Unfinished fic dump! [All ratings]
So I decided to post my unfinished fics, because I don't think I'm going to ever be able to finish them, although there are a few I'm rather fond of. Maybe I'll finish them at a later time. We'll see.
didn't we say we weren't going to let this happen?
Summary: Jungsoo thinks it's been too long since they had a heart to heart.
band!fic, pg13
Jungsoo bites his lip as he stares at one of the pictures on his desk. It features him standing in the middle with twelve boys beside him, all smiling and making faces at the camera from when they were doing EHB. His eyes shift to the picture beside it, a picture of two new brothers who, despite everything, seem to find the strength to smile at the camera as well.
There's been too much going on lately. Lawsuits, suspensions, absences that aren't really absences.
They've all lost their focus, every last one, and he knows it, feels it in his heart.
He lets his fingers brush over the pictures, a melancholy feeling bubbling inside.
It's been too long, he thinks and lets his fingers drop to his side.
Now is better than never.
Kyuhyun doesn't ask when he finds his leader sitting in his computer chair, merely walks over and drapes his arms around the older man's neck. "Having fun?" He asks, a smile playing on his lips when he sees Eeteuk trying to play Starcraft.
"Not really," the other responds as his last fleet is killed and the game proclaims his failure. He turns and grins up at the magnae. "Kyuhyun ah, are you busy tomorrow night? You don't have a schedule right?"
The young magnae shrugs and shakes his head to which Eeteuk nods and pats Kyuhyun's shoulder before walking past him and out of his room.
Kyuhyun's eyebrow arches in confusion, but again, he doesn't question his hyung.
He just has to make sure he's available tomorrow night.
Siwon's tongue clucks a bit as he reads something about another suicide in the newspaper. He finds the whole concept so sad that he can't even imagine what would drive a person to kill themselves. He unconsciously fingers the cross necklace around his neck before returning to the article.
He's almost half done when someone stands before him at the kitchen table, obviously wanting his attention. He looks up at his leader, who is standing there smiling at him.
Truthfully, it's a little unnerving.
"Hey hyung," Siwon starts, cautious, eyeing Eeteuk almost suspiciously. "What's up?"
Eeteuk taps his cheek in thought, "Be free tomorrow night."
And then he leaves. Siwon frowns for a moment but shrugs.
He doesn't have anything to do tomorrow night anyway.
Kibum is silent for a long while before murmuring his consent and Eeteuk is smiling like a fool, not caring if a conversation through the phone can't portray his happiness.
"See you tomorrow!"
"Sungmin ah, why are you being like this? It's disrespectful to your elders." Eeteuk chides, arms folded neatly against his chest.
Sungmin sighs and pulls the comforter further over his head to try and keep the intruding voice at bay. He'd finally been able to nap for a few hours, so this was definitely not a welcome interruption.
He groans a little at the push against his shoulder and pushes the hand away. "Fine, whatever. Let me sleep."
The older man grins and ruffles what would be Sungmin's hair affectionately, earning a frustrated growl and a 'get out!' as he makes his way out of Sungmin and Kyuhyun's room.
Four down, ten to go.
Hyukjae and Donghee aren't hard to convince, Eeteuk finds out. He watches them as they try to come up with new dance moves in Hyukjae's room, and failing because of the limited space. Vaguely, one of the moves looks like it belongs on an ice skating rink.
Eeteuk thinks it looks stupid, but he encourages his dongsaengs anyway, happy that they both agreed to show up the next day.
When it comes to Donghae, Eeteuk has to be careful. Donghae seems to have some kind of sixth sense and he always picks up on the smallest changes in people.
It's rather infuriating, especially when you're planning things.
"Hyung, what are you up to?" The younger questions from the floor, gazing up at him with a suspicious look in his eyes. Eeteuk curses internally.
Damn you, Lee Donghae.
He ends up telling him about the plan, getting him to co-operate and bring in the rest of the members easily.
All except three.
Eeteuk knocks on Heechul's door several times, but is never rewarded with an answer. He sighs, leaning his forehead against the door; his fist curled against the wooden surface.
"Heechul ah, you can't hide in there forever."
Sadly enough, Eeteuk doesn't even believe his own words.
When he dials Hangeng's number, Eeteuk doesn't expect it to be answered. He jumps when he hears Chinese spoken on the other end, his eyes wide and slightly panic-y.
"Oh Hangeng ah. How are you?" Eeteuk manages, voice slightly strained with awkwardness.
The other end goes silent for a while, and Eeteuk is about to ask again when a heavily accented voice answers him in Korean. "Good."
The conversation stills there, Eeteuk not even sure what to say. He doesn't feel like he knows the person he called anymore, and yet, he knows exactly who it is. It's a strange paradox he finds himself in.
"Uhm, hyung. I uh, go. Talk later."
Before Eeteuk has a chance to reply, he hears the dull sound of a phone being hung up and the dial tone resonates in his ear like a thousand knives to his heart.
Now he finally understands a little of how Heechul must've felt.
The last person he needs to talk to is Youngwoon. He shows up unannounced at his apartment, letting himself in (he has a key because manager hyung insisted that he get one made) and looking around. The faint sound of a shower running turns his attention to the bathroom and for some reason, Eeteuk feels a bit bashful.
He runs a hand through his auburn hair, waiting until Youngwoon comes out of the shower; already dressed with a towel draped over his head.
"Hyung," Youngwoon starts when he turns the corner to the living room, gripping his tee above his heart from the shock of seeing Eeteuk standing in the dark when he didn't expect it. "Jeez, let me know when you come over at least. And turn the lights on."
Eeteuk watches as Youngwoon walks around the living room, turning on lights and turning to face him. The leader smiles apologetically and leans against the back of the couch, hands bracing against the fabric.
"Are you free tomorrow night? I'm kind of planning something." He says, voice hopeful and slightly broken.
Youngwoon frowns with worry etched on his face, but nods nonetheless.
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Summary: Heechul is lost when one of his band members leave.
heechul/hankyung, pg13
As much as Heechul hates to admit it, Super Junior has become his life. His every waking thought is spent thinking about the other members; Are they doing well? When is Jungsoo's next schedule? Why does Hyukjae look like he's about to keel over from fatigue?
Deep in his heart, he's always known how much his band means to him, but actually admitting it to himself and the world, now that is way beyond his security limits.
In a struggle to try and break some of his lingering habits and boundaries however, he speaks up to the press about how much his band members really do mean to him because for him that is a huge step.
He loves his band members, so much that he would die for them.
"I'm going to stay in China for a while. I... I'm sorry."
Heechul's eyes are wide and his ear against the phone feels like it's on fire.
When Hankyung has hung up, he stares at the display for a while and thinks, well, nothing new in that, right? and ignores the dull pain that seeps into his heart.
