every cloud has a silver lining
Title: every cloud has a silver lining
Pairing: KyuNo (Kyuhyun/Jino)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: slight angst, fluff
Word Count: 2080
Summary: Accidents seem to be what shape Jino's life.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Super Junior, or S.M. The Ballad. Not when they have my heart hostage
A/N: Another 2 hours I should've spent studying >.> It's because these two are so impossibly adorable together. Please excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes I may have made (and let me know~) since it's beta'd by me.
“Ommaaaaa!!!”
The sob rang through the otherwise silent playground, deserted except for hunched over figure of a little five-year-old boy, tears and snot running down his face. He got up and ran across to the middle of the street, shaking the still, blood-covered form of his mother. “Ommaa!!!”
The deceiving calm didn’t remain for long. The wail of sirens punctured the night, and the little boy stared, eyes wide at the red and blue lights flashing as men in white brought a stretcher, carefully placed his mother on it, and carried her to the white van with a red cross on it.
“It zooms so fast,” he remembered her saying, “so that the nice doctors can put a band-aid on their boo-boo and kiss it, and everything will be okay again.”
“A Mickey Mouse band-aid?”
“Of course! Who else can use their magic to fix their boo-boos?”
People were slowly gathering, murmuring between themselves about the horror and tragedy, when a woman in white came over and gently knelt down next to him. “Is that your mom, sweetie?” Concern laced her words.
“That’s omma! Hurry hurry! Go zoom and the doctor can put a bandaid on her head! And it has to be Mickey Mouse, or else it won’t be fixed. We have to go!”
The woman’s eyes filled with tears, knowing in her heart that she was going to have to tell the poor, innocent child that his mother was beyond help. She gathered him in her arms and cradled him as they made their way to the ambulance. “What’s your name, dear?”
“Cho Jino imnida~”
* * *
“Yah, Jino! Get your ass up and out of bed if you want a ride to school! I’m leaving in ten!”
Kyuhyun’s voice barged in on Jino’s dreams and he groaned. Rubbing his eyes and rolling over, the red digits glared back at him: 8:45 am. Well shit.
Jumping out of bed, he grabbed the pair of jeans hanging on the bedpost, while his hand reached into the closet and pounced upon the first shirt it touched. Scrambling into his clothes, he brushed his teeth in minute speed.
Who decided to make school start at such ungodly hours?
After one quick rinse of his mouth and a glance and smirk at his disheveled reflection (probably the sexiest bed-head in the school today), he rushed to his desk, took one look at the pile of homework and books, and dumped it all into his backpack in one swipe. Satisfied, he slung his bag onto his shoulder as he raced down the stairs, grabbing the muffin sitting on the table.
Every wall around him was covered in memories of the unbreakable filial bond that formed between him and his mother from years together, captured in pictures that were hung up in every available space. Countless more were stored and cherished deep within his heart, in the gentle gestures and unsaid words.
Jino never let a day pass without thanking the gods for putting the most generous woman he had ever had the fortune to meet in his life. Never had he considered himself anything less than a son by blood. Even now, at 15 years old, he believed her to be an angel. Who else would take one look at a teary eyed and snot covered boy and decide to adopt him?
He hugged his mother tightly as he passed. “Love you, mom! See you later!”
“Love you too, darling! Don’t keep Kyuhyunnie waiting now. Bye!” she replied fondly, shoving her lazy yet impossibly adorable son out the door.
He grinned at his best friend, sitting behind the wheel of his new sleek black car, and jumped in. “7 minutes!” he crowed, punching the air. “I win!”
The familiar smirk rested in its comfortable and seemingly permanent position on Kyuhyun’s lips. “Yeah, and you look like you were stuck in and then spat out by the clothes dryer.”
“Hey, what can I do if the girls like it?” he shrugged, sitting back and enjoying the light banter with a smile playing on his lips.
“Not just the girls,” muttered Kyuhyun under his breath, not quite within earshot for Jino.
“Did you say something?”
“Just expressing my observations on how much of a cocky idiot you’re becoming.”
Jino pouted. “But hyunggg, didn’t you hear, I am the reincarnation of a puppy! And puppies are not cocky,” he concluded, as if that explained everything.
Kyuhyun snorted. “You’re about as easy to deal with as a puppy too,” he said as he parked the car. “Come on, you’re going to be late.”
Jino watched Kyuhyun’s back disappear into the school and sighed. Was he ever going to notice that he only saves his childish antics for him?
* * *
Lunch signaled the time of day when students are released from classes for an hour. Synonymous to letting wild animals loose from their cages and allowing them to run rampant.
