The world through the shattered glass.
DISCLAIMER : I DO NOT OWN ANY PART OF SME NOR SUPER JUNIOR NOR THEIR MUSIC. the story is fictional. no copyright infringement intended. The boys own themselves ;]
Title : The world through the shattered glass.
Type : One Shot(?)
Genre: Angst/Romance
Pairing : HanChul
Rating : PG-13 (Boys Love)
Summary : A tragic accident that tore apart two lovers.
A/N: this story is based on the situation created after Hangeng leaves SM. But the after the SuJu accident where Heechul and Kyuhun oppas got seriously injured T_T
Warnings: character death
I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad, the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had."
- Mad World
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The world outside the door bustled with noise. Constant footsteps walking past and fading In to the distance. Voices shouted orders, conversed freely and floated In to the room through the crack of space under the door.
He closed his eyes and leaned back into the chair, tilting it slightly on the hind legs. The light from the dressing table scorched his face forcing his eyes shut. He could hear the world and feel Its silent vengeance. It's injustice.
Cold arms wrapped around his neck and fell loose onto his chest. His eyes opened at the contact, as he gazed up at the visitor. A genuine smile that hadn't appeared on his face for months past, spread out like a silk veil, bathing the visitor in it's warmth.
"hey"
His eyes fluttered close at the sound of the voice as his ears greedily devoured the melody with which it sang.
"hey"
He felt his aching heart unclenching and drowning itself in the warmth that was surrounding himself.
The silence wasn't unfriendly. It wasn't suffocating. It was accepting. It was peaceful. His visitor's arms tightened around his neck as he leaned forward- hugging him from behind. The gesture had him lifting his hands to place them on the visitor's arms.
"I've missed you"
He spoke up, his words heavy with emotions, and he felt his visitor wrap his arms tighter.
"Of course you did"
His visitor replied- a chuckle grazing his words. He chuckled along for a moment.
Silence fell around them once more. The constant ticking of the clock bumped from one wall to another and echoed around the room. Feet scrambled past as voices echoed from the hallway outside.
The door opened suddenly, the noises from the outside racing into the silent room. He lifted his eyes to the man standing at the doorway as he slowly climbed to his feet.
"Hangeng, you're on in 10 minutes" His manager hyung announced, walking around the room, collecting the needed materials.
Having found the materials, the manager hurried to the door, and stopped as he waited for Hangeng. He walked the distance to the door and turned around, eyes scanning the room one last time.
"What's wrong Geng?"
He looked at the empty spot behind his previously occupied chair, as his heart fell to his stomach once more.
"Nothing.. Lets go"
He replied turning back around.
3 years. And you're not here.
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The concert hall erupted in cheers and applause. His eyes scanned the unfamiliar faces of the crowd as he desperately searched for a face.
He's not there. He's not.
His eyelids felt heavy and he let them fall, the noises fading into the background.
"You're Chinese?" The stranger questioned, as his curious eyes scanned each angle of his face.
"Yah.." He replied, taken aback by the attention he was garnering.
He was new to Korea, and his korean wasn't as good. He wasn't sure how to communicate with most of the people, but he understood basics. He was scared, but something about this man- this stranger- made him feel warm. comfortable. Like he was home.
"I'm the Almighty Handsome Guy in Super Junior Heechul. Kim Heechul" The stranger announced, a smirk twitching at his lips.
The statement made him laugh. Maybe it was the confidence in which he spoke. Or maybe it was the warmth that he made him feel. Regardless of the reason. He laughed.
Heechul watched in amusement as he laughed, then threw an arm around the Chinese man's shoulder and dragged him towards the rest of the group that have curiously watched the exchange.
His eyes opened slowly. The lights, the screams, the applause, the fireworks, the stage - it all seemed to accept him. They embraced him - with love. His eyes watered as a single tear escaped.
You made me.
"Thank you. Thank you." He yelled into the microphone, as the screams grew louder.
