in the year of my decline
100 super junior fics challenge ★
because everyone needs some challenge in their life
sucking freezies in the rain
started november 20, 2007 (technically april 15, 2008)
progress 3/100
001 freefall (eeteuk/kangin) kangin
it was three years ago. we had met through another friend, introduced i should say. "jungsu, this is youngwoon. youngwoon, this is jungsu. now, i'm going to go get you drinks. stay."
he had left in a flash of butter hair, coming back with red plastic cups full of sugar and alcohol. we drank, we talked, and we lasted for two years. it happened, it stopped, and i thought it was done.
three years from then, it's someone else. "jungsu! jungsu!" he calls him over, his hair is darker and longer, he looks kind of like a shadow. he walks over, i can tell he recognizes me instantly. "this is youngwoon. youngwoon," he looks back at me, cheerily, "this is jungsu."
i won't lie. it was strange to see you again. he smiles, the same exact smile, and extends a hand in the space just between us. "yeah," he says, teeth white, face glowing, "i think we've met before."
we sat and talked as if nothing had happened, as if we were mere acquaintances. at the end of the party, we catch a taxi. as we stand outside waiting in silence, in the dark with the stars twinkling and sparkling overhead, it starts to pour. it starts to pour in that instant.
the drive is in silence. i'm wondering if you're thinking i'm sad. i'm wondering if you're sad. it's humorous; i'm trying to remember your age, your last name, where you're from. i can't remember at all.
a few lights race past us and the taxi stops outside of a classy building. you look over at me with the same dimpled smile, genuine and fake all at the same time i'm sure. i extend my hand once again.
your warm hand brushes against my palm ever so softly before we grasp, shake shake firmly, smile back at him. i gave what i gave, i'm not sorry i met you, i'm not sorry it's over, i'm not sorry there's nothing to save.
you leave.
002 christmas (heechul/ryeowook) ryeowook
we're very young when i meet you. a village in the hills, houses buried to the window sills in crisp, pure white snow. there's a dog barking at the crescent moon or maybe at the bright stars.
"ryeowook," my mom smiles kindly at me, holding the hand of a young boy with an ordinary hair cut but a far from ordinary face. "this is heechul."
you look up at him, he is everything you wish you were. tall, thin, dainty, feminine and pretty. he looks down at you nobly, like an emperor looking at a servant. i stand immediately and bow. my mom smiles over at the wide eyed boy, heechul, "heechul, this is ryeowook, my son."
he nods and then we're left to stare awkwardly at each other. after accessing me, so awkward, almost humiliating, he looks to my feet. he sits down immediately, his hair even is left behind and folds back down on top of the others when he's settled.
"so, we're in a hospital. you have cancer. i'll be your doctor; i'm going to just break the news to you, okay?"
i'm not so keen on doing this until he whines, tells me that i have to because he's my hyung. there's logic there, so he makes me run and get a blanket, a clean white blanket and i come back and lay down on the ground with the blanket on top of me.
"you have cancer," he says, his face completely serious.
i feel it.
i refrain from crying and just lay there. i guess i would be waiting patiently. i guess i would already know. like a bird in a cage. like in an airplane diving straight into the ocean. an inevitable. the opposite of the smile of a child watching cartoons, the opposite of what a priest writes in his diary, the opposite of...
"you're going to die."
we both stay motionless until his sister runs over and grabs him away. i turn to my side, curl into the blankets. santa will be here soon.
003 blindfolds (hankyung/yesung) hankyung
you are roommates. you were roommates in college as well, all four years. the first year was assigned. the second year you don't know how it happened but jongwoon seemed to be expecting you, even had a gift for you, and then the years after that it just kind of happened. he had looked over your shoulders as you filled out the papers and he always pointed at the last line, "me." so you wrote it in and it happened.
now college is over, thank god, but you still live together. it's kind of nice, because you meet him. it kind of sucks because you see the way jongwoon looks at him, almost as if a predator, and it kind of scares you.
today, his friend has red hair, it looks good on him and he notices you staring. he leaves jongwoon's side on the couch and slips onto your lap. you freeze.
his fingers run over your cheeks, warm, so graceful. you fall. he laughs the moment he sees it light in your eyes and stands up, goes back to the couch and sits at the opposite end of jongwoon but then lets his head set in his lap.
jongwoon just looks hard at you. "don't be blinded by his looks."
you think about it for a while. blinded by his looks? is he not as graceful as he looks? as gorgeous, as simply dynamic as he appears to be? no, you're pretty sure he's everything he looks, and much, much, much more.
when he leaves later that night, you say goodbye to him at the door with jongwoon. when the door clicks shut, he turns to you. "i'll blindfold you the next time he comes over, if you want." he walks away without letting you answer.
you're confused...