As Kyuhyun made his way down the hall to the cafeteria, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and the weight of a body being transferred from the ground onto him.
“Oof. Jino, what the heck are yo-” Innocent eyes stared questioningly back at him and he groaned inwardly, words re-routing themselves back to his brain unsaid.
Why couldn’t he be more resistant to the puppy eyes? He’d gotten immune to Donghae’s eyes, so why was it taking so long with Jino?
I refuse to be a pedophile. I refuse to be a pedophile. I refuse to be a pedophile. He clung onto this mantra in his head.
Jino’s cheerful aura was next to impossible to penetrate. “Hyung, let’s go get lunch from the pizza place across the street~”
“Again?! Remind me to gloat over you when you become a fat old ahjussi.”
Jino just grabbed Kyuhyun’s hand, tuning out all protests, as he dragged him outside. He raced across the street and yelled, “Come on hyung! You’re getting too old!”
Smiling at Jino’s adorable eagerness, Kyuhyun stepped out onto the street, only to have the world suddenly turn black.
* * *
Jino’s legs gave way and he was on the floor on his knees, numb with shock.
Idiot! Do something! Kyuhyun needs help!
Shaking himself out of the frozen stupor, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell. Dialing proved to be a hard task, after dropping the phone two times and misdialing another three times due to the uncontrollable trembling. By the time he finally got through, he was near hysteria, half-sobbing into the speaker as he told the ambulance the address.
He was begging frantically, knowing that it would be futile, but unable to do anything else. “Hurry!! Please! Please!”
He raced back to Kyuhyun’s side, and his brain halted in its tracks. He didn’t know where to look.
There was so much blood.
Fear seeped into the very core of his soul, holding him in a vise-like grip.
Flashes of the night of his mother’s death passed through his mind, and by the time the students and teachers of the school were surrounding him, his sobs had more semblance to desperate, choking screams.
“You can’t leave me! Do you hear? It’s not happening again! You’re going to go and get that stupid Mickey Mouse band-aid on you, and everything will be fine and we’re going to live happily ever after the rest of our lives. I love you. You’ve got to know that right? Cho Kyuhyun, if you die on me, I swear I will break up with you and come and haunt you forever. I don’t make idle promises, so don’t you dare die!”
* * *
Kyuhyun’s head was buzzing, a dull throb pounding behind his eyes. With a gargantuan effort, his eyelids parted to let in a tiny sliver of light, momentarily blinding him. The first thing that hit him was the glaringly obvious excess of white. Second was the telltale hospital antiseptic smell. His mouth opened, but no sound came, so he turned his head to the left, the action draining any energy he had left.
There on a cramped couch, curled up in a fetal ball was Jino, breathing quietly and evenly, eyes closed. The only thing that marred that image was the furrow etched deep into his brow, even in sleep.
He opened his mouth and tried again. A strangled gurgle escaped his throat, but it was enough to jolt Jino out of his slumber and wide awake.
Tears filled his eyes and started dripping to the floor as Jino stared at the sight of Kyuhyun’s faint smile.
“Yah,” he laughed weakly. “You’re going to make a pond with your tears and drown the two of us together. What use is that going to be when I’m obviously alive?”
Jino strode to cover the distance and gripped Kyuhyun’s hand tightly. Head bowed, sobs wracked his body in relief.
Kyuhyun cursed his immobility. How can I comfort him if I can’t move?
“Jino-yah, please don’t cry. You know I can’t stand that.” With another herculean effort, he moved his arm to rest on Jino’s head, stroking the hair softly.
“You’re a bad hyung, you know that?” Jino accused, voice muffled by the sheets.
Kyuhyun sighed. “Yes I know, Jino-yah. I-”
“-How can you just cross a street without looking? You’re always telling me to be safe, but what about you?”
“I’m sorry, Jino-ah, truly. I-”
Jino lifted his head. Fire was blazing in his eyes. “-Do you know what you did to me? Do you know what you did to Auntie? We thought you were going to die. And what would’ve ha-mmph.”
Kyuhyun lips had finally travelled across the newly-elongated few inches to Jino’s still-blabbering mouth. He knew that if he opened his eyes, he’d laugh at the probably thunderstruck expression on Jino’s face, and that would just ruin the mood, so he waited for a response.
A few seconds passed with no acknowledgement, and a slow churning was building in the pit of his stomach. Was he going to get rejected? By a mere boy three years his junior?
Before his thoughts could continue along that path, two soft hands carefully placed themselves behind his neck, and Jino was shoving his tongue agressively down his throat.
Well, I guess that rules out rejection.
