It's Simply Love, call it Fate.
Hello people, I have finally posted my first Kyusung oneshot here. This is the second time I wrote Kyusung and... I'm nearly hooking myself to write this pair ;__;
I hope this doesn't disappoints you.
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Author: heartl0ck
Title: It's Simply Love, call it Fate.
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, Drama, AU, Fantasy
Pairings: Kyusung, (very very very tiny implied pairings)
Notes: FML. This is a birthday fic for myself and all November babies. This is completely a crazy, out of the world fic that contains superhuman abilities like able to predict future and someone who has a strong sense to save people. 7078w. I tried, not to go out of control. I'm not mad btw. ):
Summary: Yesung is a doctor who saves lives, pretty much compatible to his identity as being a Healer whose ability is to sense strongly for someone who is in need of medical help, basically saving people. Kyuhyun is a journalist who writes about his forecasts of certain matters using his keen sense to calculate its probability, chances, or so whatever you calls.
One day Yesung picks up a Judger who changed his life forever.
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~~~The azure blue sky was decorated with a platter of soaring clouds and the hot breezy wind was blowing across the sparkly water where Yesung decided to camp over for his lunch over at the riverside bay. He narrowed his eyes to gaze towards the expanse of the long river that ran fluidly from the north, absentmindedly taking a bite from his warm sandwich he has bought it in a convenient store nearby.
The river was silvery blue, glittering with the sunlight reflecting on its surface. It was tad too bright to blind its audience but Yesung didn’t mind its shininess. He chewed the soft bread steadily in his mouth, until it was soft and mashed, mashed enough to be swallowed down his hungry throat. Smoothly, he grabbed the opened mineral water bottle and drank a big gulp of it.
Yesung was so starved, because it was 2.30PM in the day and he had performed a skin-grafting surgical operation that spanned for a good 4 hours during the morning. The huge energy-draining activity caused his stomach growled like an empty hungry bin. Before that, he was deployed to be on duty for the night as the in-house surgeon and in charge of doing the rounds. He hardly even had time to eat by running all over the hospital the whole 32 hours since yesterday.
What’s Time? He nearly forgotten there’s such a thing existed.
To say he was tired, perhaps the better word was fatigue which Yesung deeply felt after each operation. The weariness ran through his mind and body caused him to recall and cringe at how unpredictable events could happen to humans. How they adversely affect its victims when a disaster or some sort of that strikes.
4 hours of skin slicing and re-patching the grafted skins of a patient who has suffered recently from a 4th degree burns in a mass fire, Yesung thought he could take things well and cool. At the very least, he tried to convince himself that he wouldn’t feel the sharp piercing pain his patient was going through, and how his wounds actually started to get inflamed with yellowy pus gathering around the infected areas.
This was one of the reasons that forced him to host the operation 10 hours earlier with prior to what they have agreed, and any delay could cost one of the man’s precious legs. Yesung dreaded of such situations the most.
~~~During and after the post operation, he assessed the patient with the ample dosage of anesthetic flowing through the body to make its muscles to loss the responsiveness, and morphine drugged down the IV drip to alleviate his pain should he regains consciousness, so he would not feel the hurting pain when he moves about.
Even without moving, the burning pain would definitely persist in haunting his nerves with deep scorching feeling. The itchiness he couldn’t scratch it off, the dwelling sensations on the wounds would tend to make things difficult for him to handle, besides the pain of course.
Not to even mention the psychological tortures if he comes to face with his scarred face and body, perhaps watching a brand new self is a plain living hell.
This particular patient’s first treatment was so to speak successfully done after planting the healthy skins onto the wounded scars. He was showing signs of recovery with the new cells generating and replicating to heal the burns. Looking at the medical point of view, he could safely proceed to the next stage of treatment.
~~~Finishing his late lunch which the clock already has crept to the hour of 1500, Yesung shut his eyes and decided to take a short meditating nap. He distinctively listened to the warm air blowing across his cheeks, and the body of the river which glittered its way down the bank, as if when it sparkles, it sings.
He enjoyed his fair skin basking under the scorching hot sun and he would never find it as a torture by its brilliant heat and rays. In fact the only time he would take in the Sun and the day are during his lunch breaks, when he is able to grab some time in not finding himself standing in the middle of a cold chilling operation theater or the white washed wardrooms with many of the sick lying on the monotonous-looking beds that smelled like nothing else but sanitizers and Dettols.
Even he too, found his body and breaths reeking with the disinfectant alcohols and the nasty bleach smell stained on his holy white robe. The robe would honours him being the grand doctor status - the healing hands, and someone whose mission is to save live.
What a joke it is as some of the times he has to grant euthanasia occasionally when the patient clings onto their pain with the full-aids of machines and drugs. Think it of another way, a brighter side perhaps that, leaving might be of a good cause.
Till the Time comes and takes the pain away.
~~~Yesung thought he heard something squeaked from a far side across the soulless concrete path, where one could visibly sees the heat rises from the solid ground. It was hot enough to fry an egg. He stood up and cautiously, at least being precautious to approach the sound originating from an obscure corner.
The area was littered with many card boxes; there were damped ones, dry ones and semi-wet pieces sticking onto the hard ground. Immediately, Yesung realised it was probably a clutter area where a bunch of homeless loners reside.
Perhaps he was just overly reacting on his unique sense of hearing and intuitions; he could see no one appearing in the area except the thin pieces of raw old newspapers fluttering in circles as the wind flew by and greeted the corner. As he turned to his left, Yesung was slightly shocked by a man limply plopped down to his side. He was strangely hugging his stomach too tightly. Without delay, the doctor instinctively rushed to his aid.
Yesung placed two fingers on the man’s neck and determined the pulses beating on his jugular. Kneeing down, he laid the man on his lap to do some quick check. Yesung’s palm kneaded on the man’s abdomen and he felt a lump under his palpations. The doctor briefly saw his left eye twitched in pain when he again applied a small pressure at the hidden lump, affirming his mental inferences that triggered him to make fast decisions.
“Hey Sir.” Yesung gently slapped the barely-conscious man’s face to get his attention. He groaned in a deep painful mourn before wrapping his stomach with his hands again. His face was losing its blood to pale-white and large sweat beads broke out on his forehead stressing the dull pain acting in his body. The calmed doctor gave the man another light slap before flipping out his phone to call for help.
~~~The distinct horns and rings of a hospital ambulance drove past the bustling streets with the prompting rush to reach the patient’s help as fast as possible. Thank god the vehicles on the road gladly moved aside to accommodate with the motion.
“Is Yesung picking up a tramp this time again?” Kibum commented in a mocking way but no offence meant in his tone, his hands zipping up the red first aid kit on his lap then reopened it to double-check the necessary items were clearly pocketed inside.
Glaring at Kibum, Eunhyuk spoke up for his most respected idol in his heart and gave the man a kick on his foot. “Yesung is being too soft, and he just happens to meet another patient who is in need of his medical aid. You can’t deny he’s always so kind-hearted to everyone under the sky-” His sentence was cut off abruptly by Kibum who gave him a hit on his shoulder. “Of course I know how caring Yesung is, but at the rate he picks up patients on the street is way too frequent and rare, don’t you think so?”
The vehicle suddenly gave a sharp turn across the junction and startled the passengers with a shock. “Shindong!” Both men yelped together in harmony to voice out their alarm. “I’m sorry! The traffic lights were going against me.” Chuckling, Shindong effectively brought ease to Kibum and Eunhyuk who were trying to catch their steadiness aftermath.
“You’re not quite wrong, Kibum. This is the 5th time Yesung gave us his pressing call in the month, and it’s no way I can meet with people who needs hospital so easily.” Shindong gave the paramedics his piece of words before resting his hands on the shift knob to stop the car.
Knowing they have reached the destination, Eunhyuk flung open the white large door and jump down with the first-aid kit on his hands. Kibum followed shortly after his fellow colleague to find Yesung’s location, while Shindong turned off the engine to leave his ambulance alone.
Yesung shook the man’s shoulder in attempt to wake the man up again. He leaned down to place his ears as near to the man’s mouth, hearing him gasping for heavy breathes. The sounds of rushing footsteps resounded behind him caused the doctor to turn and look, at last Yesung’s heart felt a sense of relief.
He will be alright. He will.
~~~Penning down his new patient’s status onto the empty medical chart, Yesung put the clipped board on the bed’s table and moved nearer to the sleeping man. He visually observed the man’s slowed and calmed exchange of breathings with the fresh air spraying from the purifier attached on the wall next to his head.
The man looked very peaceful, pretty much different from yesterday when Yesung first saw the man falling apart with the expression of trying to bear with the pain snipping in the hell out of him.