← ... ★ its death for the living →
...more later. all the stories are connected. it might make sense at the end, it might not. feel free to ask questions.
because everyone needs some challenge in their life
sucking freezies in the rain
started november 20, 2007 (technically april 15, 2008)
progress 3/100
001 freefall (eeteuk/kangin) kangin
it was three years ago. we had met through another friend, introduced i should say. "jungsu, this is youngwoon. youngwoon, this is jungsu. now, i'm going to go get you drinks. stay."
he had left in a flash of butter hair, coming back with red plastic cups full of sugar and alcohol. we drank, we talked, and we lasted for two years. it happened, it stopped, and i thought it was done.
three years from then, it's someone else. "jungsu! jungsu!" he calls him over, his hair is darker and longer, he looks kind of like a shadow. he walks over, i can tell he recognizes me instantly. "this is youngwoon. youngwoon," he looks back at me, cheerily, "this is jungsu."
i won't lie. it was strange to see you again. he smiles, the same exact smile, and extends a hand in the space just between us. "yeah," he says, teeth white, face glowing, "i think we've met before."
we sat and talked as if nothing had happened, as if we were mere acquaintances. at the end of the party, we catch a taxi. as we stand outside waiting in silence, in the dark with the stars twinkling and sparkling overhead, it starts to pour. it starts to pour in that instant.
the drive is in silence. i'm wondering if you're thinking i'm sad. i'm wondering if you're sad. it's humorous; i'm trying to remember your age, your last name, where you're from. i can't remember at all.
a few lights race past us and the taxi stops outside of a classy building. you look over at me with the same dimpled smile, genuine and fake all at the same time i'm sure. i extend my hand once again.
your warm hand brushes against my palm ever so softly before we grasp, shake shake firmly, smile back at him. i gave what i gave, i'm not sorry i met you, i'm not sorry it's over, i'm not sorry there's nothing to save.
you leave.
002 christmas (heechul/ryeowook) ryeowook
we're very young when i meet you. a village in the hills, houses buried to the window sills in crisp, pure white snow. there's a dog barking at the crescent moon or maybe at the bright stars.
"ryeowook," my mom smiles kindly at me, holding the hand of a young boy with an ordinary hair cut but a far from ordinary face. "this is heechul."
you look up at him, he is everything you wish you were. tall, thin, dainty, feminine and pretty. he looks down at you nobly, like an emperor looking at a servant. i stand immediately and bow. my mom smiles over at the wide eyed boy, heechul, "heechul, this is ryeowook, my son."
he nods and then we're left to stare awkwardly at each other. after accessing me, so awkward, almost humiliating, he looks to my feet. he sits down immediately, his hair even is left behind and folds back down on top of the others when he's settled.
"so, we're in a hospital. you have cancer. i'll be your doctor; i'm going to just break the news to you, okay?"
i'm not so keen on doing this until he whines, tells me that i have to because he's my hyung. there's logic there, so he makes me run and get a blanket, a clean white blanket and i come back and lay down on the ground with the blanket on top of me.
"you have cancer," he says, his face completely serious.
i feel it.
i refrain from crying and just lay there. i guess i would be waiting patiently. i guess i would already know. like a bird in a cage. like in an airplane diving straight into the ocean. an inevitable. the opposite of the smile of a child watching cartoons, the opposite of what a priest writes in his diary, the opposite of...
"you're going to die."
we both stay motionless until his sister runs over and grabs him away. i turn to my side, curl into the blankets. santa will be here soon.
003 blindfolds (hankyung/yesung) hankyung
you are roommates. you were roommates in college as well, all four years. the first year was assigned. the second year you don't know how it happened but jongwoon seemed to be expecting you, even had a gift for you, and then the years after that it just kind of happened. he had looked over your shoulders as you filled out the papers and he always pointed at the last line, "me." so you wrote it in and it happened.
now college is over, thank god, but you still live together. it's kind of nice, because you meet him. it kind of sucks because you see the way jongwoon looks at him, almost as if a predator, and it kind of scares you.
today, his friend has red hair, it looks good on him and he notices you staring. he leaves jongwoon's side on the couch and slips onto your lap. you freeze.
his fingers run over your cheeks, warm, so graceful. you fall. he laughs the moment he sees it light in your eyes and stands up, goes back to the couch and sits at the opposite end of jongwoon but then lets his head set in his lap.
jongwoon just looks hard at you. "don't be blinded by his looks."
you think about it for a while. blinded by his looks? is he not as graceful as he looks? as gorgeous, as simply dynamic as he appears to be? no, you're pretty sure he's everything he looks, and much, much, much more.
when he leaves later that night, you say goodbye to him at the door with jongwoon. when the door clicks shut, he turns to you. "i'll blindfold you the next time he comes over, if you want." he walks away without letting you answer.
you're confused...
← ... ★ its death for the living →
...more later. all the stories are connected. it might make sense at the end, it might not. feel free to ask questions.