Kyuhyun forced his arms to move across the vast distance and latch onto Jino’s neck, pulling him down until he couldn’t get any closer. He supposed he should be thankful that at least his mouth seemed in working order.
Jino was having fireworks explode in his head, because it seemed like the period of pining for his hyung was finally over.
That, and because his hyung’s mouth was performing some very indescribably mind-blowing maneuvers on his tongue.
Teeth grazed his lower lip once, then again, before stopping to nibble like it was a delectable chocolate. Jino’s brain went through the complicated process of shutting and then rebooting too fast, resulting in an embarrassingly loud moan, which resonated into Kyuhyun’s mouth.
Kyuhyun smirked, and Jino flushed ten shades brighter.
Determined not to be the one to break off, Jino kept up with Kyuhyun, occasionally experimenting with a technique he picked up. He earned a surprised gasp when he shyly bit the other’s tongue, and felt the arms around his neck lock impossibly tighter. Breathing became erratic and labored, and the need for air became increasingly more urgent.
Just as their mouths disconnected, the door clicked and a pair of heels sounded as Kyuhyun’s mother, Mrs. Cho, walked in. Jino flew out of Kyuhyun’s arms, mortified at being caught in such an awkward scene.
Contrarily, Kyuhyun’s trademark smirk spread lazily across his face as his mom eyed him mischievously, a sparkle in her eye.
“I guess the problem that’s been bothering you for the past couple of years has been solved.”
The smirk dissolved, jaw dropping into scandalized horror. That was a low blow. Very low.
The hand clamped over his mouth wasn’t enough to muffle the giggle that escaped Jino’s mouth. “Two years? He’s been crushing on me for two years?” He laughed, suddenly carefree, the worrisome weight off his chest.
Sauntering back, he locked eyes with his hyung. “Cho Kyuhyun, I love you.” A beat passed. An eyebrow was raised back at him. “Hyung.”
Kyuhyun’s lips stretched wide in delight (thanks to the vigorous exercise it had), eyes full of overwhelming emotion, and Jino’s breath caught in his throat. “I love you too, Jino-yah.”
Notes:
1) Just for clarification, Kyuhyun is 18 and Jino is 15, and they're in high school.
2) i don't think i can write angst. not even a bit. as you can see.
3) constructive criticism, comments to say hi, comments saying it sucked, much appreciated~ <3
4) it turned out SAPPY. idek ... ;___;
Pairing: KyuNo (Kyuhyun/Jino)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: slight angst, fluff
Word Count: 2080
Summary: Accidents seem to be what shape Jino's life.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Super Junior, or S.M. The Ballad. Not when they have my heart hostage
A/N: Another 2 hours I should've spent studying >.> It's because these two are so impossibly adorable together. Please excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes I may have made (and let me know~) since it's beta'd by me.
“Ommaaaaa!!!”
The sob rang through the otherwise silent playground, deserted except for hunched over figure of a little five-year-old boy, tears and snot running down his face. He got up and ran across to the middle of the street, shaking the still, blood-covered form of his mother. “Ommaa!!!”
The deceiving calm didn’t remain for long. The wail of sirens punctured the night, and the little boy stared, eyes wide at the red and blue lights flashing as men in white brought a stretcher, carefully placed his mother on it, and carried her to the white van with a red cross on it.
“It zooms so fast,” he remembered her saying, “so that the nice doctors can put a band-aid on their boo-boo and kiss it, and everything will be okay again.”
“A Mickey Mouse band-aid?”
“Of course! Who else can use their magic to fix their boo-boos?”
People were slowly gathering, murmuring between themselves about the horror and tragedy, when a woman in white came over and gently knelt down next to him. “Is that your mom, sweetie?” Concern laced her words.
“That’s omma! Hurry hurry! Go zoom and the doctor can put a bandaid on her head! And it has to be Mickey Mouse, or else it won’t be fixed. We have to go!”
The woman’s eyes filled with tears, knowing in her heart that she was going to have to tell the poor, innocent child that his mother was beyond help. She gathered him in her arms and cradled him as they made their way to the ambulance. “What’s your name, dear?”
“Cho Jino imnida~”
* * *
“Yah, Jino! Get your ass up and out of bed if you want a ride to school! I’m leaving in ten!”
Kyuhyun’s voice barged in on Jino’s dreams and he groaned. Rubbing his eyes and rolling over, the red digits glared back at him: 8:45 am. Well shit.
Jumping out of bed, he grabbed the pair of jeans hanging on the bedpost, while his hand reached into the closet and pounced upon the first shirt it touched. Scrambling into his clothes, he brushed his teeth in minute speed.
Who decided to make school start at such ungodly hours?