He has a patch of short spiky stub grown on his chin and the underside, dark-brown hair being a little messily combed to the left but overall he still looked cool. Even without words, Yesung could feel the peaceful aura exuding out from this man, looking totally like an angel. Before he could extend his hand to feel his cheeks, the room’s door clicked.
Another doctor came in to the serene-looking ward with black spectacles rested on the bride of his nose. Pushing it further up, Yesung turned around to acknowledge his presence, but was slightly surprised when he saw the person was none other than his longest-known friend.
“Do you know that you have almost revealed yourself?” Leeteuk rested his palm on Yesung’s shoulder as an indication to pressurize his power. “Yes I know. But I couldn’t help but to save him. It’s my instinct, it’s my mission, and it’s my life.” Yesung stated in a resignation tone, which never fails to remind him and Leeteuk for the most familiar phrase he has ever said.
He shut his eyes, calming down his uncontrolled heart because he deeply knew he was right, darn right. He tried telling himself that saving people is his life, saving people is a holy duty to carry out and saving a lot of people might attract unwanted attention.
“I’m sorry.” Leeteuk spoke, breaking the silence in the air besides the regular beeping of the machines and calm breathing of theirs in the room. Yesung turned around to face him and gave him a hug, “I’m sorry, it’s my fault. Not yours, and never yours.” He whispered out softly, letting himself sinking into the warmth hug. Leeteuk gave his light pats on his back to reassure his with his support.
Leaving the room, the man slightly stirred and came around.
~~~Beep. Beep. Beep.
Yesung quickly reacted to the message blinking on the pager’s screen that was an urgent call to deploy him down to the Intensive Care Unit at the East wing of the hospital. He ran as fast as possible to meet up with Dr Han at the atrium that adjoins with the West wing. His heart strummed tightly every second.
“Hankyung!” The doctor shouted out to greet his fellow colleague and the both of them immediately ran together without delaying.
“The patient from ward 5D is in grave condition because his wounds have been inflamed again. The grafting has obviously shown of no use to heal his injuries and I would like to propose…” Hankyung spoke in a hard tone he would normally use to express his opinions towards the patients, knowing that soft approaches were not the ways to keep up their intensive work in giving the utmost medical care.
Hankyung was glad to have Yesung as one of the people he loved to work with because he had never failed to provide the best options in saving his patients, and he often listened to other’s suggestions which to the man, was the right attitude to work with people.
A frantic nurse rushed to their side and shoved them the most recent report he has captured from the various cardiac tests performed on the particular patient.
“What’s his current condition?” Hankyung sharply asked as his boyfriend Ryeowook, the in-house nurse spilled the readings from his previous observations on the patient before he came out to fetch the doctors in.
Walking into the ward and storming towards the bed, Yesung stood by the side to take a closer clearer look at the infected wounds. He carefully removed the awfully stained gauze from his lower thigh and revealed a deep rotting clot of pus and blood. The patch of skin he had implanted during the operation was unfortunately rejected and detached from the area thus exposing the flesh.
His mind stopped functioning for a second.
“We need to perform amputation. Wook, please inform his family about it immediately and we will send him to the operation right after we have obtain their consent.” Hankyung dispatched the ward’s nurse and he fleeted out of the room quickly to his working counter for the preparatory work. Yesung flipped his head to stare hard at his co-worker, shock written clearly all over his face.
The two doctors shortly left the room to the counter and began to fill in tons of declaration forms and medical clearance sheets. Hankyung went through the medical history of the patient once again to deduce the right dosage of anesthetic to be used for the operation, and Yesung did was filling up the forms and getting wary at the panic look of Ryeowook in trying to explain to the patient’s family members. He was all flustered in attempting to convey the urgency of their acknowledgement to the patient’s condition, eyes filled with loss and helplessness.
Grabbing over the dirt-free office phone to his ears, Yesung stuck a hand up to hush Ryeowook in silence, instructing him to keep in silence for he was taking over the nurse’s role. Hankyung was slightly shocked at the doctor’s action but he soon faced with his true intentions in great understanding.
The doctor began to wash his words through the static line calmly yet firmly to the family member, who was being anguished with the downturn of the patient’s condition. However they had to receive the idea straight, that an operation was definitely necessary in order to keep the man’s life.
“We will try our best to save your husband, Mrs Im. I’ll see you later in the hospital, thank you.” and the line went dull with the flat hung up tone. Yesung heaved a sigh of relief and he raised his head up above the counter, a smile was welcoming right before his face.
“You can be a negotiator if you aren’t a doctor.” Hankyung waved a thumb up to show his praise for the doctor, Yesung gave a light laugh in return.
~~~Yesung strikingly stared at the dripping black coffee down the hidden funnel in the giant drink dispenser. Recalling how this afternoon the operation has took away that patient’s leg had caused his heart to sink so much. His every thread of eyebrows were knitted together upon his great depression.
“It’s ready.” A voice bloomed from his back and he snapped out of his trance. Yesung gracefully bent down to draw out the hot cup and moved away from the machine. His mind was quite hazed with worries so he didn't bother much about his surroundings.
The man was draping a white pajama that decorated with light blue stripes, shaking out a small handful of coins pocketed inside his palm and dropped one big circular silver coin into the slot. He momentarily waited for the array of drinks to light up and his finger squeezed the same button Yesung had pressed for his drink.
Black coffee. And he didn’t order the sugar and creamer for his cup.
By the time he could turn to look around, there was no one in sight of the cold empty corridor. He shrugged and walked away to the garden right outside the quiet building, one hand clutching onto his constricted stomach.
Taking a seat in the pavilion wrapped with those clingy plants spiraling on the pillars, the man hitched a breath when he sat down too fast. He had forgotten that he went through an appendectomy operation two days ago. And the dawn was breaking at any moment.
The dark sky segued into a mixture cerulean and Prussian blue with many floating clouds hanging across the vast stretch. He wasn’t feeling sleepy anymore for he had slept throughout the evening. It has been two days he had admitted to the hospital and he wanted to recall who exactly had picked him up when he was suffering from the pain attack.
A face flashed past his mind.
The coffee placed on the bench was lifted up to a pair of lips and it was tilted by the man to drink its content. Before he could taste that one sip, a voice softly spoke behind and that figure came into his sight.
“You should drink milo instead of coffee. It’s bad for your stomach after the operation.” Yesung held out a cup of warm chocolate-brown drink to the man and he took the seat beside him.
He brought the cup to his lips and politely took a mouthful of it. “How did you know?” The man blew the chilly morning air into chocolate drink and hot steam vaporized. Patience was wearing him out and brought him to look at the doctor again, trying to structure a sentence.
“Thanks for the milo anyway,” and the silence fell back to its place again.
Yesung rested himself beside the man and peacefully enjoyed the tranquility shared in the air. He was worn out from the tiredness and stress that were torturing his unsettled mind. Barely musing out a note out of his voice, Yesung found himself coping with his mind and being unable to open his mouth to properly reply his patient. Silent persisted to linger in the air.
The dawn breeze touched his cheeks in a smooth gentle way that strangely unnerved his feelings. Even better, the man wasn’t pestering him for any answers with an endless talking of argumentations. It was as though he knew exactly when to speak and when to maintain the mutual silence.
After a while, the Sun rose into the horizon that shone a hue of brilliant orange to the sky. The stopwatch clicked and beeped repetitively in reporting the current time, Yesung fluttered his eyes open and brought him to fully awake as the day slowly slipped in. He silenced his watch in a fast motion raised his attention to the patient who was still sitting beside him, quietly.
“Thanks for saving me.” He spoke. The man held his hand out and lit up a smile on his face. “Kyuhyun,” He introduced with a light tone with his hand still stretched out to Yesung. The doctor was a little taken aback in the sudden change and shook his head briefly.
“Dr Kim, Kim Yesung.” Yesung paused, “You just had your operation and you shouldn’t be walking around. Most importantly, you should be in your bed now.” Yesung took over his hand and gestured the handshake with him.
Kyuhyun gently touched his stomach where a slight bulge could be seen hiding behind his shirt. His hand rubbed in circles above his wound like he was trying to beckon the pain to go away with a magical action, but that didn’t work of course.
The hand tried to keep up with the messaging and he was being too carried away that his eyes winced painfully when he unconsciously kneaded tad too hard on the gauze bandage wrapped against his stitched wound. “Stupid pain, guess I need a good 3 days to recuperate from it.”
Judging from his injury and the rate he was healing, Kyuhyun doubted if he could report to work for the rest of the week. He promptly drew out his mobile phone from the shallow chest pocket and flipped it open. The screen swiftly lit up in the sensor being activated, and he roughly drafted out a short message on the invisible lines then he clicked ‘send’ promptly afterwards.