Three days later, Hankyung sues the company.
It's been a month since the lawsuit and Heechul is itching to talk to Hankyung face to face. All he's heard from him is messages through his lawyer relayed by Jungsoo and Heechul is furious.
That fucking bastard, how dare he?
When he finally gets a chance to see him, Heechul has flown to China by himself by the help of his manager who promised to keep it a secret. He knocks on the door to Hankyung's parents' house and as the door opens, Hankyung emerges with bedhead and a t-shirt thrown on haphazardly.
His eyes widen when he sees Heechul and he stutters over his Korean, mumbling, "Heechul... what you doing here?"
The lack of proper grammar pisses Heechul off a lot more than normal and he doesn't hesitate to let his hand connect with Hankyung's cheek in a loud 'smack!'. Hankyung's face is turned to the side, his expression blank, obviously stunned by the harsh action.
"You bastard. Where do you get off not talking to any of us for over a month?" Heechul hisses, feeling anger boiling in his veins. Hankyung turns to look at him with guilt written all over his face, his hand touching his now reddening cheek.
"Do you realize exactly how much this is hurting us? Do you think you're the only one in this fucking world who has problems? Who doesn't get enough sleep? Who is forced to work when you're sick?" Heechul's voice is raised, his hands balled into fists beside him. "Jesus fucking Christ, Hankyung. Could you have been anymore selfish? What about us huh? What about everything we fought for for five years? Are you just going to throw that all away?!"
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Summary: Hyukjae is addicted to these late-night meetings.
kangin/eunhyuk, R
What should have been just a one-time thing had somehow become an addiction. Time and time again, Hyukjae found himself in front of that one familiar apartment door, knocking softly at the wooden door as to not wake anyone else up around them. Hell, it was already four in the morning, he wasn't supposed to be there. He didn't really want to be there, but his body wanted otherwise - especially when he had been drinking.
The door opened quietly and inside stood a disheveled man and rubbed sleepily at his eye. His raven colored hair was a mess, his t-shirt hung loosely around his body and he was only wearing a pair of striped boxers, Hyukjae noted. "What?" he grunted irritably, but stopped immediately at the sight of Hyukjae. The younger thought he could see the other man's eyes softening as he invited him inside, but he shook it off. This wasn't the time for that.
Hyukjae had barely taken off his coat before he felt a pair of large, warm hands on his hips, conveniently joined by a warm body against his back. The gentle kiss that was pressed against the side of his neck sent shivers coursing through his limbs and he exhaled as if he'd been holding his breath all the way up to the apartment from the bar.
"I missed you," Youngwoon murmured huskily against Hyukjae's neck, tongue slipping out to trace the shell of the other man's ear.
And then, within a few moments, Hyukjae found himself unable to stop from turning around and kissing the older man; hands going everywhere and anywhere in a drunken and lust-filled stupor and he didn't even care that once again, he was being led into Youngwoon's bedroom because this felt so right.
Sex with the two of them was always slow and tender and never as stupid and passion filled as the foreplay led up to. Hyukjae didn't know why, but Youngwoon seemed to become a lot more gentle and soft spoken when they ended up in bed, cooing gentle, reassuring words in his ear. Not that the younger minded. They'd never told each other they loved each other, because that wasn't the kind of relationship they had.
Because that wasn't the kind of relationship they could have.
Hyukjae lay quietly in Youngwoon's bed, lazily drawing patterns over the elder's strong chest with his index finger as he breathed.
There weren't really any words to say and Hyukjae sighed, knowing he should get up and go home, but he wanted to indulge himself for just a little bit longer.
"Hyukjae yah," Youngwoon spoke through his sleep ridden voice, making the younger look up at him questioningly. Youngwoon cracked an eye open to look down at him and smiled tiredly; a smile that made Hyukjae's stomach flutter embarrasingly. "Would you stay the night?" he asked softly, the hand at the younger's waist squeezing his side gently.
He wasn't sure he'd heard right, but Hyukjae smiled and nodded, fingers splaying out across the older man's chest and he could feel his heartbeat beneath the skin. "Yeah." He said simply, knowing that if he didn't, he'd regret it. He'd probably regret staying there too, but he could think about that in the morning. For now, he felt content as a kiss was pressed to his lips carefully and he sighed in happiness, wanting nothing more than this, right now.
rehearsal
Summary: during practice for Kangin's Run To You performance during super show 2.
kangin/leeteuk, pg13
they had been practicing for several hours. well. mostly practicing, that is - they were easily distracted when they were around each other - and were now both on the floor, panting, sweating, and utterly exhausted. kangin's arms and legs were stretched out as far as they could go, while leeteuk was lying with his arms over his head, eyes closed and music dully going on in the background.
"fuck, i think my voice is going to be hoarse tomorrow." kangin grunted, pouring water over his face with the water bottle he must've filled up six times that night already. leeteuk chuckled, turning onto his side so he faced the younger man and opened his eyes. "says you. i have the biggest part in that song." the younger grinned, wiping off the excess water on his face before he opened one of his eyes to glance over at leeteuk. "well, i'm the focus anyway, so that doesn't matter."
he earned a towel thrown at his face for that.
"thanks, i was too lazy to get it myself." kangin said with a smirk. leeteuk rolled his eyes and pushed himself up to sit, stretching his arms over his head. "jerk."
kangin laughed and rubbed his face with the towel, peeking over the edge at leeteuk. "yeah. but you love me anyway."
"sometimes i wonder." leeteuk replied, shaking his head.
clubbing
Summary: Yuri meets an unexpected match.
kangin/yuri, R
The bass was heavy; every beat feeling like it belonged to your own heart. Strobelights flickered crazily in sync to the music, making the fake smoke that inhabited the club effectively creating a hazy surrounding, light up in purples, greens, and blues.
Kwon Yuri was sitting at the bar, jeans slung low on her curvy hips whilst her top hugged her torso firmly, the large, gold necklace around her neck winking in the light that hit her once in a while. She stirred her drink uninterested and sighed a little, pushing some of her dark, curly locks over her shoulder.
She had come with a few of her friends, who, by the way, all had managed to score the cute guys in the back and just left her to her own.
It wasn't that Yuri had trouble finding guys to flirt with, rather, she was really good at said activity, but she wasn't feeling it. There really didn't seem like there was anyone who caught her attention.
She gazed out on the dancefloor, bored. Maybe she should just go home, she thought to herself stepping down from the bar stool she'd been sitting on.
"Miss?"
The voice behind her made her turn to the bartender who was smiling at her, "Here you go. A complimentary drink." He said, pushing a strawberry daquiri towards her.
She raised an eyebrow, "From who?"
"The man in the corner over there." He pointed to his left.
Yuri followed the bartender's direction and looked to the opposite corner of the bar, trying to spot whoever it was who was so obviously hitting on her.