Thank you Heechul
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The car pulled over into park. His eyes shifted to the bouquet of white flowers that lay wrapped in the white ribbon next to him. The driver climbed out of the car and looked around the deserted graveyard before softly tapping on the tinted window. Hangeng picked up the flowers and climbed out of the car. Darkness was falling about around them, the sun drowning into a bloody pink sky.
Pink. He liked the color once. When it hung low over his shoulder in a light pink shirt. When it draped over them as he slept peacefully in his arms. When it adorned the pillows that comforted his tiring head.
But not anymore. It reminded him of an existence he missed. He needed. An existence that he knew wasn't ever returning to him.
His fingers tightened around the flower bouquet as he stepped forward.
With every step he took, memories flooded his mind and threatened to break through, yet he held them back as he slowly approached the iron rimmed gates of the cemetery.
This isn't where I wanted to meet you. This isn't...
Another car pulled into park behind his own. He watched curiously as the driver climbed out and ran for the passenger door. As the door slowly opened a man climbed out, clad in black. He took a moment before reaching back inside the car. A bouquet of pinks and white, and a few yellows. Hankyung flinched at the sight of the color, as the other man silently stared at the flowers a moment before turning around.
"H-Hyung?" The visitor calls out his eyes recognizing the chinese man that he had known for years.
Hankyung nodded in greeting as a wave of strange emotions crashed within him at the sight of his dongsaeng from Super Junior and Super Junior M.
"Siwon" He replied.
"It's been a while" Siwon commented, as he walked towards him.
"Yah" He replied short, as he slowly reached out to the iron rimmed gate that separated him from his resting lover.
Siwon followed suit and the two slowly fell into pace, the gravel crunching beneath their shoes as they silently made way past tombstones.
He slowed down in his pace as his eyes slowly darted from one tombstone to another. Name. Date of Birth. Date of Death. And family. He felt the familiar hollowness spilling from his heart and flowing through his veins.
This human life. How pathetic. For all the times that we're cried and laughed, and all the memories we can never forget, it takes a single gravestone to mark the life and death of a person.
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He paused in his tracks a feet steps away from Hangeng. He turned around, eyes slowly sweeping their surrounding, to finally rest on their target.
He said nothing as he walked back towards the chinese man. He wasn't sure what to say.
"Pathetic" Hangeng breathed, eyes lifting from wandering tombstones to the white flowers in his hand.
"What is?" He inquired, unsure whether he should pretend not to have heard him, or to inquire his thoughts.
He fell silent for a moment. They both did. As the silence dragged on, Hangeng stepped forward, turning around slightly over his shoulder to examine their surroundings once more. His eyes finally fell on him .
"This human life." He replied simply, as he turned back around and walked on.
He exhaled heavily as he followed suit. His words held meaning. Very deep at that. And he knew, that those deep words, had a much deeper story behind them. Deep and tormenting.
He understood- more or less. It had been hard on everyone of them.
After the incident, the dorms had been dead, in every literal meaning of the word. The members had been silent, each moment. Each in their own room, or those that they shared, no words spoken between them. The managers had taken care of their usually busy schedules, as they talked over, as surprised and in mourning as they were, of the actions they should take for the future of band.
But they all knew who had it harder. He stared at the back of the man walking ahead of him. His heart fell low as he noticed how frail and thin his hyung had gotten over the years.
3 years. He reminisced. He remembered every detail of the incident, and he knew that him and the rest of Super Junior and ELF were in little danger of ever forgetting the nightmare.
His thoughts leading him on, he continued after the chinese man who was now a few feet away from him.
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The evening bled a dark bloody red as darkness began to fall around them. The world was silent or it could have been the graveyard, he wasn't sure which one it was.
He made way down the familiar trail, Siwon behind him. A few more turns and he was there.