The message went, “Heechul, I’m in a hospital now. Give me 3 days for the articles to be ready.”
~~~The airy atmosphere and the green plants scattered around the garden were filled with a thick musk of dew and humidity. Morning dews were blooming on the surfaces of leaves and flower petals which brought out the natural beauty of the garden, the full vibrancy radiated out from the compliments of the garden and the aurora glaring out from the end of the sky.
Yesung always loved the musky morning and this was one of the reasons he chose to stay in the garden. Rather, he was neglecting the fact that Kyuhyun was right beside his and admiring his with an intrigued look.
The time slowly crept past and still no words spilled between the lingering silences occupying in the warm air. Kyuhyun was trying hard to examine the doctor with his bare eyes that strongly etched onto his light, fair cheeks. Many different things appeared in his mind and he couldn’t find the right word to tell, he couldn’t read his mind, couldn’t foretell anything. He cursed.
Yesung felt the strangling silence and he pondered to leave the hospital. He should have knocked off from the work right after the operation performed on the burn-patient. It’s not like his to loiter in the hospital grounds when he has already cleared his duties.
In fact today, he has been granted an off day. But the operation has lasted over the night and he thought if he could just as well stay to witness the Sunrise once again. It is an untold habit of hs since all these years.
Suddenly, Kyuhyun had raw flashes of a serious car accident with a familiar face of Yesung struck in between his memory. Coupling his images were a few flickering recollections of a car flipping over until it was ultimately wrecked. At the moment, he cringed at that thought.
“Don’t!” His sudden scream captured Yesung’s attention. “Don’t! Don’t drive to the orphanage.” Kyuhyun muttered when he saw Yesung giving him doubtful looks. “Why? How did you know I going to drive?” Yesung asked incredulously. More to his surprised and pure shock, how did he know that he was planning to head to the orphanage? Yesung’s heart was weighing heavier when he realized he wasn’t a simpleton.
Kyuhyun was flustered at the accusation of his sudden break of the news. He was in a precarious state in revealing his hidden identity as someone who could read and project the future in his mind. A judger, what they are commonly named as.
He could predict and calculate the possibility of an incident to happen by sensing what’s going to be most likely happened, however there is no guarantee to his foretells, better referred as a near-precise speculations. Should he reveal himself, or deny everything all the way? “Just, stay clear out of the road as much as possible.” He muttered softly.
Retrieving the facts imprinted in his lost mind, Yesung finally spotted what this Kyuhyun was exactly and he was strangely relieved against the fact. Secrets at this point could be kept safely, so no harm done. Nevertheless he has given some trust to take his words, warnings are better to be heeded than sorry.
When nothing is to be told, everything will turn out to be fine.
“Ok, I’ll be fine. I’ll take a cab then.” Yesung informed Kyuhyun before leaving him alone in the pavilion. The dumbstruck man was pretty much pondering why he wasn’t making a fuss out his abruptness and according to his previous bad experiences, any normal human would curse him and usually get very annoyed by his negative words.
Yesung was different, so probably he was insane or he was just plain bizarre, as Kyuhyun marked this doctor deep in his mind.
~~~Yesung picked up his keys and prepared to drive out of the basement car park below his apartment. He had loaded bags and boxes full of toys, food necessities and daily essentials into the car’s boot and the rear seats. It was considered as rare for his to set aside half a day at least to visit the orphanage in the rural town.
The sun was shining ultra brightly above the roof of the car and a sudden loud bang popped against his driver’s window scared the living crap out of him. He wound down the semi-opaque side window blinded by the car shade quickly in reacting with the constant knocking. A face was squishing itself into a mess of worry and nervousness, Yesung thought he might have actually met with a ghost appearing in the broad daylight.
“Didn’t I tell you not to take a car?!” The voice burst into the car as soon as the window descended into the window-gap, a firm commanding tone grasped on the hinted words which freaked the hell out of the driver. “Kyuhyun?!” Yesung yelled in shocked.
“How the hell you get out of the hospital?” Yesung was hyperventilating at the shock going through his mind, especially it was some stranger, no his newly-admitted patient, who hit his car window and appearing out from nowhere right at his house. If he bears to curse his patients, he would do that right at this moment. Fuck.
That’s just ain’t right for once.
Yesung unlatched the door to open and support the falling Kyuhyun as sharp unbearable pain washed over him for a split second. The painkiller unfortunately has worn off its effect from the body. He expertly dragged the limping man towards the front passenger seat and dropped him off gently because after all, this man was his patient.
Examining his 1.5cm wide wound that has seemed to be bleeding as the stitches has tear a little, just a little is enough to cause a swelling pain at the area. Kyuhyun groaned.
The doctor smoothly flipped the dashboard’s storage box open and revealed a mini first-aid kit. He slit away the bandage after wrapping it at Kyuhyun’s abdomen where the scar was marked distinctively at, replacing the wound with a fresh medicated gauze that would temporarily disinfect the area before it gets inflamed. The small pile of used dressing was thrown away by Yesung in the nearest bin to his car.
“Let me get you back to the hospital now. Where on Earth there’s patient like you running around just to warn someone there’s trouble and all?” Yesung commented while getting ready to drive the car out of the porch, hitting the direction towards the hospital.
“Wait, no, you’re getting late to the orphanage, aren’t you? Let’s go there straight. And I’ll promise to let you send me back to the hospital after your business is done.” A shaky cold hand was stretched and put on top of Yesung’s at the shift knob, startling the driver to trigger a sudden brake. “Deal?” Kyuhyun continued and Yesung glared at him incredulously.
Yesung swiped his fringe to the side with a hidden motive of uncertainty grinding in his mind. How is this judger so different from other he has previously met before? He was surely knotty and annoying.
“And… Didn’t I tell you to take a cab or something?” Kyuhyun repeated this a 2nd time and he was feeling the helplessness in unable to instill the hidden truth down to the doctor and it looked like he didn’t seemed to believe in his words. Yesung sighed as he turned to face his passenger, using his finger pointing at the back of the car. The piles of bags and cartons were a great proof to tell him that he wasn’t so convenient to take cab.
“You get it?” He spoke in a resignation tone.
Kyuhyun weighed his options mentally. He forced himself to confront the future that something bad might have happened if he insists in driving his way to the destination. The determined face of Yesung made Kyuhyun thought twice, thrice, before jumping into a decision of him joining his all the way to the less populated side of the town, where the orphanage resides.
“It sucks to be a Judger, damn.” Kyuhyun inwardly cursed at himself.
Being a judger always never fails to put up the image of “Protector”, because he is always anxious over his object of foretelling, especially he’s facing one the worse situation he has ever presaged before.
On top of everything, he was supposed to rest and get himself recovering from his condition, maybe spending the time to do his articles was any wiser than running about. Heechul is pretty much fearsome if Kyuhyun doesn’t hand in his assignments before the due date comes.
“What kind of patient are you?” Yesung sighed as he embarked on his short journey.
~~~Under Kyuhyun’s strict but safe navigations, Yesung drove to his destination smoothly without any glitches. Although his patience was way to nagging at his ears, the doctor was able to handle him well enough.
As they reached the orphanage with much anticipation of the children gathering at the porch, Yesung finally rest his car and flew out within seconds to stretch his hands symbolizing a big loving hug. He kissed every child on their forehead and whispered many missings at their ears as they queued in a uniform line.
The bunch of orphans screamed and giggled as their mood lightened up when seeing their favourite brother has came to pay them the regular visit. Sending the children to the backyard, Yesung instructed the workers to stall the children before he unload the carton of boxes for the distribution with the help of the others. The neglected Kyuhyun who was still sitting at his seat looking blankly at the purpose of his presence, he slowly slid out of the car and staggered to the boot.
“Anything I can do?” Kyuhyun laid his hands on a box as he asked sincerely. He wasn't planning on being some useless fag accompanying his doctor supervising his trip. He had wanted to help.
Yesung stared incredulously at the patient who was still clutching onto his freshly-wrapped wound and gave him a light pat on the shoulder, he didn’t know if he should laugh or should get angry over him because somehow, he was absurdly cute.
“I just need you to entertain the children later, Mr Patient.”
~~~For some moments, Yesung witnessed how Kyuhyun acted like a child who he needed some coaxing and mollifying when the kids managed to win him in some racing games. The kids would glomp the man and hush him as he whine innocently, as if no one could resist his charms.
The way he pouted lightly as a kid accidentally spanked on his thighs, lying on the grassland feigning pain when Joohee - the girl who has the longest hair of all poked on his waist. He never failed to bring a brief but attractive smile on Yesung’s face. It has been some time since he had laughed so happily, care-freely.