There, she saw a man; dark hair spiked up, strong body build which was being hugged firmly by the black dress shirt he wore. He smiled when they made eyecontact and rose his glass, making Yuri cock her eyebrow further.
Did he really think a drink was going to be enough? It was the oldest trick in the book.
Scoffing, she decided to have a little fun. Yuri turned to her drink and smiled sweetly towards the man before she leaned over the bar and whispered in the bartender's ear, making it look as seductive as she could. The man at the corner frowned, watching her closely and she could almost feel the surge of jealously he was emitting.
Pleased, Yuri stepped away from the bar, not even acknowledging the man as she disappeared through the crowd. She loved it when she was able to make men chase her; or better yet, think that they got rejected. It brought something up in them that was exciting - almost dangerous.
She had almost reached the bathroom area when a hand grabbed her arm firmly and turned her around. She gasped a little, her hands instictively fisting themselves in the fabric of his shirt as she came face to face with the guy from earlier. Her dark eyes stared at him as he invaded her personal space, pushing her gently against the wall of the hallway.
Her tongue darted out to lick her lips slowly, the bass of the music making the walls rumble slightly as they stood there; his cologne musky but pleasant in her nose.
"What do you think you're doing," Yuri breathed, almost coy as she looked him in the eye. "Clearly you don't have much experience when it comes to girls." She was challenging him because there was a sparkle in his eye that made her shiver. Okay, so maybe he was a little interesting after all.
He grinned a little, resting both his hands on the wall beside her head. "I do with some types of girls." Yuri was about to speak up, because she was in no way the kind of girl whom he probably associated with if one was to take from his words. "But," he continued before she could say anything, and gazed over her. "Never anyone like you. So I guess it's true."
"Is that a compliment?" Yuri's hands relaxed their grip on his shirt a little, but remained on his chest nevertheless. "I don't even know your name."
He shrugged, "You didn't accept my drink. I don't think that's a fair trade, now do you?" He took a step closer and she could feel his hot breath on her cheek, her eyes closing slightly.
"I'm Yuri." She breathed; her chest was feeling slightly tighter with awareness as he hovered above her. She could see down his shirt a little and bit her lip; his chest and stomach were toned and God, he was so much hotter up close.
He smiled. "Yuri-ah. I'm Kangin."
She shivered slightly at the way her name rolled off his tongue. It was so smooth like silk - sensual and inviting.
Her lashes dipped down and suddenly she felt warmth pressing against her lips. He was kissing her and she couldn't help but melt into it, because - damn - he was a good kisser. His lips moved confidently against hers and she whimpered softly, allowing his probing tongue access. She had never wanted anyone so fast and at this point, she didn't really care if she didn't know him.
He lifted her up and held her thighs, making her legs encircle his waist as he pushed her against the wall almost desperately. Her fingers threaded through his hair, tugging as she kissed him as if her life depended on it.
Kangin's fingers slipped over her thighs and grabbed her rear, massaging through the distressed denim she wore and she moaned when he ground his hips against her; teeth nipping at his lower lip as they parted for air.
Yuri opened her eyes and gazed down at him, breathless and so extremely turned on.
"My place," she breathed, a pair of searing eyes staring back at her with promises of a night she would never forget.
i'll stand by you
Summary: Hyukjae gets a visit from the past.
kangin/eunhyuk, pg13
For the last two years, Hyukjae hadn't heard from him.
The contact had been scarce, even before everything happened, even before when everything seemed to be okay. But then the news came and he would never forget that night a week ago. A night that was going to change things between them forever.
It had all begun rather quietly. It was the middle of the night. Hyukjae had been sound asleep in his bed when a soft knock came upon his apartment door. He stirred, only slightly bothered but not enough to get up. The knocking resumed, this time a bit more insistent. Growling a little, he'd flipped his covers off and stretched. Who would even come see him at this time of night? It was almost three for God's sake.
He wandered out, clad only in boxers and his high school wifebeater. It was a present from his best friend at the time and he'd loved it enough to keep all these years. Hiding a yawn behind his hand, he opened the door to his apartment. He hadn't know what he'd expected, but he sight of a drenched man in a long trenchcoat, umbrella neatly folded beside him - though it was obvious he hadn't used it - was surprising to say the least. Hyukjae had to do everything he could from not jumping and slamming the door shut right there. He'd never been good with surprises.
But then, after his eyes lit up with recognition; after his eyes started burning with unshed tears of a long ago past, he felt warm, wet lips on his own. It took him a few moments to realize he was being kissed, but when the action sunk in, he could feel his tears running down the sides of his face as his eyes closed and he let himself melt into the kiss. Anger and hurt was rushing through his veins, but the love that suddenly flared deep in his heart threatened to burst through his chest.
He sobbed into the kiss, feeling a pair of warm, strong arms encircling his waist. It was him. He knew that scent anywhere, even drenched with rain he'd be able to recognize it. Hyukjae whimpered when the other man pressed closer, pushing him against the wall gently and kissed him vigorously as if they had spent a lifetime apart.
It had certainly felt that way.
The man pulled away with bated breath, leaving just enough space to for their noses to touch and Hyukjae was speechless. The kiss had been breathtaking, just like it always was with him.
"I... I don't..." he tried, failing to form anymore words as the lump in his throat was too painful to ignore. His hands gripped at the man's shoulders, his lithe fingers clutching the damp material as if his life depended on it.
"Sorry for scaring you." came the husky reply, a small laugh in his voice despite the situation. Hyukjae looked up, finding golden brown eyes staring down at him with the promise of love and perfection in them - something Hyukjae had found solace in so many times. He shook his head, laughing as well as he took in the other's appearance. "You're drenched." He said, gums and teeth showing as he brushed a few strands of wet hair from the taller man's face. "Youngwoon." Hyukjae breathed, tears threatening to fall once more. "What are you doing here?"
Youngwoon sighed, leaning his forehead against the younger man's and shook his head. "I missed you." Hyukjae's stomach did a flip. "God I missed you so much." Within a moment, Hyukjae was feeling the familiar weight of the other man's lips against his own; sensual and full of emotion. Hyukjae whimpered again, clutching the material of the other's trenchcoat tighter as they kissed. He couldn't deny he'd missed this. He'd been thinking about it every day, every minute as the years had passed and now suddenly, here he was again. Hyukjae wanted to be angry, wanted to scream and throw a tantrum because of how hurt he'd been.
But... the broken look in the other man's eyes had been enough to melt his heart and the only thing he could focus on was how much he loved him and how everything else seemed so small and stupid. Pulling back from the kiss, Hyukjae leaned over and closed the door, taking a careful step back.