After one quick rinse of his mouth and a glance and smirk at his disheveled reflection (probably the sexiest bed-head in the school today), he rushed to his desk, took one look at the pile of homework and books, and dumped it all into his backpack in one swipe. Satisfied, he slung his bag onto his shoulder as he raced down the stairs, grabbing the muffin sitting on the table.
Every wall around him was covered in memories of the unbreakable filial bond that formed between him and his mother from years together, captured in pictures that were hung up in every available space. Countless more were stored and cherished deep within his heart, in the gentle gestures and unsaid words.
Jino never let a day pass without thanking the gods for putting the most generous woman he had ever had the fortune to meet in his life. Never had he considered himself anything less than a son by blood. Even now, at 15 years old, he believed her to be an angel. Who else would take one look at a teary eyed and snot covered boy and decide to adopt him?
He hugged his mother tightly as he passed. “Love you, mom! See you later!”
“Love you too, darling! Don’t keep Kyuhyunnie waiting now. Bye!” she replied fondly, shoving her lazy yet impossibly adorable son out the door.
He grinned at his best friend, sitting behind the wheel of his new sleek black car, and jumped in. “7 minutes!” he crowed, punching the air. “I win!”
The familiar smirk rested in its comfortable and seemingly permanent position on Kyuhyun’s lips. “Yeah, and you look like you were stuck in and then spat out by the clothes dryer.”
“Hey, what can I do if the girls like it?” he shrugged, sitting back and enjoying the light banter with a smile playing on his lips.
“Not just the girls,” muttered Kyuhyun under his breath, not quite within earshot for Jino.
“Did you say something?”
“Just expressing my observations on how much of a cocky idiot you’re becoming.”
Jino pouted. “But hyunggg, didn’t you hear, I am the reincarnation of a puppy! And puppies are not cocky,” he concluded, as if that explained everything.
Kyuhyun snorted. “You’re about as easy to deal with as a puppy too,” he said as he parked the car. “Come on, you’re going to be late.”
Jino watched Kyuhyun’s back disappear into the school and sighed. Was he ever going to notice that he only saves his childish antics for him?
* * *
Lunch signaled the time of day when students are released from classes for an hour. Synonymous to letting wild animals loose from their cages and allowing them to run rampant.
As Kyuhyun made his way down the hall to the cafeteria, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and the weight of a body being transferred from the ground onto him.
“Oof. Jino, what the heck are yo-” Innocent eyes stared questioningly back at him and he groaned inwardly, words re-routing themselves back to his brain unsaid.
Why couldn’t he be more resistant to the puppy eyes? He’d gotten immune to Donghae’s eyes, so why was it taking so long with Jino?
I refuse to be a pedophile. I refuse to be a pedophile. I refuse to be a pedophile. He clung onto this mantra in his head.
Jino’s cheerful aura was next to impossible to penetrate. “Hyung, let’s go get lunch from the pizza place across the street~”
“Again?! Remind me to gloat over you when you become a fat old ahjussi.”
Jino just grabbed Kyuhyun’s hand, tuning out all protests, as he dragged him outside. He raced across the street and yelled, “Come on hyung! You’re getting too old!”
Smiling at Jino’s adorable eagerness, Kyuhyun stepped out onto the street, only to have the world suddenly turn black.
* * *
Jino’s legs gave way and he was on the floor on his knees, numb with shock.
Idiot! Do something! Kyuhyun needs help!
Shaking himself out of the frozen stupor, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell. Dialing proved to be a hard task, after dropping the phone two times and misdialing another three times due to the uncontrollable trembling. By the time he finally got through, he was near hysteria, half-sobbing into the speaker as he told the ambulance the address.
He was begging frantically, knowing that it would be futile, but unable to do anything else. “Hurry!! Please! Please!”
He raced back to Kyuhyun’s side, and his brain halted in its tracks. He didn’t know where to look.
There was so much blood.
Fear seeped into the very core of his soul, holding him in a vise-like grip.
Flashes of the night of his mother’s death passed through his mind, and by the time the students and teachers of the school were surrounding him, his sobs had more semblance to desperate, choking screams.
“You can’t leave me! Do you hear? It’s not happening again! You’re going to go and get that stupid Mickey Mouse band-aid on you, and everything will be fine and we’re going to live happily ever after the rest of our lives. I love you. You’ve got to know that right? Cho Kyuhyun, if you die on me, I swear I will break up with you and come and haunt you forever. I don’t make idle promises, so don’t you dare die!”