As the children were attracted to Kyuhyun like a gigantic walking magnet wherever he went, Yesung felt something different for him. He has to admit that he was all along by himself to pay visits to the orphanage that grew and nurtured him. This time was definitely special.
~~~Yesung handled a box of lunchbox to Kyuhyun who was obviously hungry after spending his energy playing actively with the cheerful bunch of children. The children sat as close to them, giggling whenever Kyuhyun puts a mouthful of rice into his wide-stretched mouth. They too, mimicked every single action and if Kyuhyun left a grain of rice on his lips, the children would rush to attach one tiny-but-similar-looking rice grain on their mouths. A boisterous chain of laughter would then follow after every chews and bites.
Sometimes, his wound joined in the fun, only to express itself in a slightly different way. Kyuhyun would hug his stomach and muffled his pain with laughs.
Joy, and plain happiness were written clearly on his face, so as Yesung.
~~~Dragging himself out of the crowd of children who were fighting with each other to give the newly-made big brother their suffocating hugs, Kyuhyun tried to contain his sobs and sadness. The unwillingness was tying onto his voice making him unable to bid a tough goodbye. The children made his day, and he made a memorable day for every child.
Similar to this afternoon, Yesung gave everyone a loving kiss and waved a long goodbye to them. His memories drew back to the last time when he was a kid during a starless night. The forlornness spelling in his mind was a painful separation as he stood silently at the porch watching his mum’s back blending into the quiet surrounding, forever leaving him to fend for himself.
Therefore as he grew up, he made a promise to shower his little sisters and brothers with love and needs, letting them to feel that there is always someone who really cares for them.
~~~“Why did you choose to come with me in the first place?” Yesung asked while winding his car through the dark road. Kyuhyun was playing with his bandage and smiling to himself, so he didn’t hear what exactly did his doctor said. He continued fiddling with the strings that came undone at the end.
“Mr Cho?” Yesung prompted.
“Oh, that… I’m here to protect you.” Kyuhyun voice was deep, etching, and composed.
“You? Do you have what it takes?” The reply was straightforward and Kyuhyun probably expected Yesung to know who he was.
“I hardly fail. But you aren’t simple too, right?” Kyuhyun probed. His head fell backward and let the soft melody of the player washed through his listening ears.
“I’m… You’re a Judger, I know.” The voice fell as Yesung realised he was driving into the main gate of the hospital. He parked at the outdoor and supported his patient all the way back to his ward.
Before Yesung left the room, Kyuhyun grabbed his hands.
“I know. I know. You’re a Healer.”
~~~On the day Kyuhyun was discharged from the hospital, the first thing he predicted the probability he’d meet Yesung at the foyer next to the atrium. Not too high, but definitely a chance. 65.9%?
He flung his backpack on his shoulder and dashed out of the ward, hands holding his phone where Heechul was screaming his head off over the line. Kyuhyun couldn’t be bothered less.
“Just hold on for a second, bitch.”
Trying to explain how he tried working his ass off for the past four days, rushing off the articles Heechul had demanded. At times, working under this bossy supervisor couldn’t really cut him some slack.
“Stop chasing after your so called works of fate. I don’t believe in that shit.” Heechul complaint in Kyuhyun’s ears and his words were plainly irritating him. “It’s not shit okay, if it wasn’t because of me, you wouldn’t be ending up with Donghae.” The footsteps and pants mixing with his choppy voice mashed along with the static of the phone.
Before he lost the line with a click on the button, Kyuhyun barely made up Heechul’s last sentence that triggered him to hang up.
“Just go for it then, asshole.”
~~~Yesung was once again chewing on his sandwich and drinking the bottle of water he bought from the same convenient store. Taking his break at the same riverside enjoying the breeze and sparkling river, the doctor kept thinking about his last visit.
“A clover leaf?”Yesung blinked at the thin piece of greenish living thing resting in the middle of his palm. “Kyuhyun Oppa.” Johee cutely whispered out a name which surprised Yesung in return. She smiled and held her both hands to her back, quickly running away to join with the rest.
What could a piece of clover leaf represent?
Yesung loved collecting clover leaves but the meaning behind Johee giving him the leaf almost sent his mind to strange bewilderments. Yesung was totally unable to decipher the gist of it.
A palm out of nowhere was outstretched to Yesung. Turning to his side, he was less surprised to see the hand belonged to Kyuhyun, almost spot on. The familiar object lying in his palm was an exact replica to what he received from Johee. A clover 4- leaf.
“Finally discharged?” Yesung tried to contain the weird feelings rumbling in his heart, diverting himself to some other topic. “Today.” Kyuhyun sat besides him, enjoying the Sun bathing them in the rays of warmth.
“You have one too, right? Johee that sweet girl gave it to me.” He shook his head and smiled a dopey smile. Kyuhyun put his backpack down onto the concrete ground and surveyed the area.
“That, do you know what it means?” Kyuhyun softly picked up the leaf with the tip of his finger. He released it when he grabbed Yesung’s hand and spread them open, putting it in right in his palm. “It means...” Kyuhyun leaned near to Yesung in an extremely closed distance, eyes fixed aligned in a beautiful, unspeakable way.
“Will you be mine?”
~~~Two years later.
Yesung was as usual running around the Emergency Room attending to the needs of the patients that came streaming in when a serious huge car accident happened, involving 5 cars, 1 mini-van and 1 public bus to collide. The lives struggling for a glimpse hope of survival caused Yesung to be doubly determined to lead them away from the brink of death.
Eunhyuk and Kibum were rushing to push the stretchers out of their ambulance to reel the newly-arrived victims to seek for the appropriate medical aids. Nearly half of the in-patient doctors were deployed and Yesung was slightly relived that he was able to pump such manpower to the crisis was purely from the help of Kyuhyun.
~~~“Am I a good 100 /100 marks boyfriend?” Kyuhyun hugged Yesung from his back and nuzzled at the crook of his neck. He gave a light kiss on his cheek and shortly planted another. “What 100 marks boyfriend? You are only, 90 marks.” Yesung turned around and laid his back on the balcony, hands wrapped around Kyuhyun’s waist and his words baffled his boyfriend a lot.
“I informed you about the incident so you could make preparations to provide the ample equipments and medical aids, why am I not your perfect boyfriend?” Kyuhyun pouted and wanted to steal another kiss from Yesung, this time on his lips. “Umm!” Yesung squealed before pushing the man away.
“I love you.” Kyuhyun swore with his heart and sincerity, he was still yearning for the satisfactory answer from his girlfriend. “Okay, that will make you a 101-perfect boyfriend.” Yesung placed a deep kiss between the contacts of their lips, wishing the time would just stay forever like this.
~~~
Kyuhyun and Yesung were sitting on the couch at a position where smooth moonlight shining silkily onto their figures.
“Kyu baby, have you ever pictured our future with your unique abilities before?” The words came falling out of Yesung’s lips and he was tugging his hands playfully. “Our future, baby?” Kyuhyun whispered.
“It all started when I foreseen a handsome doctor saving me from a situation, so I purposely bumped onto you that day.”
“That day.” Kyuhyun murmured.
“I’ve calculated the odds of us breaking up, getting married and have kids, not getting married but cohabiting, you leaving my side, someone being an idiot trying to snatch you away from me, and me leaving you. And the results were unexpectedly good.” Kyuhyun listed out with his fingers with all the possible scenarios he has imagined. Yesung was thinking this boyfriend of his was trying to joke around lacking the sense of seriousness in his tone. “Kyu…” Yesung’s voice faltered.
Kyuhyun held his thumb upright, hands clenching into a fist. He hugged Yesung tighter with another hand possessively.
“The odds for someone trying to steal you from me, 9.19%. Cos’ I’ll slaughter whoever that tries to lay a finger on you.” Kyuhyun gave a kiss on Yesung who was giggling at what he was saying. “The chances that we are staying status quo is 20.18%, but since I want you to be Mr Cho, the probability would most likely drop to a near zero.” Yesung pinched Kyuhyun’s cheeks and his lips were lifting up so high in sheer happiness.
“Who wants to be Mr Cho? Who? I know of no one! I thought someone might want to be Mr Kim instead.” The underlying meaning of Yesung’s words was a clear consent that he knew exactly who Kyuhyun was referring to. His mind was spinning in a whirl of sweetness and he was surprised to know how cheesy his boyfriend could get.
Kyuhyun grinned as he proceed further in explaining, which in his mind that would lead to a proposal.
“As I know you will stay by my side because you love me wayyyy too much, I can easily reject the idea of me leaving you.” Kyuhyun raised his cheeks and he captured Yesung’s lips with his, sealing his love for his.