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Summary: They were inseparable.
kangin/leeteuk, kangin/taeyeon, pg
It's silent through the apartment, the sound of the city bustling below the only sound filtering through the crack in the window in the living room. It's the middle of the night and Youngwoon is standing; pajama pants hung low on his hips and a bare torso.
There's a phone against his ear and he's stilled as if he were petrified.
"I'm sorry Mr. Kim. Do you want to come down to the hospital to claim his affects?" The voice asks through the receiver without a bit of remorse. Youngwoon thinks that it's okay; the doctor probably has to make a lot of calls like this.
"Uh." He starts quite unintelligently. He doesn't know where to even begin. "Yeah, I'll be there tomorrow morning."
The doctor on the other end affirms and says his goodbyes, leaving Youngwoon in a silent - almost too silent - apartment.
He walks, still stunned, back to his bedroom where a small body stirs and turns to look at him as he sits down on the other side, the matress dipping under his weight.
"What was that about?" Her petite voice asks gently, slightly ridden with sleep.
Youngwoon runs a hand through his hair. He's doing everything in his power to hold back the sobs that are threatening to force their way out.
"Sweetie?"
He feels a pair of small, silky hands slide over his shoulders; the weight and warmth of her body leaning against his back as she embraces him from behind. Her wedding ring glints in the moonlight and he smiles fondly, a shake of his head an answer to her question.
He whispers, broken and tired. "It's okay Taeyeonie. Go back to sleep."
She doesn't believe him and hugs him close, kissing his cheek in the most comforting way she can. "Is it Jungsoo?" She asks, voice timid but knowing.
Sometimes, he wonders how she knows him so well. Sometimes, he wonders how she's able to read him like an open book. Youngwoon laughs, bitterly. Because now, nothing really matters anymore.
"Yeah."
Taeyeon bites her lip and brushes a few strands of hair away from his face. His hair has grown longer, down past his ears; she's always liked that look on him. "Oh honey." A whisper and another kiss on his cheek as she holds him tight, her heart hurting from the way his shoulders finally shake with sobs. "I'm so sorry."
The three of them had always been something special. They'd met in college, instantly creating a strong bond between them. Youngwoon being the typical, strong protector of the group who would stand up for any of them if needed. Taeyeon was the pretty, popular girl who had a beautiful personality and whom everyone loved. Jungsoo was the kid with bright smile, a bright mind, and a bright personality but who was sick most of the time and spent most of his school days in a hospital.
Despite that, the three of them were inseparable. Taeyeon would always bring Jungsoo his homework and make sure she taught him what he'd missed. Youngwoon would always tell him stories about their teachers and make him laugh even when he was having a hard day. They would laugh together, cry together. They did everything together.
Jungsoo loved his two friends; one, however, a bit more than the other.
"Hyung!" Youngwoon announced one day, bursting through the hospital door. "I brought jajjangmyeon!"
Sure enough, the delicious smell of noodles wafted through the room as soon as the younger boy reached the bed Jungsoo was sitting in. Jungsoo laughed, a smile so big it reached his eyes on his face. "Youngwoon ah, I told you not to."
"I know, I know." The other dismissed, waving a hand at his hyung. "But you deserve a treat. I got some early christmas money from my parents."
Jungsoo watched with a fond smile as his best friend unpacked the bag of noodles he'd brought, knowing that his generosity was limitless. It was one of the things that made his heart fill up with love on days that were especially hard.
He only neglected to mention that day just how sick he really was.
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Summary: Cho Kyuhyun finally decides to do something about his crush.
kyuhyun/seohyun, pg
He'd been watching her for a long time. Kyuhyun wasn't a stalker or anything, or at least, he wouldn't go that far when describing himself. He just happened to be at the right places at the right time. He knew she had a part time job handing out balloons and creating cheer with that ridiculous outfit of hers, but he found it extremely endearing and he would be content with just watching her day in and day out.
Sometimes, he would sketch her when she wasn't looking. He always carried his drawing equipment with him in his backpack because he found beauty in everything. Trees, pavements, children playing; everything was an inspiration. But there was a certain, subtle beauty about her that captivated him.
He'd watch her interact with the children that passed the fountain, young couples sitting on the steps as they held each other. She seemed like an always happy, always carefree girl and it attracted him.
Sometimes, she would be sad as well. He could tell from her less than energetic way of carrying herself around and it would be days like these when he would wonder what was going through her mind. He pondered what she looked like beneath that large, anime-esque head she had to wear. He'd only ever seen a glance of the side of her face and the end parts of her hair but looks had never really mattered much. The way she carried herself and seemed so poised was more than enough.
Today was one of the days when she seemed like she was in a good mood. Kyuhyun couldn't help but smile from his place on the steps of the church, pencil in hand as he looked over towards her. She was wearing a pink, white-dotted dress and the head she was wearing had a pink bow in the hair on the right side. He watched her bend down to cheer up a small child, and he laughed when the girl placed her palm flat on the girl's face much to her surprise.
Kyuhyun had never been good at talking to girls, but he knew what love was. He knew what that little flutter in the pit of your stomach meant and he had already fallen hard.
It was starting to get cold and late in the afternoon and the area around the fountain was pretty much abandoned by now. Kyuhyun twirled the pencil around his fingers before he decided to go talk to her, finally. He'd planned on using the courage he'd tried building up over the last couple of weeks and just hope for the best. It was uncharacteristic of him, but for once, he figured he had to step out of his box. He packed up his things and trotted down the stairs, quietly watching her out of the corner of his eye. She was sitting down on a chair and was pulling the oversized head off her shoulders, obviously tired from a hard day's work.
It took Kyuhyun totally by surprise when he laid eyes on her for the first time. He hadn't imagined her being so beautiful. Her hair was long and straight and was a gentle, chesnut color. Her eyes were smiling and her face was youthful and pure. Kyuhyun thought his heart stopped for a second when she looked at him and they made eye contact for a brief second. In a panic, he hid behind the fountain, eyes wide and heart thumping against his chest.
"Okay, calm down Kyuhyun. She has no idea who you are. You need to go introduce yourself." He said to himself. With those words in mind, he took a couple of calming breaths (which, by the way, did nothing for his health) and peered out from the other side of the fountain. She was still sitting on the chair, pulling off her shoes with a relieved expression on her face. He couldn't blame her. A long day of walking around in heels would kill anyone.
Finally, with determination in his heart and a fickle belief that he wouldn't screw this up, he stepped slowly up beside her and cleared his throat lightly. She let out a small yelp and when he found her looking at him, he felt a deep blush rise to his cheeks. "Um, hi... I'm--oh."
Before he'd even had a chance to introduce himself, she was standing up, putting the oversized head over her own head (backwards, Kyuhyun noted with a smile) and she began walking away, seemingly distraught somehow. Kyuhyun wanted to stop her since he seemed to have startled her, but he couldn't form the words and only watched her retreating back with a sinking heart.