The grave site was cleaned and covered in flowers. The first few months and year, the flowers had been so much that they trailed from the pathway through all the way around the grave. Yet, over the years, they grew less, yet still haven't disappeared. And he was glad it was so. His eyes trailed off the wilted flowers organized all around the tombstone as he reached for a pink daisy that was lying near the foot of the grave.
He fell into his usual routine, cleaning the grave site, and arranging the fresh flowers accordingly- Siwon fell into step with him and helped around. They silently moved about, changing flowers, wiping, dusting, yet didn't utter a single word to each other. What need be said, was said in their eyes. They knew the pain was too much for human languages. So neither bothered, simply ensued their tasks.
After the clean up, he neatly set up his flowers in an empty vase and place them, next to Siwon's.
Siwon sat down first, plopping down onto the grass as he finally decided to rest too.
They sat in silence for a while longer. The black veil of the sky stretched around them as each fell deeper into their own thoughts.
"They all lead back to him." He spoke up through the silence, to practically nobody but himself. Siwon looked over slowly, his eyes boring into the deep pools of nothingness of those of the Chinese man.
"All the thoughts. Every street corner. Each fan I have. The concert halls. The stage lights. Breathing." He trailed off.
Siwon eyed him, almost sympathetically. He felt him lift a hand and place it on his shoulder, before giving him an affectionate squeeze.
He turned around. Their eyes met, and he could see the concern on his dongsaeng's face.
He turned back to face the grave once more.
"All my memories. all of my best memories. my memories of him and me. They're the best I've ever had. " His eyes lifted to the name etched onto the rock.
Kim Heechul.
Unknown to him, a tear escaped his eyes. He closed his eyes, as Siwon's hand on his shoulder tightened his grip. He felt the loss of warmth as Siwon shifted, retracting the hand, as he moved closer.
The night slowly continued to fall around them as he leaned into his dongsaeng's warm hug.
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sooooooooooooooooooo. i had this one sitting among my notes in my ipod for over a month. And i finally decided to update. lol. To end as a one shot or continue? will depend on comments and requests. so comment loves :) <3
(credits to owners)
Title : The world through the shattered glass.
Type : One Shot(?)
Genre: Angst/Romance
Pairing : HanChul
Rating : PG-13 (Boys Love)
Summary : A tragic accident that tore apart two lovers.
A/N: this story is based on the situation created after Hangeng leaves SM. But the after the SuJu accident where Heechul and Kyuhun oppas got seriously injured T_T
Warnings: character death
I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad, the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had."
- Mad World
--------
The world outside the door bustled with noise. Constant footsteps walking past and fading In to the distance. Voices shouted orders, conversed freely and floated In to the room through the crack of space under the door.
He closed his eyes and leaned back into the chair, tilting it slightly on the hind legs. The light from the dressing table scorched his face forcing his eyes shut. He could hear the world and feel Its silent vengeance. It's injustice.
Cold arms wrapped around his neck and fell loose onto his chest. His eyes opened at the contact, as he gazed up at the visitor. A genuine smile that hadn't appeared on his face for months past, spread out like a silk veil, bathing the visitor in it's warmth.
"hey"
His eyes fluttered close at the sound of the voice as his ears greedily devoured the melody with which it sang.
"hey"
He felt his aching heart unclenching and drowning itself in the warmth that was surrounding himself.
The silence wasn't unfriendly. It wasn't suffocating. It was accepting. It was peaceful. His visitor's arms tightened around his neck as he leaned forward- hugging him from behind. The gesture had him lifting his hands to place them on the visitor's arms.
"I've missed you"
He spoke up, his words heavy with emotions, and he felt his visitor wrap his arms tighter.
"Of course you did"
His visitor replied- a chuckle grazing his words. He chuckled along for a moment.
Silence fell around them once more. The constant ticking of the clock bumped from one wall to another and echoed around the room. Feet scrambled past as voices echoed from the hallway outside.
