanGeng watched a small smile play at the corners of her eyes.
“That’s fine. But one is here anyway.” She turned to HanGeng and spoke. “All you have to do is call or text on your cell to this number.” She handed him a paper. “And we’ll come to help.”
HanGeng nodded and Heechul scoffed.
“All right, I’ll leave now.” She said, turning to Heechul, but her voice was calm and even cool. “Don’t be stubborn. Ask for help when you need it.”
She turned and walked out, leaving both HanGeng and Heechul gaping after her. HanGeng knew one of Heechul’s weaknesses was asking for help when he needed it. It was as if she had known this without ever having known him. HanGeng took a deep breath as the door clicked softly, and the lock turned, leaving them alone once more.
So it begins.
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Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: R
Genre: Chaptered, AU, Drama
Warnings: Angst, addiction, drug use, swearing
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior and make no profit from this fic
Summary: Heechul hasn’t hit rock bottom yet, but he’s on his way
Kim Heechul did not look at any of them as they took him out of the room, flanked by two of their managers. HanGeng walked behind them, feeling miserable. They could all tell Heechul was furious and would do anything he could to get out of this.
“I want to go to my room.” He announced, stopping in the hallway, looking stubborn and pissed.
“You’re not allowed.” Sighed one of their managers, Kyungho. “They’re bringing your things to the other room.”
“Other room?” Heechul snapped, looking positively furious. “What the fuck is that about? I can’t even go into my own damn room??”
“No. But some of your friends packed things they knew you would want.”
“They’re not my friends.” Heechul said, his voice laced with anger. “And they don’t know shit about what I would want and what I wouldn’t.”
“Heechul-ah…” HanGeng began, but Heechul turned on him, his voice rising again.
“You don’t have the right to speak to me!” He shouted. “Leave me the fuck alone!”
HanGeng flinched, then rubbed his face where Heechul had slapped him. His head hurt, his heart hurt, and he was tired. So tired. “Fine. Have it your way.” He said, turning around and walking back towards the elevator. Heechul stared at him, and HanGeng wondered if walking away yet again was the right thing to do. As if in answer, he felt a hand on his arm.
“Geng-ge, wait.” Donghae said gently. “Please. He’s just angry. You know it’s the drugs talking.”
HanGeng sighed and turned back again. Heechul stood with his arms wrapped around himself, looking for all the world like a thin, pale, sickly waif. He had lost so much weight that it was frightening, and his face was gaunt, his eyes hollow. HanGeng could see he was still trembling, and it was terrifying. If this was just the beginning, he didn’t know if he had the strength to keep going.
But even though he wanted to run, he stayed. They led Heechul down to a room on the sixth floor that they had made for him. It was a plain room with it’s own bathroom, but it was bereft of any furniture save a bed and a nightstand with no drawer. His laptop was sitting on it, along with his ipod and his mobile phone. HanGeng saw him relax slightly at the sight of them, but he regained the rigid posture when Leeteuk came to stand next to him.
“We’re doing this because we care about you.” He said quietly.
“Go to Hell.” Heechul said, turning away. Leeteuk cringed, and HanGeng saw that he was close to tears. He reached out and squeezed his hand, and Leeteuk nodded.
“I’ll stay with him.” HanGeng said, and Leeteuk nodded. He glanced once more at Heechul and then left, closing the door behind him.
Heechul walked to the side of the room and looked out the tiny window. He did not look at or acknowledge that HanGeng was even there. Seconds ticked by in silence as HanGeng waited to see if he would speak. When it became evident that Heechul was giving him the cold shoulder, HanGeng sighed.
“They found your stash. And if you have more hidden elsewhere, they’ll find it too. They’re bringing in dogs to sniff it out.”
Heechul whirled, his eyes wide in surprise. “What?”
“It’s gone, and so is the alcohol you might have hidden. So don’t get any ideas about trying to escape to go back up to the 12th floor and get high or drunk, because it’s not happening.”
