Violence
Title: Violence
Rating: Swearing, along with situations which pertain to the obvious title ^^; (T/PG-13)
Type/Genre: I guess you could call it a short story, a little over 1,000 words. I wrote it for the Kangin's return project. I have almost all required 6 finished, and they are pretty short. They can all fit together in succession, but can also be read by themselves. I've been putting more energy into my long running fics. ^^; Sorry!
Pairing: Kangin and Heechul
Summary: Kangin's returned! What kind of sentiments and situations await him?
Notes: Italics indicate thoughts.
All Kangin could think about when he woke up in the 12th floor Super Junior dorm, was taking a hard right into Heechul's face. He couldn't stand the fact that he was being replaced with the funny, witty diva. Why was he better? What did he do for Leeteuk that Kangin couldn't provide?
“Making Jungsu stressed again, just like always.” That's what Heechul had said to him. That evil, feminine son of a bitch. Kangin, shaking off his sleepy demeanor rose to his feet, taking slow strides over to the tall, thin man.
“Sorry, didn't hear you. What did you say?” Kangin questioned Heechul bitterly.
“Nothing. Sorry to wake you.”
“Oh, you're gonna be the one that's sorry, you deceitful, pretentious bastard.”
Heechul looked confused as he was thrown against the wall, the vertebrae in his spine cracking in pain. Wincing, he watched as Kangin approached him at a progressing speed, raising his fist closer to Heechul's face. Heechul used all of his upper body strength to push him backward against the wall.
“Have you gotten even worse than you used to be, Youngwoon?” Heechul hissed with a dark smirk.
“Shut up,” Kangin whispered in response. “SHUT THE HELL UP!”
His knuckles made forceful contact with Heechul's beautiful face, socking him straight in the nose. Both yelled, Heechul in agony as his nose broke, and Kangin with a scream of unadulterated of adrenaline. Blood spurted from Heechul's nose all over the wall behind him, white now splashed with a bright scarlet.
“DAMN IT YOUNGWOON!” Heechul was crouched against the wall, holding his nose, hand covered in blood.
“What happened? Why do you two feel the need to scream on the first-”
As soon as Leeteuk walked into the room, Kangin looked at the floor in shame, Heechul stared at his leader's pale face, insinuating what Kangin had done.
“Youngwoon, weren't you just telling me that you didn't want me to be disappointed in you anymore?” Leeteuk's voice was thick with strife, but he didn't cry.
“I'm sorry,” Kangin was crying now. “God damn it, I'm so sorry- Heechul, Jungsu... I didn't mean to...”
Leeteuk was crying now, with Heechul grumbling and running into the bathroom to fix his nose.
“Youngwoon, I thought you wanted to be a better person. I thought you wanted to redeem yourself. Why the hell would you punch him?!” Leeteuk screamed through tears. “Are you that jealous? Why can you never control yourself? Why do you always have to hurt me?” Leeteuk's last sentence trailed off, but Kangin still heard him. Pulling his hand back, he struck Leeteuk as hard as he could, and he fell to the floor, lips bloody. The auburn haired man simply stared at him in horror, tears spattered against the surface of his skin.
“Damn it, Youngwoon, why? What the hell?”
“What the hell?”
“What the hell?”
“What the hell?”
“What the hell?”
Those words echoed through Kangin's already muggy brain, misting up his thoughts with sad extremes of his past tendencies. A gasp shuddered through him as he ran clammy fingers through his hair, dampened with sweat. Pants escaped his lips, as he realized it was just a nightmare spawned from the dark recesses of his mind, a cold place where each good memory became ensnared with a terribly bitter pessimism. What a great way to start his first night out of the army.
“Youngwoon! We're having breakfast!” Leeteuk's melodic voice sounded loud from the kitchen, causing Kangin to recoil at the realization of the intrusive noise.
“Youngwoon, it's time for-” Leeteuk paused as he saw Kangin, slightly hunched forward, arms hugging his own disheveled body. “What's wrong?”
“Horrible nightmare. Absolutely, utterly horrible.” Kangin trembled, cursing himself for getting emotional over such an illogical thing. Leeteuk sat on the bed next to him, smoothing down the rumpled comforter and sheets. It looked like he had been tossing and turning all night after seeing the state of his blankets.
“It's okay. I know that sometimes the scariest nightmares of all can be the most realistic, something that could take place in any given day, or time.”
“You don't understand.” Kangin rubbed his forehead in frustration. “It wasn't anything typical of me- I mean, maybe it was something I would do in the past, but not now. Definitely not now, and not ever again. It just filled me with so much dread, because I don't want to be the person I was before. I want to move forward, not backward.” Leeteuk's expression was supportive and understanding.
“I can see that you are working hard. We all see it, and we know you have struggled. You've already made it so far, starting with just baby steps, and making your way by taking bigger and bigger strides.” Clearing his throat in deliberation, he continued on. “You don't have to worry about improving now. You're already under a lot of pressure, so just take time to adapt to your new situation, and maintain the skills you have already acquired. If that doesn't work, just do whatever makes you feel satisfied with yourself. I can't give you any one answer to solve all of your problems. All I can do is advise you to eat breakfast.”
Kangin and Leeteuk exchanged a look of comedic relief as Kangin grabbed his friend's smooth hand and allowed himself to be pulled out of bed. Walking down the hallway, he found satisfaction and pride in the fact that his friend and leader still believed that he could achieve even more than before, that he could go above and beyond and prove himself to all the people who doubted him, who hated him, and all of the fans who were disappointed in him. He'd show them the authentic and real Kim Youngwoon, and show them his newly refurbished image- clean, spotless, and untainted. Stealing a quick look at himself in the bathroom mirror, he (literally) reflected on himself, inside and out. He looked good, he concluded. He looked really, really good.