The door opened suddenly, the noises from the outside racing into the silent room. He lifted his eyes to the man standing at the doorway as he slowly climbed to his feet.
"Hangeng, you're on in 10 minutes" His manager hyung announced, walking around the room, collecting the needed materials.
Having found the materials, the manager hurried to the door, and stopped as he waited for Hangeng. He walked the distance to the door and turned around, eyes scanning the room one last time.
"What's wrong Geng?"
He looked at the empty spot behind his previously occupied chair, as his heart fell to his stomach once more.
"Nothing.. Lets go"
He replied turning back around.
3 years. And you're not here.
--------
The concert hall erupted in cheers and applause. His eyes scanned the unfamiliar faces of the crowd as he desperately searched for a face.
He's not there. He's not.
His eyelids felt heavy and he let them fall, the noises fading into the background.
"You're Chinese?" The stranger questioned, as his curious eyes scanned each angle of his face.
"Yah.." He replied, taken aback by the attention he was garnering.
He was new to Korea, and his korean wasn't as good. He wasn't sure how to communicate with most of the people, but he understood basics. He was scared, but something about this man- this stranger- made him feel warm. comfortable. Like he was home.
"I'm the Almighty Handsome Guy in Super Junior Heechul. Kim Heechul" The stranger announced, a smirk twitching at his lips.
The statement made him laugh. Maybe it was the confidence in which he spoke. Or maybe it was the warmth that he made him feel. Regardless of the reason. He laughed.
Heechul watched in amusement as he laughed, then threw an arm around the Chinese man's shoulder and dragged him towards the rest of the group that have curiously watched the exchange.
His eyes opened slowly. The lights, the screams, the applause, the fireworks, the stage - it all seemed to accept him. They embraced him - with love. His eyes watered as a single tear escaped.
You made me.
"Thank you. Thank you." He yelled into the microphone, as the screams grew louder.
Thank you Heechul
---------
The car pulled over into park. His eyes shifted to the bouquet of white flowers that lay wrapped in the white ribbon next to him. The driver climbed out of the car and looked around the deserted graveyard before softly tapping on the tinted window. Hangeng picked up the flowers and climbed out of the car. Darkness was falling about around them, the sun drowning into a bloody pink sky.
Pink. He liked the color once. When it hung low over his shoulder in a light pink shirt. When it draped over them as he slept peacefully in his arms. When it adorned the pillows that comforted his tiring head.
But not anymore. It reminded him of an existence he missed. He needed. An existence that he knew wasn't ever returning to him.
His fingers tightened around the flower bouquet as he stepped forward.
With every step he took, memories flooded his mind and threatened to break through, yet he held them back as he slowly approached the iron rimmed gates of the cemetery.
This isn't where I wanted to meet you. This isn't...
Another car pulled into park behind his own. He watched curiously as the driver climbed out and ran for the passenger door. As the door slowly opened a man climbed out, clad in black. He took a moment before reaching back inside the car. A bouquet of pinks and white, and a few yellows. Hankyung flinched at the sight of the color, as the other man silently stared at the flowers a moment before turning around.
"H-Hyung?" The visitor calls out his eyes recognizing the chinese man that he had known for years.
Hankyung nodded in greeting as a wave of strange emotions crashed within him at the sight of his dongsaeng from Super Junior and Super Junior M.
"Siwon" He replied.
"It's been a while" Siwon commented, as he walked towards him.
"Yah" He replied short, as he slowly reached out to the iron rimmed gate that separated him from his resting lover.
Siwon followed suit and the two slowly fell into pace, the gravel crunching beneath their shoes as they silently made way past tombstones.
He slowed down in his pace as his eyes slowly darted from one tombstone to another. Name. Date of Birth. Date of Death. And family. He felt the familiar hollowness spilling from his heart and flowing through his veins.
This human life. How pathetic. For all the times that we're cried and laughed, and all the memories we can never forget, it takes a single gravestone to mark the life and death of a person.