“ Most of all, I have a biggest hunch that we will stay together forever, 100%.”
---Finished---
I hope this doesn't disappoints you.
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Author: heartl0ck
Title: It's Simply Love, call it Fate.
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, Drama, AU, Fantasy
Pairings: Kyusung, (very very very tiny implied pairings)
Notes: FML. This is a birthday fic for myself and all November babies. This is completely a crazy, out of the world fic that contains superhuman abilities like able to predict future and someone who has a strong sense to save people. 7078w. I tried, not to go out of control. I'm not mad btw. ):
Summary: Yesung is a doctor who saves lives, pretty much compatible to his identity as being a Healer whose ability is to sense strongly for someone who is in need of medical help, basically saving people. Kyuhyun is a journalist who writes about his forecasts of certain matters using his keen sense to calculate its probability, chances, or so whatever you calls.
One day Yesung picks up a Judger who changed his life forever.
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~~~The azure blue sky was decorated with a platter of soaring clouds and the hot breezy wind was blowing across the sparkly water where Yesung decided to camp over for his lunch over at the riverside bay. He narrowed his eyes to gaze towards the expanse of the long river that ran fluidly from the north, absentmindedly taking a bite from his warm sandwich he has bought it in a convenient store nearby.
The river was silvery blue, glittering with the sunlight reflecting on its surface. It was tad too bright to blind its audience but Yesung didn’t mind its shininess. He chewed the soft bread steadily in his mouth, until it was soft and mashed, mashed enough to be swallowed down his hungry throat. Smoothly, he grabbed the opened mineral water bottle and drank a big gulp of it.
Yesung was so starved, because it was 2.30PM in the day and he had performed a skin-grafting surgical operation that spanned for a good 4 hours during the morning. The huge energy-draining activity caused his stomach growled like an empty hungry bin. Before that, he was deployed to be on duty for the night as the in-house surgeon and in charge of doing the rounds. He hardly even had time to eat by running all over the hospital the whole 32 hours since yesterday.
What’s Time? He nearly forgotten there’s such a thing existed.
To say he was tired, perhaps the better word was fatigue which Yesung deeply felt after each operation. The weariness ran through his mind and body caused him to recall and cringe at how unpredictable events could happen to humans. How they adversely affect its victims when a disaster or some sort of that strikes.
4 hours of skin slicing and re-patching the grafted skins of a patient who has suffered recently from a 4th degree burns in a mass fire, Yesung thought he could take things well and cool. At the very least, he tried to convince himself that he wouldn’t feel the sharp piercing pain his patient was going through, and how his wounds actually started to get inflamed with yellowy pus gathering around the infected areas.
This was one of the reasons that forced him to host the operation 10 hours earlier with prior to what they have agreed, and any delay could cost one of the man’s precious legs. Yesung dreaded of such situations the most.
~~~During and after the post operation, he assessed the patient with the ample dosage of anesthetic flowing through the body to make its muscles to loss the responsiveness, and morphine drugged down the IV drip to alleviate his pain should he regains consciousness, so he would not feel the hurting pain when he moves about.
Even without moving, the burning pain would definitely persist in haunting his nerves with deep scorching feeling. The itchiness he couldn’t scratch it off, the dwelling sensations on the wounds would tend to make things difficult for him to handle, besides the pain of course.
Not to even mention the psychological tortures if he comes to face with his scarred face and body, perhaps watching a brand new self is a plain living hell.
This particular patient’s first treatment was so to speak successfully done after planting the healthy skins onto the wounded scars. He was showing signs of recovery with the new cells generating and replicating to heal the burns. Looking at the medical point of view, he could safely proceed to the next stage of treatment.
~~~Finishing his late lunch which the clock already has crept to the hour of 1500, Yesung shut his eyes and decided to take a short meditating nap. He distinctively listened to the warm air blowing across his cheeks, and the body of the river which glittered its way down the bank, as if when it sparkles, it sings.
He enjoyed his fair skin basking under the scorching hot sun and he would never find it as a torture by its brilliant heat and rays. In fact the only time he would take in the Sun and the day are during his lunch breaks, when he is able to grab some time in not finding himself standing in the middle of a cold chilling operation theater or the white washed wardrooms with many of the sick lying on the monotonous-looking beds that smelled like nothing else but sanitizers and Dettols.
Even he too, found his body and breaths reeking with the disinfectant alcohols and the nasty bleach smell stained on his holy white robe. The robe would honours him being the grand doctor status - the healing hands, and someone whose mission is to save live.
What a joke it is as some of the times he has to grant euthanasia occasionally when the patient clings onto their pain with the full-aids of machines and drugs. Think it of another way, a brighter side perhaps that, leaving might be of a good cause.
Till the Time comes and takes the pain away.
~~~Yesung thought he heard something squeaked from a far side across the soulless concrete path, where one could visibly sees the heat rises from the solid ground. It was hot enough to fry an egg. He stood up and cautiously, at least being precautious to approach the sound originating from an obscure corner.
The area was littered with many card boxes; there were damped ones, dry ones and semi-wet pieces sticking onto the hard ground. Immediately, Yesung realised it was probably a clutter area where a bunch of homeless loners reside.
Perhaps he was just overly reacting on his unique sense of hearing and intuitions; he could see no one appearing in the area except the thin pieces of raw old newspapers fluttering in circles as the wind flew by and greeted the corner. As he turned to his left, Yesung was slightly shocked by a man limply plopped down to his side. He was strangely hugging his stomach too tightly. Without delay, the doctor instinctively rushed to his aid.
Yesung placed two fingers on the man’s neck and determined the pulses beating on his jugular. Kneeing down, he laid the man on his lap to do some quick check. Yesung’s palm kneaded on the man’s abdomen and he felt a lump under his palpations. The doctor briefly saw his left eye twitched in pain when he again applied a small pressure at the hidden lump, affirming his mental inferences that triggered him to make fast decisions.
“Hey Sir.” Yesung gently slapped the barely-conscious man’s face to get his attention. He groaned in a deep painful mourn before wrapping his stomach with his hands again. His face was losing its blood to pale-white and large sweat beads broke out on his forehead stressing the dull pain acting in his body. The calmed doctor gave the man another light slap before flipping out his phone to call for help.
~~~The distinct horns and rings of a hospital ambulance drove past the bustling streets with the prompting rush to reach the patient’s help as fast as possible. Thank god the vehicles on the road gladly moved aside to accommodate with the motion.
“Is Yesung picking up a tramp this time again?” Kibum commented in a mocking way but no offence meant in his tone, his hands zipping up the red first aid kit on his lap then reopened it to double-check the necessary items were clearly pocketed inside.
Glaring at Kibum, Eunhyuk spoke up for his most respected idol in his heart and gave the man a kick on his foot. “Yesung is being too soft, and he just happens to meet another patient who is in need of his medical aid. You can’t deny he’s always so kind-hearted to everyone under the sky-” His sentence was cut off abruptly by Kibum who gave him a hit on his shoulder. “Of course I know how caring Yesung is, but at the rate he picks up patients on the street is way too frequent and rare, don’t you think so?”
The vehicle suddenly gave a sharp turn across the junction and startled the passengers with a shock. “Shindong!” Both men yelped together in harmony to voice out their alarm. “I’m sorry! The traffic lights were going against me.” Chuckling, Shindong effectively brought ease to Kibum and Eunhyuk who were trying to catch their steadiness aftermath.
“You’re not quite wrong, Kibum. This is the 5th time Yesung gave us his pressing call in the month, and it’s no way I can meet with people who needs hospital so easily.” Shindong gave the paramedics his piece of words before resting his hands on the shift knob to stop the car.
Knowing they have reached the destination, Eunhyuk flung open the white large door and jump down with the first-aid kit on his hands. Kibum followed shortly after his fellow colleague to find Yesung’s location, while Shindong turned off the engine to leave his ambulance alone.
Yesung shook the man’s shoulder in attempt to wake the man up again. He leaned down to place his ears as near to the man’s mouth, hearing him gasping for heavy breathes. The sounds of rushing footsteps resounded behind him caused the doctor to turn and look, at last Yesung’s heart felt a sense of relief.
He will be alright. He will.
~~~Penning down his new patient’s status onto the empty medical chart, Yesung put the clipped board on the bed’s table and moved nearer to the sleeping man. He visually observed the man’s slowed and calmed exchange of breathings with the fresh air spraying from the purifier attached on the wall next to his head.
The man looked very peaceful, pretty much different from yesterday when Yesung first saw the man falling apart with the expression of trying to bear with the pain snipping in the hell out of him.