Good job, Cho Kyuhyun.
didn't we say we weren't going to let this happen?
Summary: Jungsoo thinks it's been too long since they had a heart to heart.
band!fic, pg13
Jungsoo bites his lip as he stares at one of the pictures on his desk. It features him standing in the middle with twelve boys beside him, all smiling and making faces at the camera from when they were doing EHB. His eyes shift to the picture beside it, a picture of two new brothers who, despite everything, seem to find the strength to smile at the camera as well.
There's been too much going on lately. Lawsuits, suspensions, absences that aren't really absences.
They've all lost their focus, every last one, and he knows it, feels it in his heart.
He lets his fingers brush over the pictures, a melancholy feeling bubbling inside.
It's been too long, he thinks and lets his fingers drop to his side.
Now is better than never.
Kyuhyun doesn't ask when he finds his leader sitting in his computer chair, merely walks over and drapes his arms around the older man's neck. "Having fun?" He asks, a smile playing on his lips when he sees Eeteuk trying to play Starcraft.
"Not really," the other responds as his last fleet is killed and the game proclaims his failure. He turns and grins up at the magnae. "Kyuhyun ah, are you busy tomorrow night? You don't have a schedule right?"
The young magnae shrugs and shakes his head to which Eeteuk nods and pats Kyuhyun's shoulder before walking past him and out of his room.
Kyuhyun's eyebrow arches in confusion, but again, he doesn't question his hyung.
He just has to make sure he's available tomorrow night.
Siwon's tongue clucks a bit as he reads something about another suicide in the newspaper. He finds the whole concept so sad that he can't even imagine what would drive a person to kill themselves. He unconsciously fingers the cross necklace around his neck before returning to the article.
He's almost half done when someone stands before him at the kitchen table, obviously wanting his attention. He looks up at his leader, who is standing there smiling at him.
Truthfully, it's a little unnerving.
"Hey hyung," Siwon starts, cautious, eyeing Eeteuk almost suspiciously. "What's up?"
Eeteuk taps his cheek in thought, "Be free tomorrow night."
And then he leaves. Siwon frowns for a moment but shrugs.
He doesn't have anything to do tomorrow night anyway.
Kibum is silent for a long while before murmuring his consent and Eeteuk is smiling like a fool, not caring if a conversation through the phone can't portray his happiness.
"See you tomorrow!"
"Sungmin ah, why are you being like this? It's disrespectful to your elders." Eeteuk chides, arms folded neatly against his chest.
Sungmin sighs and pulls the comforter further over his head to try and keep the intruding voice at bay. He'd finally been able to nap for a few hours, so this was definitely not a welcome interruption.
He groans a little at the push against his shoulder and pushes the hand away. "Fine, whatever. Let me sleep."
The older man grins and ruffles what would be Sungmin's hair affectionately, earning a frustrated growl and a 'get out!' as he makes his way out of Sungmin and Kyuhyun's room.
Four down, ten to go.
Hyukjae and Donghee aren't hard to convince, Eeteuk finds out. He watches them as they try to come up with new dance moves in Hyukjae's room, and failing because of the limited space. Vaguely, one of the moves looks like it belongs on an ice skating rink.
Eeteuk thinks it looks stupid, but he encourages his dongsaengs anyway, happy that they both agreed to show up the next day.
When it comes to Donghae, Eeteuk has to be careful. Donghae seems to have some kind of sixth sense and he always picks up on the smallest changes in people.
It's rather infuriating, especially when you're planning things.
"Hyung, what are you up to?" The younger questions from the floor, gazing up at him with a suspicious look in his eyes. Eeteuk curses internally.
Damn you, Lee Donghae.
He ends up telling him about the plan, getting him to co-operate and bring in the rest of the members easily.
All except three.
Eeteuk knocks on Heechul's door several times, but is never rewarded with an answer. He sighs, leaning his forehead against the door; his fist curled against the wooden surface.
"Heechul ah, you can't hide in there forever."
Sadly enough, Eeteuk doesn't even believe his own words.
When he dials Hangeng's number, Eeteuk doesn't expect it to be answered. He jumps when he hears Chinese spoken on the other end, his eyes wide and slightly panic-y.
"Oh Hangeng ah. How are you?" Eeteuk manages, voice slightly strained with awkwardness.
The other end goes silent for a while, and Eeteuk is about to ask again when a heavily accented voice answers him in Korean. "Good."
The conversation stills there, Eeteuk not even sure what to say. He doesn't feel like he knows the person he called anymore, and yet, he knows exactly who it is. It's a strange paradox he finds himself in.
"Uhm, hyung. I uh, go. Talk later."
Before Eeteuk has a chance to reply, he hears the dull sound of a phone being hung up and the dial tone resonates in his ear like a thousand knives to his heart.
Now he finally understands a little of how Heechul must've felt.
The last person he needs to talk to is Youngwoon. He shows up unannounced at his apartment, letting himself in (he has a key because manager hyung insisted that he get one made) and looking around. The faint sound of a shower running turns his attention to the bathroom and for some reason, Eeteuk feels a bit bashful.
He runs a hand through his auburn hair, waiting until Youngwoon comes out of the shower; already dressed with a towel draped over his head.
"Hyung," Youngwoon starts when he turns the corner to the living room, gripping his tee above his heart from the shock of seeing Eeteuk standing in the dark when he didn't expect it. "Jeez, let me know when you come over at least. And turn the lights on."
Eeteuk watches as Youngwoon walks around the living room, turning on lights and turning to face him. The leader smiles apologetically and leans against the back of the couch, hands bracing against the fabric.
"Are you free tomorrow night? I'm kind of planning something." He says, voice hopeful and slightly broken.
Youngwoon frowns with worry etched on his face, but nods nonetheless.
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Summary: Heechul is lost when one of his band members leave.
heechul/hankyung, pg13
As much as Heechul hates to admit it, Super Junior has become his life. His every waking thought is spent thinking about the other members; Are they doing well? When is Jungsoo's next schedule? Why does Hyukjae look like he's about to keel over from fatigue?
Deep in his heart, he's always known how much his band means to him, but actually admitting it to himself and the world, now that is way beyond his security limits.
In a struggle to try and break some of his lingering habits and boundaries however, he speaks up to the press about how much his band members really do mean to him because for him that is a huge step.
He loves his band members, so much that he would die for them.
"I'm going to stay in China for a while. I... I'm sorry."
Heechul's eyes are wide and his ear against the phone feels like it's on fire.
When Hankyung has hung up, he stares at the display for a while and thinks, well, nothing new in that, right? and ignores the dull pain that seeps into his heart.
Three days later, Hankyung sues the company.