Heechul stared at him, and HanGeng felt something sharp and cold stab deep into his chest. He knew Heechul was processing this information, and that he was suddenly afraid that soon, he would need a fix and have no way of getting it. And then quick as lightning, that look vanished, replaced by fury.
“GET OUT!” Heechul screamed, grabbing the pillow off the bed and throwing it as hard as he was able at HanGeng.
HanGeng’s reflexes kicked in, and he dodged it easily. He swallowed as if a fist had just been lodged in his sternum. Heechul was shaking again, and his eyes were beginning to look too bright and wild.
“When was the last time you took it?” HanGeng asked, remembering what the counselors and doctors had said in their debriefing.
“FUCK YOU!” Heechul shouted again, although this time more shakily. “GET OUT!”
“Heechul!” HanGeng shouted, trying to get through to him. “You have to tell me when you last took any cocaine!”
“I don’t have to tell you anything!” Heechul yelled, coming at HanGeng again in uncontrolled fury. HanGeng caught his wrists easily, and they felt horribly fragile under his fingers, as if holding too tight would snap them like a twig.
“Heechul, just tell me.” HanGeng said again, this time more softly, even though Heechul was struggling against his hold. “Please.”
“It’s none of your business what I do anymore! You made that choice, not me!” Heechul cried, wrenching back and forth to try to get away. The words hurt, but HanGeng didn’t let go.
“Was it this morning? Last night? When?” HanGeng asked, grunting with the force of holding on to him. Heechul might look frail, but he was twisting violently and with more strength than HanGeng thought possible.
“Why do you even care!? Why are you bothering? Why are you here!? You left! No one asked you to come back!” Heechul shrieked, and HanGeng noticed with growing alarm that Heechul was wheezing, and his words were getting a tiny bit slurred.
“Dammit, I can help you! Just tell me!” HanGeng shouted, shaking him hard. “Tell me when it was!”
Heechul shuddered and HanGeng released him, watching in shock as he backed away, looking like he was about to be sick or faint. He watched Heechul grip the side of the bed frame.
“Last night.” He said flatly. He turned away again, curling his arms around himself to shut HanGeng out. “Now go away, HanGeng. You’re good at that.”
HanGeng swallowed. Heechul had never called him that name before. And it was nearing 6pm now, and that meant that they were approaching the 24 hour mark. The doctors had said that after 24 hours, the effects of the drugs would begin to wear off, and then things would turn ugly.
“Heechul…” HanGeng began, but he paused when Heechul turned around. All the malice seemed to have gone, and Heechul was looking at him with a slightly eerie smile.
“You really want to do something nice for me, HanGeng?” Heechul asked. His voice was almost pleasant, and it was a 100 degree change from only a moment ago. HanGeng felt a prickle of wariness ride up his spine.
“What?”
“Go get me my book. It’s sitting on my nightstand in my room.”
Frowning, HanGeng eyed him. “You want a book?”
“Yeah, is that not allowed?” Heechul stared at him in irritation, the pleasant look gone again.
HanGeng was confused, but books were allowed. “All right.” He sighed, turning around to go. He wondered if Heechul would try to make a run for it or something, but he didn’t. He merely turned around and looked out the window again.
He left, closing and locking the door behind him. He hated the way the lock clicked into place, knowing there was no way Heechul wouldn’t hear it. He hated to think of him being locked away, but this was for his own good.
HanGeng made his way back to the twelfth floor, only to find that Heechul’s room looked like a bomb had hit it. There were two police officers and a dog going through everything, and the room was a mess. Leeteuk stood in the corner, talking to Kyungho. He looked absolutely stunned and exhausted. On the bed, there were nine vials of cocaine and a flask of alcohol. HanGeng stared at the stash and felt his stomach bottom out. He clutched his sides, wondering if he was going to be sick.
“HanGeng? Are you okay?” Shindong asked, appearing suddenly at HanGeng’s shoulder.
“Oh God.” HanGeng answered weakly, pointing at the stash of drugs. Shindong sighed.