He has a patch of short spiky stub grown on his chin and the underside, dark-brown hair being a little messily combed to the left but overall he still looked cool. Even without words, Yesung could feel the peaceful aura exuding out from this man, looking totally like an angel. Before he could extend his hand to feel his cheeks, the room’s door clicked.
Another doctor came in to the serene-looking ward with black spectacles rested on the bride of his nose. Pushing it further up, Yesung turned around to acknowledge his presence, but was slightly surprised when he saw the person was none other than his longest-known friend.
“Do you know that you have almost revealed yourself?” Leeteuk rested his palm on Yesung’s shoulder as an indication to pressurize his power. “Yes I know. But I couldn’t help but to save him. It’s my instinct, it’s my mission, and it’s my life.” Yesung stated in a resignation tone, which never fails to remind him and Leeteuk for the most familiar phrase he has ever said.
He shut his eyes, calming down his uncontrolled heart because he deeply knew he was right, darn right. He tried telling himself that saving people is his life, saving people is a holy duty to carry out and saving a lot of people might attract unwanted attention.
“I’m sorry.” Leeteuk spoke, breaking the silence in the air besides the regular beeping of the machines and calm breathing of theirs in the room. Yesung turned around to face him and gave him a hug, “I’m sorry, it’s my fault. Not yours, and never yours.” He whispered out softly, letting himself sinking into the warmth hug. Leeteuk gave his light pats on his back to reassure his with his support.
Leaving the room, the man slightly stirred and came around.
~~~Beep. Beep. Beep.
Yesung quickly reacted to the message blinking on the pager’s screen that was an urgent call to deploy him down to the Intensive Care Unit at the East wing of the hospital. He ran as fast as possible to meet up with Dr Han at the atrium that adjoins with the West wing. His heart strummed tightly every second.
“Hankyung!” The doctor shouted out to greet his fellow colleague and the both of them immediately ran together without delaying.
“The patient from ward 5D is in grave condition because his wounds have been inflamed again. The grafting has obviously shown of no use to heal his injuries and I would like to propose…” Hankyung spoke in a hard tone he would normally use to express his opinions towards the patients, knowing that soft approaches were not the ways to keep up their intensive work in giving the utmost medical care.
Hankyung was glad to have Yesung as one of the people he loved to work with because he had never failed to provide the best options in saving his patients, and he often listened to other’s suggestions which to the man, was the right attitude to work with people.
A frantic nurse rushed to their side and shoved them the most recent report he has captured from the various cardiac tests performed on the particular patient.
“What’s his current condition?” Hankyung sharply asked as his boyfriend Ryeowook, the in-house nurse spilled the readings from his previous observations on the patient before he came out to fetch the doctors in.
Walking into the ward and storming towards the bed, Yesung stood by the side to take a closer clearer look at the infected wounds. He carefully removed the awfully stained gauze from his lower thigh and revealed a deep rotting clot of pus and blood. The patch of skin he had implanted during the operation was unfortunately rejected and detached from the area thus exposing the flesh.
His mind stopped functioning for a second.
“We need to perform amputation. Wook, please inform his family about it immediately and we will send him to the operation right after we have obtain their consent.” Hankyung dispatched the ward’s nurse and he fleeted out of the room quickly to his working counter for the preparatory work. Yesung flipped his head to stare hard at his co-worker, shock written clearly all over his face.
The two doctors shortly left the room to the counter and began to fill in tons of declaration forms and medical clearance sheets. Hankyung went through the medical history of the patient once again to deduce the right dosage of anesthetic to be used for the operation, and Yesung did was filling up the forms and getting wary at the panic look of Ryeowook in trying to explain to the patient’s family members. He was all flustered in attempting to convey the urgency of their acknowledgement to the patient’s condition, eyes filled with loss and helplessness.
Grabbing over the dirt-free office phone to his ears, Yesung stuck a hand up to hush Ryeowook in silence, instructing him to keep in silence for he was taking over the nurse’s role. Hankyung was slightly shocked at the doctor’s action but he soon faced with his true intentions in great understanding.
The doctor began to wash his words through the static line calmly yet firmly to the family member, who was being anguished with the downturn of the patient’s condition. However they had to receive the idea straight, that an operation was definitely necessary in order to keep the man’s life.
“We will try our best to save your husband, Mrs Im. I’ll see you later in the hospital, thank you.” and the line went dull with the flat hung up tone. Yesung heaved a sigh of relief and he raised his head up above the counter, a smile was welcoming right before his face.
“You can be a negotiator if you aren’t a doctor.” Hankyung waved a thumb up to show his praise for the doctor, Yesung gave a light laugh in return.
~~~Yesung strikingly stared at the dripping black coffee down the hidden funnel in the giant drink dispenser. Recalling how this afternoon the operation has took away that patient’s leg had caused his heart to sink so much. His every thread of eyebrows were knitted together upon his great depression.
“It’s ready.” A voice bloomed from his back and he snapped out of his trance. Yesung gracefully bent down to draw out the hot cup and moved away from the machine. His mind was quite hazed with worries so he didn't bother much about his surroundings.
The man was draping a white pajama that decorated with light blue stripes, shaking out a small handful of coins pocketed inside his palm and dropped one big circular silver coin into the slot. He momentarily waited for the array of drinks to light up and his finger squeezed the same button Yesung had pressed for his drink.
Black coffee. And he didn’t order the sugar and creamer for his cup.
By the time he could turn to look around, there was no one in sight of the cold empty corridor. He shrugged and walked away to the garden right outside the quiet building, one hand clutching onto his constricted stomach.
Taking a seat in the pavilion wrapped with those clingy plants spiraling on the pillars, the man hitched a breath when he sat down too fast. He had forgotten that he went through an appendectomy operation two days ago. And the dawn was breaking at any moment.
The dark sky segued into a mixture cerulean and Prussian blue with many floating clouds hanging across the vast stretch. He wasn’t feeling sleepy anymore for he had slept throughout the evening. It has been two days he had admitted to the hospital and he wanted to recall who exactly had picked him up when he was suffering from the pain attack.
A face flashed past his mind.
The coffee placed on the bench was lifted up to a pair of lips and it was tilted by the man to drink its content. Before he could taste that one sip, a voice softly spoke behind and that figure came into his sight.
“You should drink milo instead of coffee. It’s bad for your stomach after the operation.” Yesung held out a cup of warm chocolate-brown drink to the man and he took the seat beside him.
He brought the cup to his lips and politely took a mouthful of it. “How did you know?” The man blew the chilly morning air into chocolate drink and hot steam vaporized. Patience was wearing him out and brought him to look at the doctor again, trying to structure a sentence.
“Thanks for the milo anyway,” and the silence fell back to its place again.
Yesung rested himself beside the man and peacefully enjoyed the tranquility shared in the air. He was worn out from the tiredness and stress that were torturing his unsettled mind. Barely musing out a note out of his voice, Yesung found himself coping with his mind and being unable to open his mouth to properly reply his patient. Silent persisted to linger in the air.
The dawn breeze touched his cheeks in a smooth gentle way that strangely unnerved his feelings. Even better, the man wasn’t pestering him for any answers with an endless talking of argumentations. It was as though he knew exactly when to speak and when to maintain the mutual silence.
After a while, the Sun rose into the horizon that shone a hue of brilliant orange to the sky. The stopwatch clicked and beeped repetitively in reporting the current time, Yesung fluttered his eyes open and brought him to fully awake as the day slowly slipped in. He silenced his watch in a fast motion raised his attention to the patient who was still sitting beside him, quietly.
“Thanks for saving me.” He spoke. The man held his hand out and lit up a smile on his face. “Kyuhyun,” He introduced with a light tone with his hand still stretched out to Yesung. The doctor was a little taken aback in the sudden change and shook his head briefly.
“Dr Kim, Kim Yesung.” Yesung paused, “You just had your operation and you shouldn’t be walking around. Most importantly, you should be in your bed now.” Yesung took over his hand and gestured the handshake with him.
Kyuhyun gently touched his stomach where a slight bulge could be seen hiding behind his shirt. His hand rubbed in circles above his wound like he was trying to beckon the pain to go away with a magical action, but that didn’t work of course.
The hand tried to keep up with the messaging and he was being too carried away that his eyes winced painfully when he unconsciously kneaded tad too hard on the gauze bandage wrapped against his stitched wound. “Stupid pain, guess I need a good 3 days to recuperate from it.”
Judging from his injury and the rate he was healing, Kyuhyun doubted if he could report to work for the rest of the week. He promptly drew out his mobile phone from the shallow chest pocket and flipped it open. The screen swiftly lit up in the sensor being activated, and he roughly drafted out a short message on the invisible lines then he clicked ‘send’ promptly afterwards.