It's been a month since the lawsuit and Heechul is itching to talk to Hankyung face to face. All he's heard from him is messages through his lawyer relayed by Jungsoo and Heechul is furious.
That fucking bastard, how dare he?
When he finally gets a chance to see him, Heechul has flown to China by himself by the help of his manager who promised to keep it a secret. He knocks on the door to Hankyung's parents' house and as the door opens, Hankyung emerges with bedhead and a t-shirt thrown on haphazardly.
His eyes widen when he sees Heechul and he stutters over his Korean, mumbling, "Heechul... what you doing here?"
The lack of proper grammar pisses Heechul off a lot more than normal and he doesn't hesitate to let his hand connect with Hankyung's cheek in a loud 'smack!'. Hankyung's face is turned to the side, his expression blank, obviously stunned by the harsh action.
"You bastard. Where do you get off not talking to any of us for over a month?" Heechul hisses, feeling anger boiling in his veins. Hankyung turns to look at him with guilt written all over his face, his hand touching his now reddening cheek.
"Do you realize exactly how much this is hurting us? Do you think you're the only one in this fucking world who has problems? Who doesn't get enough sleep? Who is forced to work when you're sick?" Heechul's voice is raised, his hands balled into fists beside him. "Jesus fucking Christ, Hankyung. Could you have been anymore selfish? What about us huh? What about everything we fought for for five years? Are you just going to throw that all away?!"
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Summary: Hyukjae is addicted to these late-night meetings.
kangin/eunhyuk, R
What should have been just a one-time thing had somehow become an addiction. Time and time again, Hyukjae found himself in front of that one familiar apartment door, knocking softly at the wooden door as to not wake anyone else up around them. Hell, it was already four in the morning, he wasn't supposed to be there. He didn't really want to be there, but his body wanted otherwise - especially when he had been drinking.
The door opened quietly and inside stood a disheveled man and rubbed sleepily at his eye. His raven colored hair was a mess, his t-shirt hung loosely around his body and he was only wearing a pair of striped boxers, Hyukjae noted. "What?" he grunted irritably, but stopped immediately at the sight of Hyukjae. The younger thought he could see the other man's eyes softening as he invited him inside, but he shook it off. This wasn't the time for that.
Hyukjae had barely taken off his coat before he felt a pair of large, warm hands on his hips, conveniently joined by a warm body against his back. The gentle kiss that was pressed against the side of his neck sent shivers coursing through his limbs and he exhaled as if he'd been holding his breath all the way up to the apartment from the bar.
"I missed you," Youngwoon murmured huskily against Hyukjae's neck, tongue slipping out to trace the shell of the other man's ear.
And then, within a few moments, Hyukjae found himself unable to stop from turning around and kissing the older man; hands going everywhere and anywhere in a drunken and lust-filled stupor and he didn't even care that once again, he was being led into Youngwoon's bedroom because this felt so right.
Sex with the two of them was always slow and tender and never as stupid and passion filled as the foreplay led up to. Hyukjae didn't know why, but Youngwoon seemed to become a lot more gentle and soft spoken when they ended up in bed, cooing gentle, reassuring words in his ear. Not that the younger minded. They'd never told each other they loved each other, because that wasn't the kind of relationship they had.
Because that wasn't the kind of relationship they could have.
Hyukjae lay quietly in Youngwoon's bed, lazily drawing patterns over the elder's strong chest with his index finger as he breathed.
There weren't really any words to say and Hyukjae sighed, knowing he should get up and go home, but he wanted to indulge himself for just a little bit longer.
"Hyukjae yah," Youngwoon spoke through his sleep ridden voice, making the younger look up at him questioningly. Youngwoon cracked an eye open to look down at him and smiled tiredly; a smile that made Hyukjae's stomach flutter embarrasingly. "Would you stay the night?" he asked softly, the hand at the younger's waist squeezing his side gently.
He wasn't sure he'd heard right, but Hyukjae smiled and nodded, fingers splaying out across the older man's chest and he could feel his heartbeat beneath the skin. "Yeah." He said simply, knowing that if he didn't, he'd regret it. He'd probably regret staying there too, but he could think about that in the morning. For now, he felt content as a kiss was pressed to his lips carefully and he sighed in happiness, wanting nothing more than this, right now.
rehearsal
Summary: during practice for Kangin's Run To You performance during super show 2.
kangin/leeteuk, pg13
they had been practicing for several hours. well. mostly practicing, that is - they were easily distracted when they were around each other - and were now both on the floor, panting, sweating, and utterly exhausted. kangin's arms and legs were stretched out as far as they could go, while leeteuk was lying with his arms over his head, eyes closed and music dully going on in the background.
"fuck, i think my voice is going to be hoarse tomorrow." kangin grunted, pouring water over his face with the water bottle he must've filled up six times that night already. leeteuk chuckled, turning onto his side so he faced the younger man and opened his eyes. "says you. i have the biggest part in that song." the younger grinned, wiping off the excess water on his face before he opened one of his eyes to glance over at leeteuk. "well, i'm the focus anyway, so that doesn't matter."
he earned a towel thrown at his face for that.
"thanks, i was too lazy to get it myself." kangin said with a smirk. leeteuk rolled his eyes and pushed himself up to sit, stretching his arms over his head. "jerk."
kangin laughed and rubbed his face with the towel, peeking over the edge at leeteuk. "yeah. but you love me anyway."
"sometimes i wonder." leeteuk replied, shaking his head.
clubbing
Summary: Yuri meets an unexpected match.
kangin/yuri, R
The bass was heavy; every beat feeling like it belonged to your own heart. Strobelights flickered crazily in sync to the music, making the fake smoke that inhabited the club effectively creating a hazy surrounding, light up in purples, greens, and blues.
Kwon Yuri was sitting at the bar, jeans slung low on her curvy hips whilst her top hugged her torso firmly, the large, gold necklace around her neck winking in the light that hit her once in a while. She stirred her drink uninterested and sighed a little, pushing some of her dark, curly locks over her shoulder.
She had come with a few of her friends, who, by the way, all had managed to score the cute guys in the back and just left her to her own.
It wasn't that Yuri had trouble finding guys to flirt with, rather, she was really good at said activity, but she wasn't feeling it. There really didn't seem like there was anyone who caught her attention.
She gazed out on the dancefloor, bored. Maybe she should just go home, she thought to herself stepping down from the bar stool she'd been sitting on.
"Miss?"
The voice behind her made her turn to the bartender who was smiling at her, "Here you go. A complimentary drink." He said, pushing a strawberry daquiri towards her.
She raised an eyebrow, "From who?"
"The man in the corner over there." He pointed to his left.
Yuri followed the bartender's direction and looked to the opposite corner of the bar, trying to spot whoever it was who was so obviously hitting on her.
