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Title: A Pearl Sapphire Blue Ocean of Tears Chapter 1
Author: Jiayousungmin
Pairings: Various, not sure exactly which ones yet, but i know for sure there will be KyuMin. Probably YeHae, MinHyukDong (Shindong in a three some ftw!!! not a sex three some, though),
Rating: PG-13
Genre: angst
Summary: SM is breaking up Super Junior.
Warning: SM being idiots.
A/N This is based on rumors that I've been hearing that SuJu won't last another year...-sigh-
Kyuhyun felt the glass he was holding slip out of his hand and shatter all over the floor, but he didn’t notice. What was happening? Why? Why, even after all their success, were they still going to be torn apart? What would happen to him? And what about the rest of them? They were family! This shouldn’t happen. He stood there, unmoving until his phone started to buzz, and it was Juno texting him to ask if he was available to help out with Juno’s rehearsal. Kyuhyun agreed, and headed toward the SM building. On his way there, the manager called him to tell him about his schedule for the next few weeks. He noticed that most of his schedules were separate from the rest of SuJu.
***
Days later, Kyuhyun overheard some of the other members talking.
Leeteuk said softly, “I don’t know how to hold everyone together…The managers are planning our schedules so that we barely have time to breathe.”
Sungmin answered, “Kyu’s going to get his ear surgery soon, too, which is going to add more strain.”
Donghae piped up, “Why are they doing this…? We give them everything they want. Everything they ask for! And they just pull the rug out from under us.”
Kyuhyun was not expecting the next voice he heard. “Well, that’s what we are. We’re their puppets. And once they pull our strings, we have to be at their beck and call.” Kibum said bitterly.
Kyuhyun walked out of his room, flopping on the couch next to the others, hating the feeling of times like this being limited.
“I never thought what life would be like without SuJu.” He said sadly. Sungmin hugged him, and said, “No matter what, we’ll have each other, Kyu. All of us.”
“Yea, sure. Hankyung isn’t ever coming back. Kangin isn’t coming back. Heechul won’t come back. Leeteuk won’t come back. SM is tearing us apart, and there’s nothing we can do to stop it.”
“Kyuhyun!” Sungmin reproached him, “Just because we won’t sing together on stage does not mean that we will lose each other. SM brought us together, but we have a bond that even THEY can’t tear apart.”
***
Eunhyuk buried his head in his pillow. He could already see it. The cracks in the group. The pressure they were all under to still perform and smile and act like nothing was wrong. Kyuhyun was right. It was almost as if SM was sending them all, one at a time, to execution, as if they hoped that by killing off the members by tossing them in the army when they were done with them, the memories of Super Junior would die, too. Eunhyuk pushed himself out of his bed suddenly, and left the apartment with his phone and keys, heading over to the practice rooms. Shindong was already there, as Eunhyuk knew he’d be, and he was sweaty and had been at his rehearsal for a while already. Eunhyuk stretched a bit, and then joined in with the choreography they both knew so well. The music they were dancing to seemed to taunt them.
“Life couldn’t get better…”
Eunhyuk couldn’t tell if it was sweat or tears, and he kept dancing because this was the only way he knew to express how he felt. Shindong was the same. The two of them danced because that was who they were. They had worked so hard together. Years and years of working together made them in tune with each other’s thought processes, and they could put on some new music and just move to it, seamlessly around each other, with each other, in a dance that was more emotion than choreography. Finally, panting, they stopped, drinking deeply from their water bottles. They sat on the floor next to each other, silence surrounding them. This was what Eunhyuk liked about Shindong. He didn’t need a lot of noise or conversation around him.
***
Kyuhyun’s surgery was scheduled for the next week, so Sungmin took on extra rehearsals in order to take his place. He was not confident. Everyone knew that Kyuhyun had the angelic voice of the group. Sungmin thought his voice was weak and nasal in comparison. The others tried to reassure him, but he knew that the only way to change how he felt was to over prepare until he got it perfect.
Kyuhyun’s surgery went smoothly, and he was resting comfortably when the first performance of Bonamana with Sungmin taking his place happened. It was a disaster, and everyone knew it. After it, the only thing the managers said to him was, “Practice more.”
Sungmin didn’t go home that evening. He went to the practice room. The next morning, he was slightly hoarse, but he knew he had to pull through this. Kyuhyun wouldn’t be performing for a week, which meant that Sungmin had at least four more performances, and he was afraid that if he let himself take a break, he would be seen as a slacker, and would be torn apart from the group sooner.