The message went, “Heechul, I’m in a hospital now. Give me 3 days for the articles to be ready.”
~~~The airy atmosphere and the green plants scattered around the garden were filled with a thick musk of dew and humidity. Morning dews were blooming on the surfaces of leaves and flower petals which brought out the natural beauty of the garden, the full vibrancy radiated out from the compliments of the garden and the aurora glaring out from the end of the sky.
Yesung always loved the musky morning and this was one of the reasons he chose to stay in the garden. Rather, he was neglecting the fact that Kyuhyun was right beside his and admiring his with an intrigued look.
The time slowly crept past and still no words spilled between the lingering silences occupying in the warm air. Kyuhyun was trying hard to examine the doctor with his bare eyes that strongly etched onto his light, fair cheeks. Many different things appeared in his mind and he couldn’t find the right word to tell, he couldn’t read his mind, couldn’t foretell anything. He cursed.
Yesung felt the strangling silence and he pondered to leave the hospital. He should have knocked off from the work right after the operation performed on the burn-patient. It’s not like his to loiter in the hospital grounds when he has already cleared his duties.
In fact today, he has been granted an off day. But the operation has lasted over the night and he thought if he could just as well stay to witness the Sunrise once again. It is an untold habit of hs since all these years.
Suddenly, Kyuhyun had raw flashes of a serious car accident with a familiar face of Yesung struck in between his memory. Coupling his images were a few flickering recollections of a car flipping over until it was ultimately wrecked. At the moment, he cringed at that thought.
“Don’t!” His sudden scream captured Yesung’s attention. “Don’t! Don’t drive to the orphanage.” Kyuhyun muttered when he saw Yesung giving him doubtful looks. “Why? How did you know I going to drive?” Yesung asked incredulously. More to his surprised and pure shock, how did he know that he was planning to head to the orphanage? Yesung’s heart was weighing heavier when he realized he wasn’t a simpleton.
Kyuhyun was flustered at the accusation of his sudden break of the news. He was in a precarious state in revealing his hidden identity as someone who could read and project the future in his mind. A judger, what they are commonly named as.
He could predict and calculate the possibility of an incident to happen by sensing what’s going to be most likely happened, however there is no guarantee to his foretells, better referred as a near-precise speculations. Should he reveal himself, or deny everything all the way? “Just, stay clear out of the road as much as possible.” He muttered softly.
Retrieving the facts imprinted in his lost mind, Yesung finally spotted what this Kyuhyun was exactly and he was strangely relieved against the fact. Secrets at this point could be kept safely, so no harm done. Nevertheless he has given some trust to take his words, warnings are better to be heeded than sorry.
When nothing is to be told, everything will turn out to be fine.
“Ok, I’ll be fine. I’ll take a cab then.” Yesung informed Kyuhyun before leaving him alone in the pavilion. The dumbstruck man was pretty much pondering why he wasn’t making a fuss out his abruptness and according to his previous bad experiences, any normal human would curse him and usually get very annoyed by his negative words.
Yesung was different, so probably he was insane or he was just plain bizarre, as Kyuhyun marked this doctor deep in his mind.
~~~Yesung picked up his keys and prepared to drive out of the basement car park below his apartment. He had loaded bags and boxes full of toys, food necessities and daily essentials into the car’s boot and the rear seats. It was considered as rare for his to set aside half a day at least to visit the orphanage in the rural town.
The sun was shining ultra brightly above the roof of the car and a sudden loud bang popped against his driver’s window scared the living crap out of him. He wound down the semi-opaque side window blinded by the car shade quickly in reacting with the constant knocking. A face was squishing itself into a mess of worry and nervousness, Yesung thought he might have actually met with a ghost appearing in the broad daylight.
“Didn’t I tell you not to take a car?!” The voice burst into the car as soon as the window descended into the window-gap, a firm commanding tone grasped on the hinted words which freaked the hell out of the driver. “Kyuhyun?!” Yesung yelled in shocked.
“How the hell you get out of the hospital?” Yesung was hyperventilating at the shock going through his mind, especially it was some stranger, no his newly-admitted patient, who hit his car window and appearing out from nowhere right at his house. If he bears to curse his patients, he would do that right at this moment. Fuck.
That’s just ain’t right for once.
Yesung unlatched the door to open and support the falling Kyuhyun as sharp unbearable pain washed over him for a split second. The painkiller unfortunately has worn off its effect from the body. He expertly dragged the limping man towards the front passenger seat and dropped him off gently because after all, this man was his patient.
Examining his 1.5cm wide wound that has seemed to be bleeding as the stitches has tear a little, just a little is enough to cause a swelling pain at the area. Kyuhyun groaned.
The doctor smoothly flipped the dashboard’s storage box open and revealed a mini first-aid kit. He slit away the bandage after wrapping it at Kyuhyun’s abdomen where the scar was marked distinctively at, replacing the wound with a fresh medicated gauze that would temporarily disinfect the area before it gets inflamed. The small pile of used dressing was thrown away by Yesung in the nearest bin to his car.
“Let me get you back to the hospital now. Where on Earth there’s patient like you running around just to warn someone there’s trouble and all?” Yesung commented while getting ready to drive the car out of the porch, hitting the direction towards the hospital.
“Wait, no, you’re getting late to the orphanage, aren’t you? Let’s go there straight. And I’ll promise to let you send me back to the hospital after your business is done.” A shaky cold hand was stretched and put on top of Yesung’s at the shift knob, startling the driver to trigger a sudden brake. “Deal?” Kyuhyun continued and Yesung glared at him incredulously.
Yesung swiped his fringe to the side with a hidden motive of uncertainty grinding in his mind. How is this judger so different from other he has previously met before? He was surely knotty and annoying.
“And… Didn’t I tell you to take a cab or something?” Kyuhyun repeated this a 2nd time and he was feeling the helplessness in unable to instill the hidden truth down to the doctor and it looked like he didn’t seemed to believe in his words. Yesung sighed as he turned to face his passenger, using his finger pointing at the back of the car. The piles of bags and cartons were a great proof to tell him that he wasn’t so convenient to take cab.
“You get it?” He spoke in a resignation tone.
Kyuhyun weighed his options mentally. He forced himself to confront the future that something bad might have happened if he insists in driving his way to the destination. The determined face of Yesung made Kyuhyun thought twice, thrice, before jumping into a decision of him joining his all the way to the less populated side of the town, where the orphanage resides.
“It sucks to be a Judger, damn.” Kyuhyun inwardly cursed at himself.
Being a judger always never fails to put up the image of “Protector”, because he is always anxious over his object of foretelling, especially he’s facing one the worse situation he has ever presaged before.
On top of everything, he was supposed to rest and get himself recovering from his condition, maybe spending the time to do his articles was any wiser than running about. Heechul is pretty much fearsome if Kyuhyun doesn’t hand in his assignments before the due date comes.
“What kind of patient are you?” Yesung sighed as he embarked on his short journey.
~~~Under Kyuhyun’s strict but safe navigations, Yesung drove to his destination smoothly without any glitches. Although his patience was way to nagging at his ears, the doctor was able to handle him well enough.
As they reached the orphanage with much anticipation of the children gathering at the porch, Yesung finally rest his car and flew out within seconds to stretch his hands symbolizing a big loving hug. He kissed every child on their forehead and whispered many missings at their ears as they queued in a uniform line.
The bunch of orphans screamed and giggled as their mood lightened up when seeing their favourite brother has came to pay them the regular visit. Sending the children to the backyard, Yesung instructed the workers to stall the children before he unload the carton of boxes for the distribution with the help of the others. The neglected Kyuhyun who was still sitting at his seat looking blankly at the purpose of his presence, he slowly slid out of the car and staggered to the boot.
“Anything I can do?” Kyuhyun laid his hands on a box as he asked sincerely. He wasn't planning on being some useless fag accompanying his doctor supervising his trip. He had wanted to help.
Yesung stared incredulously at the patient who was still clutching onto his freshly-wrapped wound and gave him a light pat on the shoulder, he didn’t know if he should laugh or should get angry over him because somehow, he was absurdly cute.
“I just need you to entertain the children later, Mr Patient.”
~~~For some moments, Yesung witnessed how Kyuhyun acted like a child who he needed some coaxing and mollifying when the kids managed to win him in some racing games. The kids would glomp the man and hush him as he whine innocently, as if no one could resist his charms.
The way he pouted lightly as a kid accidentally spanked on his thighs, lying on the grassland feigning pain when Joohee - the girl who has the longest hair of all poked on his waist. He never failed to bring a brief but attractive smile on Yesung’s face. It has been some time since he had laughed so happily, care-freely.
