its death for the living
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 5/100
004 chocolate (yesung/shindong) yesung
heechul extends a chocolate bar, waving it just close enough for me to smell. i don't bother trying to show interest; he'll just take it away.
in back, geng sits like a puppy, somewhat excited, somewhat nervous. i have no idea why. it is my reunion and he offered to keep me company. granted, i'm not sure if he knew heechul was coming or not.
...not that it's a problem either way.
"you look so pale, jongwoon," heechul purrs and leans over all the delicate machinery between us. "eat the chocolate, jongwoon~ eat it~"
i open my mouth. normally, i'd reach for it myself, take a bite without having the bar be guided to my lips... but heechul would never let me do that. i bite down and he snaps off the rest of it, smiling, and then takes a bite himself before passing it back to geng. geng eats it merrily and passes it back to me. heechul snatches it away and quickly finishes it off.
it's my reunion and yet it's heechul who strings himself through the various social groups, laughing like he was one of us, geng following him around like a little puppy.
at the end of the night, there is another. shin donghee. i remember him, the class clown of all my classes, all of them, every single one. he sat in the back, he dated nearly every girl in the school, getting a new one before leaving the last. his face hasn't changed.
somehow, he got heechul, and he looks at me as if he knows. whatever, i tell myself, and somehow end up with geng rolling into fits of laughter off of my arm. i laugh with narrowed eyes. i laugh with calculation.
"jongwoon, this is donghee," heechul says. whenever heechul introduces you to someone, there's a very large possibility that it will change your life. donghee grabs my hand and we shake. "he says you guys were in all the same classes. that must've sucked."
by the end of the night, we're at a bar i remember sneaking into when i was seventeen. it looked nicer then, but i guess five years ages anything; no one can escape time. geng has been passed out for the last hour and heechul just keeps ordering us drinks. i'm not sure if he's had anything, but he's paying. or maybe that's my money... it's probably donghee's. heechul does that.
donghee shifts in his seat, i can smell chocolate on his breath. chocolate. why chocolate. "can't we be friends?" he asks.
"no."
"i just want to be your friend." he slurs, "i just wanted to be your friend."
he moves into the city a week later. geng can't stop going on about how wonderful he is, how good at dancing he is, how funny he is. heechul laughs in my face, "what's wrong with you?"
geng hugs me from behind. i'm stuck between their stupidity. "jongwoon, he's funny, you'd like him," he says into my ear. he still has that accent. "you would, really. i bet he was hilarious in high school, too."
oh, yes, he was hilarious. would he still be funny if i wasn't watching him?
005 overworked (ryeowook/kibum) ryeowook
"how could you do that to me!" she yells. he just stands, casual, hands in pockets, not looking at her straight in the eyes, but perhaps her mouth, maybe her chin, maybe her neck. not her eyes.
"i loved you! how could you lie to me! how long... how long..." she starts sobbing, her voices wavering. her legs seem to give out on her and she crouches. her hands are clasped together over her heart, and then over her mouth to stifle her anguish. "why..."
he stands, shifts weight from one foot to the other. he takes a big breath, looks up to the beautiful blue sky above. when he looks back down, it looks like he wants to say something, but his phone rings. some song in english. there is a pause.
"is that her."
he reaches in his pocket, opens it, speaks in english. "hey." pause, flashes a gorgeous smile, white and bright. "nothing really, i'm a bit tired. exhausted, actually. there's a ton of work here, it's a lot different from high school." pause, longer than the first. "i need to go." pause, a small laugh. "no, they're not overworking me, don't worry. i'll call you back later." pause. "you, too." hangs up. i only catch a few words.
she's crying, hiding her face. he takes one look at her, sighs as if he just threw out an old, broken toy after hanging on to it just for the sake of the memories. he comes toward me.
our eyes lock and then he looks away. i can't look away. he looks so young, so fresh, handsome yet with some quality that makes him look as if nothing is worth his time. relaxed, cool.
he sort of looks like he has no personality.
i turn and walk away, even though she's still there, crying. there's nothing i can do, right...