Donghae was coming around the corner when he saw the managers talking to Sungmin. Sungmin looked tired and stressed, and he didn’t say a word when he saw Donghae, just turned toward him and grabbed his arm. Donghae didn’t question why, he just walked out with Sungmin. They reached Sungmin’s car, and Sungmin slid expressionlessly into the driver’s seat.
“Hyung…?” Donghae asked after a minute. Sungmin stared at the steering wheel. “Sungmin, what’s wrong?” Donghae was more persistent.
Sungmin blinked slowly. “They said…I’m useless…that I won’t have a place in SuJu anymore…That the only reason they kept me this long was because I’m Korean, and if I’d been Chinese or Japanese, they would have gotten rid of me like they did with Hankyung…” Sungmin said, staring blankly at the steering wheel. He looked up at Donghae. “What…do I do, Hae…? What am I supposed to feel?”
Donghae looked at Sungmin in horror. “Hyung…” He didn’t know how to finish. He pulled Sungmin into a tight hug, over the gear shift. Sungmin was one of his oldest friends. They’d auditioned together, splitting the prize for best appearance. They’d been through everything together, and yet, neither knew how to respond to this.
***
“They can’t DO this!! We’re the ones working our asses off so that they can have cushioned lives. We’re the ones who have to work no matter how sick or sad or hurt we are! We’re the ones who are held under a microscope where every inch of us is examined and questioned! We’re the ones that people hate when things go wrong. They can’t do this!” Heechul exploded when he heard what they’d said to Sungmin. He stalked around the dorm, as if challenging anyone to cross him. “What do they want from us? Do they want us to drop dead from exhaustion? Do they want us to kill ourselves because we can’t please them any other way? Do they want us to break over and over until there’s nothing left of us?” Heechul was shouting now, not caring who heard him. “That’s exactly what they want.” He answered himself. “No one remembers Kibum or Hankyung. No one remembers their struggles or their triumphs. SM turned them into traitors that people are allowed to hate. And now, they’ve got the hardest working of us thinking that he doesn’t have a place here. Sungmin,” Heechul rounded on the younger man, “You will leave this group only when WE say you will. You are OURS, Min. OUR family. OUR brother. OURS. And nothing those assholes can say or do, will change that.”
Author: Jiayousungmin
Pairings: Various, not sure exactly which ones yet, but i know for sure there will be KyuMin. Probably YeHae, MinHyukDong (Shindong in a three some ftw!!! not a sex three some, though),
Rating: PG-13
Genre: angst
Summary: SM is breaking up Super Junior.
Warning: SM being idiots.
A/N This is based on rumors that I've been hearing that SuJu won't last another year...-sigh-
Kyuhyun felt the glass he was holding slip out of his hand and shatter all over the floor, but he didn’t notice. What was happening? Why? Why, even after all their success, were they still going to be torn apart? What would happen to him? And what about the rest of them? They were family! This shouldn’t happen. He stood there, unmoving until his phone started to buzz, and it was Juno texting him to ask if he was available to help out with Juno’s rehearsal. Kyuhyun agreed, and headed toward the SM building. On his way there, the manager called him to tell him about his schedule for the next few weeks. He noticed that most of his schedules were separate from the rest of SuJu.
***
Days later, Kyuhyun overheard some of the other members talking.
Leeteuk said softly, “I don’t know how to hold everyone together…The managers are planning our schedules so that we barely have time to breathe.”
Sungmin answered, “Kyu’s going to get his ear surgery soon, too, which is going to add more strain.”
Donghae piped up, “Why are they doing this…? We give them everything they want. Everything they ask for! And they just pull the rug out from under us.”
Kyuhyun was not expecting the next voice he heard. “Well, that’s what we are. We’re their puppets. And once they pull our strings, we have to be at their beck and call.” Kibum said bitterly.
Kyuhyun walked out of his room, flopping on the couch next to the others, hating the feeling of times like this being limited.
“I never thought what life would be like without SuJu.” He said sadly. Sungmin hugged him, and said, “No matter what, we’ll have each other, Kyu. All of us.”
“Yea, sure. Hankyung isn’t ever coming back. Kangin isn’t coming back. Heechul won’t come back. Leeteuk won’t come back. SM is tearing us apart, and there’s nothing we can do to stop it.”
“Kyuhyun!” Sungmin reproached him, “Just because we won’t sing together on stage does not mean that we will lose each other. SM brought us together, but we have a bond that even THEY can’t tear apart.”