There, she saw a man; dark hair spiked up, strong body build which was being hugged firmly by the black dress shirt he wore. He smiled when they made eyecontact and rose his glass, making Yuri cock her eyebrow further.
Did he really think a drink was going to be enough? It was the oldest trick in the book.
Scoffing, she decided to have a little fun. Yuri turned to her drink and smiled sweetly towards the man before she leaned over the bar and whispered in the bartender's ear, making it look as seductive as she could. The man at the corner frowned, watching her closely and she could almost feel the surge of jealously he was emitting.
Pleased, Yuri stepped away from the bar, not even acknowledging the man as she disappeared through the crowd. She loved it when she was able to make men chase her; or better yet, think that they got rejected. It brought something up in them that was exciting - almost dangerous.
She had almost reached the bathroom area when a hand grabbed her arm firmly and turned her around. She gasped a little, her hands instictively fisting themselves in the fabric of his shirt as she came face to face with the guy from earlier. Her dark eyes stared at him as he invaded her personal space, pushing her gently against the wall of the hallway.
Her tongue darted out to lick her lips slowly, the bass of the music making the walls rumble slightly as they stood there; his cologne musky but pleasant in her nose.
"What do you think you're doing," Yuri breathed, almost coy as she looked him in the eye. "Clearly you don't have much experience when it comes to girls." She was challenging him because there was a sparkle in his eye that made her shiver. Okay, so maybe he was a little interesting after all.
He grinned a little, resting both his hands on the wall beside her head. "I do with some types of girls." Yuri was about to speak up, because she was in no way the kind of girl whom he probably associated with if one was to take from his words. "But," he continued before she could say anything, and gazed over her. "Never anyone like you. So I guess it's true."
"Is that a compliment?" Yuri's hands relaxed their grip on his shirt a little, but remained on his chest nevertheless. "I don't even know your name."
He shrugged, "You didn't accept my drink. I don't think that's a fair trade, now do you?" He took a step closer and she could feel his hot breath on her cheek, her eyes closing slightly.
"I'm Yuri." She breathed; her chest was feeling slightly tighter with awareness as he hovered above her. She could see down his shirt a little and bit her lip; his chest and stomach were toned and God, he was so much hotter up close.
He smiled. "Yuri-ah. I'm Kangin."
She shivered slightly at the way her name rolled off his tongue. It was so smooth like silk - sensual and inviting.
Her lashes dipped down and suddenly she felt warmth pressing against her lips. He was kissing her and she couldn't help but melt into it, because - damn - he was a good kisser. His lips moved confidently against hers and she whimpered softly, allowing his probing tongue access. She had never wanted anyone so fast and at this point, she didn't really care if she didn't know him.
He lifted her up and held her thighs, making her legs encircle his waist as he pushed her against the wall almost desperately. Her fingers threaded through his hair, tugging as she kissed him as if her life depended on it.
Kangin's fingers slipped over her thighs and grabbed her rear, massaging through the distressed denim she wore and she moaned when he ground his hips against her; teeth nipping at his lower lip as they parted for air.
Yuri opened her eyes and gazed down at him, breathless and so extremely turned on.
"My place," she breathed, a pair of searing eyes staring back at her with promises of a night she would never forget.
i'll stand by you
Summary: Hyukjae gets a visit from the past.
kangin/eunhyuk, pg13
For the last two years, Hyukjae hadn't heard from him.
The contact had been scarce, even before everything happened, even before when everything seemed to be okay. But then the news came and he would never forget that night a week ago. A night that was going to change things between them forever.
It had all begun rather quietly. It was the middle of the night. Hyukjae had been sound asleep in his bed when a soft knock came upon his apartment door. He stirred, only slightly bothered but not enough to get up. The knocking resumed, this time a bit more insistent. Growling a little, he'd flipped his covers off and stretched. Who would even come see him at this time of night? It was almost three for God's sake.
He wandered out, clad only in boxers and his high school wifebeater. It was a present from his best friend at the time and he'd loved it enough to keep all these years. Hiding a yawn behind his hand, he opened the door to his apartment. He hadn't know what he'd expected, but he sight of a drenched man in a long trenchcoat, umbrella neatly folded beside him - though it was obvious he hadn't used it - was surprising to say the least. Hyukjae had to do everything he could from not jumping and slamming the door shut right there. He'd never been good with surprises.
But then, after his eyes lit up with recognition; after his eyes started burning with unshed tears of a long ago past, he felt warm, wet lips on his own. It took him a few moments to realize he was being kissed, but when the action sunk in, he could feel his tears running down the sides of his face as his eyes closed and he let himself melt into the kiss. Anger and hurt was rushing through his veins, but the love that suddenly flared deep in his heart threatened to burst through his chest.
He sobbed into the kiss, feeling a pair of warm, strong arms encircling his waist. It was him. He knew that scent anywhere, even drenched with rain he'd be able to recognize it. Hyukjae whimpered when the other man pressed closer, pushing him against the wall gently and kissed him vigorously as if they had spent a lifetime apart.
It had certainly felt that way.
The man pulled away with bated breath, leaving just enough space to for their noses to touch and Hyukjae was speechless. The kiss had been breathtaking, just like it always was with him.
"I... I don't..." he tried, failing to form anymore words as the lump in his throat was too painful to ignore. His hands gripped at the man's shoulders, his lithe fingers clutching the damp material as if his life depended on it.
"Sorry for scaring you." came the husky reply, a small laugh in his voice despite the situation. Hyukjae looked up, finding golden brown eyes staring down at him with the promise of love and perfection in them - something Hyukjae had found solace in so many times. He shook his head, laughing as well as he took in the other's appearance. "You're drenched." He said, gums and teeth showing as he brushed a few strands of wet hair from the taller man's face. "Youngwoon." Hyukjae breathed, tears threatening to fall once more. "What are you doing here?"
Youngwoon sighed, leaning his forehead against the younger man's and shook his head. "I missed you." Hyukjae's stomach did a flip. "God I missed you so much." Within a moment, Hyukjae was feeling the familiar weight of the other man's lips against his own; sensual and full of emotion. Hyukjae whimpered again, clutching the material of the other's trenchcoat tighter as they kissed. He couldn't deny he'd missed this. He'd been thinking about it every day, every minute as the years had passed and now suddenly, here he was again. Hyukjae wanted to be angry, wanted to scream and throw a tantrum because of how hurt he'd been.
But... the broken look in the other man's eyes had been enough to melt his heart and the only thing he could focus on was how much he loved him and how everything else seemed so small and stupid. Pulling back from the kiss, Hyukjae leaned over and closed the door, taking a careful step back.
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Summary: They were inseparable.
kangin/leeteuk, kangin/taeyeon, pg
It's silent through the apartment, the sound of the city bustling below the only sound filtering through the crack in the window in the living room. It's the middle of the night and Youngwoon is standing; pajama pants hung low on his hips and a bare torso.