Rating: Swearing, along with situations which pertain to the obvious title ^^; (T/PG-13)
Type/Genre: I guess you could call it a short story, a little over 1,000 words. I wrote it for the Kangin's return project. I have almost all required 6 finished, and they are pretty short. They can all fit together in succession, but can also be read by themselves. I've been putting more energy into my long running fics. ^^; Sorry!
Pairing: Kangin and Heechul
Summary: Kangin's returned! What kind of sentiments and situations await him?
Notes: Italics indicate thoughts.
All Kangin could think about when he woke up in the 12th floor Super Junior dorm, was taking a hard right into Heechul's face. He couldn't stand the fact that he was being replaced with the funny, witty diva. Why was he better? What did he do for Leeteuk that Kangin couldn't provide?
“Making Jungsu stressed again, just like always.” That's what Heechul had said to him. That evil, feminine son of a bitch. Kangin, shaking off his sleepy demeanor rose to his feet, taking slow strides over to the tall, thin man.
“Sorry, didn't hear you. What did you say?” Kangin questioned Heechul bitterly.
“Nothing. Sorry to wake you.”
“Oh, you're gonna be the one that's sorry, you deceitful, pretentious bastard.”
Heechul looked confused as he was thrown against the wall, the vertebrae in his spine cracking in pain. Wincing, he watched as Kangin approached him at a progressing speed, raising his fist closer to Heechul's face. Heechul used all of his upper body strength to push him backward against the wall.
“Have you gotten even worse than you used to be, Youngwoon?” Heechul hissed with a dark smirk.
“Shut up,” Kangin whispered in response. “SHUT THE HELL UP!”
His knuckles made forceful contact with Heechul's beautiful face, socking him straight in the nose. Both yelled, Heechul in agony as his nose broke, and Kangin with a scream of unadulterated of adrenaline. Blood spurted from Heechul's nose all over the wall behind him, white now splashed with a bright scarlet.
“DAMN IT YOUNGWOON!” Heechul was crouched against the wall, holding his nose, hand covered in blood.
“What happened? Why do you two feel the need to scream on the first-”
As soon as Leeteuk walked into the room, Kangin looked at the floor in shame, Heechul stared at his leader's pale face, insinuating what Kangin had done.
“Youngwoon, weren't you just telling me that you didn't want me to be disappointed in you anymore?” Leeteuk's voice was thick with strife, but he didn't cry.
“I'm sorry,” Kangin was crying now. “God damn it, I'm so sorry- Heechul, Jungsu... I didn't mean to...”
Leeteuk was crying now, with Heechul grumbling and running into the bathroom to fix his nose.
“Youngwoon, I thought you wanted to be a better person. I thought you wanted to redeem yourself. Why the hell would you punch him?!” Leeteuk screamed through tears. “Are you that jealous? Why can you never control yourself? Why do you always have to hurt me?” Leeteuk's last sentence trailed off, but Kangin still heard him. Pulling his hand back, he struck Leeteuk as hard as he could, and he fell to the floor, lips bloody. The auburn haired man simply stared at him in horror, tears spattered against the surface of his skin.
“Damn it, Youngwoon, why? What the hell?”
“What the hell?”
“What the hell?”
“What the hell?”
“What the hell?”
Those words echoed through Kangin's already muggy brain, misting up his thoughts with sad extremes of his past tendencies. A gasp shuddered through him as he ran clammy fingers through his hair, dampened with sweat. Pants escaped his lips, as he realized it was just a nightmare spawned from the dark recesses of his mind, a cold place where each good memory became ensnared with a terribly bitter pessimism. What a great way to start his first night out of the army.
“Youngwoon! We're having breakfast!” Leeteuk's melodic voice sounded loud from the kitchen, causing Kangin to recoil at the realization of the intrusive noise.
“Youngwoon, it's time for-” Leeteuk paused as he saw Kangin, slightly hunched forward, arms hugging his own disheveled body. “What's wrong?”
“Horrible nightmare. Absolutely, utterly horrible.” Kangin trembled, cursing himself for getting emotional over such an illogical thing. Leeteuk sat on the bed next to him, smoothing down the rumpled comforter and sheets. It looked like he had been tossing and turning all night after seeing the state of his blankets.
“It's okay. I know that sometimes the scariest nightmares of all can be the most realistic, something that could take place in any given day, or time.”
“You don't understand.” Kangin rubbed his forehead in frustration. “It wasn't anything typical of me- I mean, maybe it was something I would do in the past, but not now. Definitely not now, and not ever again. It just filled me with so much dread, because I don't want to be the person I was before. I want to move forward, not backward.” Leeteuk's expression was supportive and understanding.
“I can see that you are working hard. We all see it, and we know you have struggled. You've already made it so far, starting with just baby steps, and making your way by taking bigger and bigger strides.” Clearing his throat in deliberation, he continued on. “You don't have to worry about improving now. You're already under a lot of pressure, so just take time to adapt to your new situation, and maintain the skills you have already acquired. If that doesn't work, just do whatever makes you feel satisfied with yourself. I can't give you any one answer to solve all of your problems. All I can do is advise you to eat breakfast.”
Kangin and Leeteuk exchanged a look of comedic relief as Kangin grabbed his friend's smooth hand and allowed himself to be pulled out of bed. Walking down the hallway, he found satisfaction and pride in the fact that his friend and leader still believed that he could achieve even more than before, that he could go above and beyond and prove himself to all the people who doubted him, who hated him, and all of the fans who were disappointed in him. He'd show them the authentic and real Kim Youngwoon, and show them his newly refurbished image- clean, spotless, and untainted. Stealing a quick look at himself in the bathroom mirror, he (literally) reflected on himself, inside and out. He looked good, he concluded. He looked really, really good.