***
Eunhyuk buried his head in his pillow. He could already see it. The cracks in the group. The pressure they were all under to still perform and smile and act like nothing was wrong. Kyuhyun was right. It was almost as if SM was sending them all, one at a time, to execution, as if they hoped that by killing off the members by tossing them in the army when they were done with them, the memories of Super Junior would die, too. Eunhyuk pushed himself out of his bed suddenly, and left the apartment with his phone and keys, heading over to the practice rooms. Shindong was already there, as Eunhyuk knew he’d be, and he was sweaty and had been at his rehearsal for a while already. Eunhyuk stretched a bit, and then joined in with the choreography they both knew so well. The music they were dancing to seemed to taunt them.
“Life couldn’t get better…”
Eunhyuk couldn’t tell if it was sweat or tears, and he kept dancing because this was the only way he knew to express how he felt. Shindong was the same. The two of them danced because that was who they were. They had worked so hard together. Years and years of working together made them in tune with each other’s thought processes, and they could put on some new music and just move to it, seamlessly around each other, with each other, in a dance that was more emotion than choreography. Finally, panting, they stopped, drinking deeply from their water bottles. They sat on the floor next to each other, silence surrounding them. This was what Eunhyuk liked about Shindong. He didn’t need a lot of noise or conversation around him.
***
Kyuhyun’s surgery was scheduled for the next week, so Sungmin took on extra rehearsals in order to take his place. He was not confident. Everyone knew that Kyuhyun had the angelic voice of the group. Sungmin thought his voice was weak and nasal in comparison. The others tried to reassure him, but he knew that the only way to change how he felt was to over prepare until he got it perfect.
Kyuhyun’s surgery went smoothly, and he was resting comfortably when the first performance of Bonamana with Sungmin taking his place happened. It was a disaster, and everyone knew it. After it, the only thing the managers said to him was, “Practice more.”
Sungmin didn’t go home that evening. He went to the practice room. The next morning, he was slightly hoarse, but he knew he had to pull through this. Kyuhyun wouldn’t be performing for a week, which meant that Sungmin had at least four more performances, and he was afraid that if he let himself take a break, he would be seen as a slacker, and would be torn apart from the group sooner.
Donghae was coming around the corner when he saw the managers talking to Sungmin. Sungmin looked tired and stressed, and he didn’t say a word when he saw Donghae, just turned toward him and grabbed his arm. Donghae didn’t question why, he just walked out with Sungmin. They reached Sungmin’s car, and Sungmin slid expressionlessly into the driver’s seat.
“Hyung…?” Donghae asked after a minute. Sungmin stared at the steering wheel. “Sungmin, what’s wrong?” Donghae was more persistent.
Sungmin blinked slowly. “They said…I’m useless…that I won’t have a place in SuJu anymore…That the only reason they kept me this long was because I’m Korean, and if I’d been Chinese or Japanese, they would have gotten rid of me like they did with Hankyung…” Sungmin said, staring blankly at the steering wheel. He looked up at Donghae. “What…do I do, Hae…? What am I supposed to feel?”
Donghae looked at Sungmin in horror. “Hyung…” He didn’t know how to finish. He pulled Sungmin into a tight hug, over the gear shift. Sungmin was one of his oldest friends. They’d auditioned together, splitting the prize for best appearance. They’d been through everything together, and yet, neither knew how to respond to this.
***
“They can’t DO this!! We’re the ones working our asses off so that they can have cushioned lives. We’re the ones who have to work no matter how sick or sad or hurt we are! We’re the ones who are held under a microscope where every inch of us is examined and questioned! We’re the ones that people hate when things go wrong. They can’t do this!” Heechul exploded when he heard what they’d said to Sungmin. He stalked around the dorm, as if challenging anyone to cross him. “What do they want from us? Do they want us to drop dead from exhaustion? Do they want us to kill ourselves because we can’t please them any other way? Do they want us to break over and over until there’s nothing left of us?” Heechul was shouting now, not caring who heard him. “That’s exactly what they want.” He answered himself. “No one remembers Kibum or Hankyung. No one remembers their struggles or their triumphs. SM turned them into traitors that people are allowed to hate. And now, they’ve got the hardest working of us thinking that he doesn’t have a place here. Sungmin,” Heechul rounded on the younger man, “You will leave this group only when WE say you will. You are OURS, Min. OUR family. OUR brother. OURS. And nothing those assholes can say or do, will change that.”