“I know. They found them everywhere. If we’d let him come back here, he would have smuggled one of these into his room.”
HanGeng rubbed his face, wondering if he had died and this was his personal Hell. The weight of the guilt and shame over his leaving was beginning to crush him. He needed to get away from here, and fast.
“I came to get his book. He said he wanted the book that was on his nightstand.” He said numbly.
“You mean this one?” One of the police officers asked, holding up a small hardcover book.
“Yeah, was it on the nightstand?” He asked, and the officer nodded, grimacing.
“It’s a good thing we were here. Look.” He said, opening the cover. The inside of the book had been hollowed out, and there was a tiny compartment there. “One of those was hidden inside.” He said, pointing to the vials of cocaine. “You might have given this book to him without knowing what was inside.”
HanGeng stared at the hollowed out book, and the vials of cocaine and realized with a sickening jolt that Heechul had tried to trick him.
A hot surge of disgust and anger bubbled up out of him, burning the back of his throat with acidic disbelief.
“He tried to trick me.”
“Yes, and he’ll do it again, sadly.” A woman’s voice said. HanGeng turned around and saw Dr. Soohyun there. It had been her that had coached them and prepared them for what was coming. But HanGeng had not expected this. “He’s already showing signs of withdrawal, isn’t he?” She asked gently. HanGeng nodded, his throat thick with exhaustion, pain and shock.
She sighed and pulled him out of the room. Her dark eyes fell on his, and she watched him silently for a moment before speaking. “Are you sure you still want to do this?”
“Yes.” He said, even though he was surprised that he was still so determined to go through this with Heechul.
I need to make up for leaving the way I did, and for never contacting him. I need to do this.
“All right.” She sighed, squeezing his shoulder. “Let’s go.”
They arrived back on the sixth floor, and HanGeng took a deep breath, steeling himself before they went in. When she turned the key in the lock, HanGeng prepared himself for anything. But Heechul was merely sitting on the bed, looking oddly angelic. Like one of those carved angels you see in graveyards. His skin seemed to glow from the light above them, and he looked up. HanGeng saw his eyes flicker on him and then narrow when he saw Dr. Soohyun.
“Did you bring me my book?” Heechul pulled his eyes away from her and looked at HanGeng.
HanGeng took a deep breath. “No. Because I know why you asked for it now.” He said, trying to make his voice calm and flat. “They found all of it, Heechul. It’s gone.”
Heechul’s eyes hardened, glittering black as he turned to look at her. HanGeng now saw his hands were shaking. “Who are you?” He asked sharply.
“Heechul, my name is Dr. Soohyun and I’m here to help you.”
Heechul snorted and looked away. HanGeng sighed, but the abrupt brush off didn’t seem to affect her at all.
“I just wanted to let you know that your friend HanGeng will be here throughout the process. He volunteered to help you.”
“I don’t want his--”
“In addition, we will have a nurse here and a doctor on call should you need one.” She interrupted smoothly, and HanGeng watched as Heechul’s eyes narrowed at being interrupted. He knew Heechul hated that, but this lady didn’t seem in the slightest bit bothered by the dangerous look in Heechul’s eyes.
“I don’t need a nurse or a doctor.” Heechul snapped. HanGeng watched a small smile play at the corners of her eyes.
“That’s fine. But one is here anyway.” She turned to HanGeng and spoke. “All you have to do is call or text on your cell to this number.” She handed him a paper. “And we’ll come to help.”
HanGeng nodded and Heechul scoffed.
“All right, I’ll leave now.” She said, turning to Heechul, but her voice was calm and even cool. “Don’t be stubborn. Ask for help when you need it.”
She turned and walked out, leaving both HanGeng and Heechul gaping after her. HanGeng knew one of Heechul’s weaknesses was asking for help when he needed it. It was as if she had known this without ever having known him. HanGeng took a deep breath as the door clicked softly, and the lock turned, leaving them alone once more.
So it begins.
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