----------------
He paused in his tracks a feet steps away from Hangeng. He turned around, eyes slowly sweeping their surrounding, to finally rest on their target.
He said nothing as he walked back towards the chinese man. He wasn't sure what to say.
"Pathetic" Hangeng breathed, eyes lifting from wandering tombstones to the white flowers in his hand.
"What is?" He inquired, unsure whether he should pretend not to have heard him, or to inquire his thoughts.
He fell silent for a moment. They both did. As the silence dragged on, Hangeng stepped forward, turning around slightly over his shoulder to examine their surroundings once more. His eyes finally fell on him .
"This human life." He replied simply, as he turned back around and walked on.
He exhaled heavily as he followed suit. His words held meaning. Very deep at that. And he knew, that those deep words, had a much deeper story behind them. Deep and tormenting.
He understood- more or less. It had been hard on everyone of them.
After the incident, the dorms had been dead, in every literal meaning of the word. The members had been silent, each moment. Each in their own room, or those that they shared, no words spoken between them. The managers had taken care of their usually busy schedules, as they talked over, as surprised and in mourning as they were, of the actions they should take for the future of band.
But they all knew who had it harder. He stared at the back of the man walking ahead of him. His heart fell low as he noticed how frail and thin his hyung had gotten over the years.
3 years. He reminisced. He remembered every detail of the incident, and he knew that him and the rest of Super Junior and ELF were in little danger of ever forgetting the nightmare.
His thoughts leading him on, he continued after the chinese man who was now a few feet away from him.
------
The evening bled a dark bloody red as darkness began to fall around them. The world was silent or it could have been the graveyard, he wasn't sure which one it was.
He made way down the familiar trail, Siwon behind him. A few more turns and he was there.
The grave site was cleaned and covered in flowers. The first few months and year, the flowers had been so much that they trailed from the pathway through all the way around the grave. Yet, over the years, they grew less, yet still haven't disappeared. And he was glad it was so. His eyes trailed off the wilted flowers organized all around the tombstone as he reached for a pink daisy that was lying near the foot of the grave.
He fell into his usual routine, cleaning the grave site, and arranging the fresh flowers accordingly- Siwon fell into step with him and helped around. They silently moved about, changing flowers, wiping, dusting, yet didn't utter a single word to each other. What need be said, was said in their eyes. They knew the pain was too much for human languages. So neither bothered, simply ensued their tasks.
After the clean up, he neatly set up his flowers in an empty vase and place them, next to Siwon's.
Siwon sat down first, plopping down onto the grass as he finally decided to rest too.
They sat in silence for a while longer. The black veil of the sky stretched around them as each fell deeper into their own thoughts.
"They all lead back to him." He spoke up through the silence, to practically nobody but himself. Siwon looked over slowly, his eyes boring into the deep pools of nothingness of those of the Chinese man.
"All the thoughts. Every street corner. Each fan I have. The concert halls. The stage lights. Breathing." He trailed off.
Siwon eyed him, almost sympathetically. He felt him lift a hand and place it on his shoulder, before giving him an affectionate squeeze.
He turned around. Their eyes met, and he could see the concern on his dongsaeng's face.
He turned back to face the grave once more.
"All my memories. all of my best memories. my memories of him and me. They're the best I've ever had. " His eyes lifted to the name etched onto the rock.
Kim Heechul.
Unknown to him, a tear escaped his eyes. He closed his eyes, as Siwon's hand on his shoulder tightened his grip. He felt the loss of warmth as Siwon shifted, retracting the hand, as he moved closer.
The night slowly continued to fall around them as he leaned into his dongsaeng's warm hug.
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sooooooooooooooooooo. i had this one sitting among my notes in my ipod for over a month. And i finally decided to update. lol. To end as a one shot or continue? will depend on comments and requests. so comment loves :) <3
(credits to owners)