* * *
Kyuhyun’s head was buzzing, a dull throb pounding behind his eyes. With a gargantuan effort, his eyelids parted to let in a tiny sliver of light, momentarily blinding him. The first thing that hit him was the glaringly obvious excess of white. Second was the telltale hospital antiseptic smell. His mouth opened, but no sound came, so he turned his head to the left, the action draining any energy he had left.
There on a cramped couch, curled up in a fetal ball was Jino, breathing quietly and evenly, eyes closed. The only thing that marred that image was the furrow etched deep into his brow, even in sleep.
He opened his mouth and tried again. A strangled gurgle escaped his throat, but it was enough to jolt Jino out of his slumber and wide awake.
Tears filled his eyes and started dripping to the floor as Jino stared at the sight of Kyuhyun’s faint smile.
“Yah,” he laughed weakly. “You’re going to make a pond with your tears and drown the two of us together. What use is that going to be when I’m obviously alive?”
Jino strode to cover the distance and gripped Kyuhyun’s hand tightly. Head bowed, sobs wracked his body in relief.
Kyuhyun cursed his immobility. How can I comfort him if I can’t move?
“Jino-yah, please don’t cry. You know I can’t stand that.” With another herculean effort, he moved his arm to rest on Jino’s head, stroking the hair softly.
“You’re a bad hyung, you know that?” Jino accused, voice muffled by the sheets.
Kyuhyun sighed. “Yes I know, Jino-yah. I-”
“-How can you just cross a street without looking? You’re always telling me to be safe, but what about you?”
“I’m sorry, Jino-ah, truly. I-”
Jino lifted his head. Fire was blazing in his eyes. “-Do you know what you did to me? Do you know what you did to Auntie? We thought you were going to die. And what would’ve ha-mmph.”
Kyuhyun lips had finally travelled across the newly-elongated few inches to Jino’s still-blabbering mouth. He knew that if he opened his eyes, he’d laugh at the probably thunderstruck expression on Jino’s face, and that would just ruin the mood, so he waited for a response.
A few seconds passed with no acknowledgement, and a slow churning was building in the pit of his stomach. Was he going to get rejected? By a mere boy three years his junior?
Before his thoughts could continue along that path, two soft hands carefully placed themselves behind his neck, and Jino was shoving his tongue agressively down his throat.
Well, I guess that rules out rejection.
Kyuhyun forced his arms to move across the vast distance and latch onto Jino’s neck, pulling him down until he couldn’t get any closer. He supposed he should be thankful that at least his mouth seemed in working order.
Jino was having fireworks explode in his head, because it seemed like the period of pining for his hyung was finally over.
That, and because his hyung’s mouth was performing some very indescribably mind-blowing maneuvers on his tongue.
Teeth grazed his lower lip once, then again, before stopping to nibble like it was a delectable chocolate. Jino’s brain went through the complicated process of shutting and then rebooting too fast, resulting in an embarrassingly loud moan, which resonated into Kyuhyun’s mouth.
Kyuhyun smirked, and Jino flushed ten shades brighter.
Determined not to be the one to break off, Jino kept up with Kyuhyun, occasionally experimenting with a technique he picked up. He earned a surprised gasp when he shyly bit the other’s tongue, and felt the arms around his neck lock impossibly tighter. Breathing became erratic and labored, and the need for air became increasingly more urgent.
Just as their mouths disconnected, the door clicked and a pair of heels sounded as Kyuhyun’s mother, Mrs. Cho, walked in. Jino flew out of Kyuhyun’s arms, mortified at being caught in such an awkward scene.
Contrarily, Kyuhyun’s trademark smirk spread lazily across his face as his mom eyed him mischievously, a sparkle in her eye.
“I guess the problem that’s been bothering you for the past couple of years has been solved.”
The smirk dissolved, jaw dropping into scandalized horror. That was a low blow. Very low.
The hand clamped over his mouth wasn’t enough to muffle the giggle that escaped Jino’s mouth. “Two years? He’s been crushing on me for two years?” He laughed, suddenly carefree, the worrisome weight off his chest.
Sauntering back, he locked eyes with his hyung. “Cho Kyuhyun, I love you.” A beat passed. An eyebrow was raised back at him. “Hyung.”
Kyuhyun’s lips stretched wide in delight (thanks to the vigorous exercise it had), eyes full of overwhelming emotion, and Jino’s breath caught in his throat. “I love you too, Jino-yah.”
Notes:
1) Just for clarification, Kyuhyun is 18 and Jino is 15, and they're in high school.
2) i don't think i can write angst. not even a bit. as you can see.
3) constructive criticism, comments to say hi, comments saying it sucked, much appreciated~ <3
4) it turned out SAPPY. idek ... ;___;