As the children were attracted to Kyuhyun like a gigantic walking magnet wherever he went, Yesung felt something different for him. He has to admit that he was all along by himself to pay visits to the orphanage that grew and nurtured him. This time was definitely special.
~~~Yesung handled a box of lunchbox to Kyuhyun who was obviously hungry after spending his energy playing actively with the cheerful bunch of children. The children sat as close to them, giggling whenever Kyuhyun puts a mouthful of rice into his wide-stretched mouth. They too, mimicked every single action and if Kyuhyun left a grain of rice on his lips, the children would rush to attach one tiny-but-similar-looking rice grain on their mouths. A boisterous chain of laughter would then follow after every chews and bites.
Sometimes, his wound joined in the fun, only to express itself in a slightly different way. Kyuhyun would hug his stomach and muffled his pain with laughs.
Joy, and plain happiness were written clearly on his face, so as Yesung.
~~~Dragging himself out of the crowd of children who were fighting with each other to give the newly-made big brother their suffocating hugs, Kyuhyun tried to contain his sobs and sadness. The unwillingness was tying onto his voice making him unable to bid a tough goodbye. The children made his day, and he made a memorable day for every child.
Similar to this afternoon, Yesung gave everyone a loving kiss and waved a long goodbye to them. His memories drew back to the last time when he was a kid during a starless night. The forlornness spelling in his mind was a painful separation as he stood silently at the porch watching his mum’s back blending into the quiet surrounding, forever leaving him to fend for himself.
Therefore as he grew up, he made a promise to shower his little sisters and brothers with love and needs, letting them to feel that there is always someone who really cares for them.
~~~“Why did you choose to come with me in the first place?” Yesung asked while winding his car through the dark road. Kyuhyun was playing with his bandage and smiling to himself, so he didn’t hear what exactly did his doctor said. He continued fiddling with the strings that came undone at the end.
“Mr Cho?” Yesung prompted.
“Oh, that… I’m here to protect you.” Kyuhyun voice was deep, etching, and composed.
“You? Do you have what it takes?” The reply was straightforward and Kyuhyun probably expected Yesung to know who he was.
“I hardly fail. But you aren’t simple too, right?” Kyuhyun probed. His head fell backward and let the soft melody of the player washed through his listening ears.
“I’m… You’re a Judger, I know.” The voice fell as Yesung realised he was driving into the main gate of the hospital. He parked at the outdoor and supported his patient all the way back to his ward.
Before Yesung left the room, Kyuhyun grabbed his hands.
“I know. I know. You’re a Healer.”
~~~On the day Kyuhyun was discharged from the hospital, the first thing he predicted the probability he’d meet Yesung at the foyer next to the atrium. Not too high, but definitely a chance. 65.9%?
He flung his backpack on his shoulder and dashed out of the ward, hands holding his phone where Heechul was screaming his head off over the line. Kyuhyun couldn’t be bothered less.
“Just hold on for a second, bitch.”
Trying to explain how he tried working his ass off for the past four days, rushing off the articles Heechul had demanded. At times, working under this bossy supervisor couldn’t really cut him some slack.
“Stop chasing after your so called works of fate. I don’t believe in that shit.” Heechul complaint in Kyuhyun’s ears and his words were plainly irritating him. “It’s not shit okay, if it wasn’t because of me, you wouldn’t be ending up with Donghae.” The footsteps and pants mixing with his choppy voice mashed along with the static of the phone.
Before he lost the line with a click on the button, Kyuhyun barely made up Heechul’s last sentence that triggered him to hang up.
“Just go for it then, asshole.”
~~~Yesung was once again chewing on his sandwich and drinking the bottle of water he bought from the same convenient store. Taking his break at the same riverside enjoying the breeze and sparkling river, the doctor kept thinking about his last visit.
“A clover leaf?”Yesung blinked at the thin piece of greenish living thing resting in the middle of his palm. “Kyuhyun Oppa.” Johee cutely whispered out a name which surprised Yesung in return. She smiled and held her both hands to her back, quickly running away to join with the rest.
What could a piece of clover leaf represent?
Yesung loved collecting clover leaves but the meaning behind Johee giving him the leaf almost sent his mind to strange bewilderments. Yesung was totally unable to decipher the gist of it.
A palm out of nowhere was outstretched to Yesung. Turning to his side, he was less surprised to see the hand belonged to Kyuhyun, almost spot on. The familiar object lying in his palm was an exact replica to what he received from Johee. A clover 4- leaf.
“Finally discharged?” Yesung tried to contain the weird feelings rumbling in his heart, diverting himself to some other topic. “Today.” Kyuhyun sat besides him, enjoying the Sun bathing them in the rays of warmth.
“You have one too, right? Johee that sweet girl gave it to me.” He shook his head and smiled a dopey smile. Kyuhyun put his backpack down onto the concrete ground and surveyed the area.
“That, do you know what it means?” Kyuhyun softly picked up the leaf with the tip of his finger. He released it when he grabbed Yesung’s hand and spread them open, putting it in right in his palm. “It means...” Kyuhyun leaned near to Yesung in an extremely closed distance, eyes fixed aligned in a beautiful, unspeakable way.
“Will you be mine?”
~~~Two years later.
Yesung was as usual running around the Emergency Room attending to the needs of the patients that came streaming in when a serious huge car accident happened, involving 5 cars, 1 mini-van and 1 public bus to collide. The lives struggling for a glimpse hope of survival caused Yesung to be doubly determined to lead them away from the brink of death.
Eunhyuk and Kibum were rushing to push the stretchers out of their ambulance to reel the newly-arrived victims to seek for the appropriate medical aids. Nearly half of the in-patient doctors were deployed and Yesung was slightly relived that he was able to pump such manpower to the crisis was purely from the help of Kyuhyun.
~~~“Am I a good 100 /100 marks boyfriend?” Kyuhyun hugged Yesung from his back and nuzzled at the crook of his neck. He gave a light kiss on his cheek and shortly planted another. “What 100 marks boyfriend? You are only, 90 marks.” Yesung turned around and laid his back on the balcony, hands wrapped around Kyuhyun’s waist and his words baffled his boyfriend a lot.
“I informed you about the incident so you could make preparations to provide the ample equipments and medical aids, why am I not your perfect boyfriend?” Kyuhyun pouted and wanted to steal another kiss from Yesung, this time on his lips. “Umm!” Yesung squealed before pushing the man away.
“I love you.” Kyuhyun swore with his heart and sincerity, he was still yearning for the satisfactory answer from his girlfriend. “Okay, that will make you a 101-perfect boyfriend.” Yesung placed a deep kiss between the contacts of their lips, wishing the time would just stay forever like this.
~~~
Kyuhyun and Yesung were sitting on the couch at a position where smooth moonlight shining silkily onto their figures.
“Kyu baby, have you ever pictured our future with your unique abilities before?” The words came falling out of Yesung’s lips and he was tugging his hands playfully. “Our future, baby?” Kyuhyun whispered.
“It all started when I foreseen a handsome doctor saving me from a situation, so I purposely bumped onto you that day.”
“That day.” Kyuhyun murmured.
“I’ve calculated the odds of us breaking up, getting married and have kids, not getting married but cohabiting, you leaving my side, someone being an idiot trying to snatch you away from me, and me leaving you. And the results were unexpectedly good.” Kyuhyun listed out with his fingers with all the possible scenarios he has imagined. Yesung was thinking this boyfriend of his was trying to joke around lacking the sense of seriousness in his tone. “Kyu…” Yesung’s voice faltered.
Kyuhyun held his thumb upright, hands clenching into a fist. He hugged Yesung tighter with another hand possessively.
“The odds for someone trying to steal you from me, 9.19%. Cos’ I’ll slaughter whoever that tries to lay a finger on you.” Kyuhyun gave a kiss on Yesung who was giggling at what he was saying. “The chances that we are staying status quo is 20.18%, but since I want you to be Mr Cho, the probability would most likely drop to a near zero.” Yesung pinched Kyuhyun’s cheeks and his lips were lifting up so high in sheer happiness.
“Who wants to be Mr Cho? Who? I know of no one! I thought someone might want to be Mr Kim instead.” The underlying meaning of Yesung’s words was a clear consent that he knew exactly who Kyuhyun was referring to. His mind was spinning in a whirl of sweetness and he was surprised to know how cheesy his boyfriend could get.
Kyuhyun grinned as he proceed further in explaining, which in his mind that would lead to a proposal.
“As I know you will stay by my side because you love me wayyyy too much, I can easily reject the idea of me leaving you.” Kyuhyun raised his cheeks and he captured Yesung’s lips with his, sealing his love for his.
“ Most of all, I have a biggest hunch that we will stay together forever, 100%.”
---Finished---