There's a phone against his ear and he's stilled as if he were petrified.
"I'm sorry Mr. Kim. Do you want to come down to the hospital to claim his affects?" The voice asks through the receiver without a bit of remorse. Youngwoon thinks that it's okay; the doctor probably has to make a lot of calls like this.
"Uh." He starts quite unintelligently. He doesn't know where to even begin. "Yeah, I'll be there tomorrow morning."
The doctor on the other end affirms and says his goodbyes, leaving Youngwoon in a silent - almost too silent - apartment.
He walks, still stunned, back to his bedroom where a small body stirs and turns to look at him as he sits down on the other side, the matress dipping under his weight.
"What was that about?" Her petite voice asks gently, slightly ridden with sleep.
Youngwoon runs a hand through his hair. He's doing everything in his power to hold back the sobs that are threatening to force their way out.
"Sweetie?"
He feels a pair of small, silky hands slide over his shoulders; the weight and warmth of her body leaning against his back as she embraces him from behind. Her wedding ring glints in the moonlight and he smiles fondly, a shake of his head an answer to her question.
He whispers, broken and tired. "It's okay Taeyeonie. Go back to sleep."
She doesn't believe him and hugs him close, kissing his cheek in the most comforting way she can. "Is it Jungsoo?" She asks, voice timid but knowing.
Sometimes, he wonders how she knows him so well. Sometimes, he wonders how she's able to read him like an open book. Youngwoon laughs, bitterly. Because now, nothing really matters anymore.
"Yeah."
Taeyeon bites her lip and brushes a few strands of hair away from his face. His hair has grown longer, down past his ears; she's always liked that look on him. "Oh honey." A whisper and another kiss on his cheek as she holds him tight, her heart hurting from the way his shoulders finally shake with sobs. "I'm so sorry."
The three of them had always been something special. They'd met in college, instantly creating a strong bond between them. Youngwoon being the typical, strong protector of the group who would stand up for any of them if needed. Taeyeon was the pretty, popular girl who had a beautiful personality and whom everyone loved. Jungsoo was the kid with bright smile, a bright mind, and a bright personality but who was sick most of the time and spent most of his school days in a hospital.
Despite that, the three of them were inseparable. Taeyeon would always bring Jungsoo his homework and make sure she taught him what he'd missed. Youngwoon would always tell him stories about their teachers and make him laugh even when he was having a hard day. They would laugh together, cry together. They did everything together.
Jungsoo loved his two friends; one, however, a bit more than the other.
"Hyung!" Youngwoon announced one day, bursting through the hospital door. "I brought jajjangmyeon!"
Sure enough, the delicious smell of noodles wafted through the room as soon as the younger boy reached the bed Jungsoo was sitting in. Jungsoo laughed, a smile so big it reached his eyes on his face. "Youngwoon ah, I told you not to."
"I know, I know." The other dismissed, waving a hand at his hyung. "But you deserve a treat. I got some early christmas money from my parents."
Jungsoo watched with a fond smile as his best friend unpacked the bag of noodles he'd brought, knowing that his generosity was limitless. It was one of the things that made his heart fill up with love on days that were especially hard.
He only neglected to mention that day just how sick he really was.
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Summary: Cho Kyuhyun finally decides to do something about his crush.
kyuhyun/seohyun, pg
He'd been watching her for a long time. Kyuhyun wasn't a stalker or anything, or at least, he wouldn't go that far when describing himself. He just happened to be at the right places at the right time. He knew she had a part time job handing out balloons and creating cheer with that ridiculous outfit of hers, but he found it extremely endearing and he would be content with just watching her day in and day out.
Sometimes, he would sketch her when she wasn't looking. He always carried his drawing equipment with him in his backpack because he found beauty in everything. Trees, pavements, children playing; everything was an inspiration. But there was a certain, subtle beauty about her that captivated him.
He'd watch her interact with the children that passed the fountain, young couples sitting on the steps as they held each other. She seemed like an always happy, always carefree girl and it attracted him.
Sometimes, she would be sad as well. He could tell from her less than energetic way of carrying herself around and it would be days like these when he would wonder what was going through her mind. He pondered what she looked like beneath that large, anime-esque head she had to wear. He'd only ever seen a glance of the side of her face and the end parts of her hair but looks had never really mattered much. The way she carried herself and seemed so poised was more than enough.
Today was one of the days when she seemed like she was in a good mood. Kyuhyun couldn't help but smile from his place on the steps of the church, pencil in hand as he looked over towards her. She was wearing a pink, white-dotted dress and the head she was wearing had a pink bow in the hair on the right side. He watched her bend down to cheer up a small child, and he laughed when the girl placed her palm flat on the girl's face much to her surprise.
Kyuhyun had never been good at talking to girls, but he knew what love was. He knew what that little flutter in the pit of your stomach meant and he had already fallen hard.
It was starting to get cold and late in the afternoon and the area around the fountain was pretty much abandoned by now. Kyuhyun twirled the pencil around his fingers before he decided to go talk to her, finally. He'd planned on using the courage he'd tried building up over the last couple of weeks and just hope for the best. It was uncharacteristic of him, but for once, he figured he had to step out of his box. He packed up his things and trotted down the stairs, quietly watching her out of the corner of his eye. She was sitting down on a chair and was pulling the oversized head off her shoulders, obviously tired from a hard day's work.
It took Kyuhyun totally by surprise when he laid eyes on her for the first time. He hadn't imagined her being so beautiful. Her hair was long and straight and was a gentle, chesnut color. Her eyes were smiling and her face was youthful and pure. Kyuhyun thought his heart stopped for a second when she looked at him and they made eye contact for a brief second. In a panic, he hid behind the fountain, eyes wide and heart thumping against his chest.
"Okay, calm down Kyuhyun. She has no idea who you are. You need to go introduce yourself." He said to himself. With those words in mind, he took a couple of calming breaths (which, by the way, did nothing for his health) and peered out from the other side of the fountain. She was still sitting on the chair, pulling off her shoes with a relieved expression on her face. He couldn't blame her. A long day of walking around in heels would kill anyone.
Finally, with determination in his heart and a fickle belief that he wouldn't screw this up, he stepped slowly up beside her and cleared his throat lightly. She let out a small yelp and when he found her looking at him, he felt a deep blush rise to his cheeks. "Um, hi... I'm--oh."
Before he'd even had a chance to introduce himself, she was standing up, putting the oversized head over her own head (backwards, Kyuhyun noted with a smile) and she began walking away, seemingly distraught somehow. Kyuhyun wanted to stop her since he seemed to have startled her, but he couldn't form the words and only watched her retreating back with a sinking heart.
Good job, Cho Kyuhyun.