← in the year of my decline ★ the thunder and the laughter →
if there's anything confusing, let me know. i'll answer most questions :) and as a reminder, all stories are connected.
because everyone needs some challenge in their life
sucking freezies in the rain
started november 20, 2007 (technically april 15, 2008)
progress 5/100
004 chocolate (yesung/shindong) yesung
heechul extends a chocolate bar, waving it just close enough for me to smell. i don't bother trying to show interest; he'll just take it away.
in back, geng sits like a puppy, somewhat excited, somewhat nervous. i have no idea why. it is my reunion and he offered to keep me company. granted, i'm not sure if he knew heechul was coming or not.
...not that it's a problem either way.
"you look so pale, jongwoon," heechul purrs and leans over all the delicate machinery between us. "eat the chocolate, jongwoon~ eat it~"
i open my mouth. normally, i'd reach for it myself, take a bite without having the bar be guided to my lips... but heechul would never let me do that. i bite down and he snaps off the rest of it, smiling, and then takes a bite himself before passing it back to geng. geng eats it merrily and passes it back to me. heechul snatches it away and quickly finishes it off.
it's my reunion and yet it's heechul who strings himself through the various social groups, laughing like he was one of us, geng following him around like a little puppy.
at the end of the night, there is another. shin donghee. i remember him, the class clown of all my classes, all of them, every single one. he sat in the back, he dated nearly every girl in the school, getting a new one before leaving the last. his face hasn't changed.
somehow, he got heechul, and he looks at me as if he knows. whatever, i tell myself, and somehow end up with geng rolling into fits of laughter off of my arm. i laugh with narrowed eyes. i laugh with calculation.
"jongwoon, this is donghee," heechul says. whenever heechul introduces you to someone, there's a very large possibility that it will change your life. donghee grabs my hand and we shake. "he says you guys were in all the same classes. that must've sucked."
by the end of the night, we're at a bar i remember sneaking into when i was seventeen. it looked nicer then, but i guess five years ages anything; no one can escape time. geng has been passed out for the last hour and heechul just keeps ordering us drinks. i'm not sure if he's had anything, but he's paying. or maybe that's my money... it's probably donghee's. heechul does that.
donghee shifts in his seat, i can smell chocolate on his breath. chocolate. why chocolate. "can't we be friends?" he asks.
"no."
"i just want to be your friend." he slurs, "i just wanted to be your friend."
he moves into the city a week later. geng can't stop going on about how wonderful he is, how good at dancing he is, how funny he is. heechul laughs in my face, "what's wrong with you?"
geng hugs me from behind. i'm stuck between their stupidity. "jongwoon, he's funny, you'd like him," he says into my ear. he still has that accent. "you would, really. i bet he was hilarious in high school, too."
oh, yes, he was hilarious. would he still be funny if i wasn't watching him?
005 overworked (ryeowook/kibum) ryeowook
"how could you do that to me!" she yells. he just stands, casual, hands in pockets, not looking at her straight in the eyes, but perhaps her mouth, maybe her chin, maybe her neck. not her eyes.
"i loved you! how could you lie to me! how long... how long..." she starts sobbing, her voices wavering. her legs seem to give out on her and she crouches. her hands are clasped together over her heart, and then over her mouth to stifle her anguish. "why..."
he stands, shifts weight from one foot to the other. he takes a big breath, looks up to the beautiful blue sky above. when he looks back down, it looks like he wants to say something, but his phone rings. some song in english. there is a pause.
"is that her."
he reaches in his pocket, opens it, speaks in english. "hey." pause, flashes a gorgeous smile, white and bright. "nothing really, i'm a bit tired. exhausted, actually. there's a ton of work here, it's a lot different from high school." pause, longer than the first. "i need to go." pause, a small laugh. "no, they're not overworking me, don't worry. i'll call you back later." pause. "you, too." hangs up. i only catch a few words.
she's crying, hiding her face. he takes one look at her, sighs as if he just threw out an old, broken toy after hanging on to it just for the sake of the memories. he comes toward me.
our eyes lock and then he looks away. i can't look away. he looks so young, so fresh, handsome yet with some quality that makes him look as if nothing is worth his time. relaxed, cool.
he sort of looks like he has no personality.
i turn and walk away, even though she's still there, crying. there's nothing i can do, right...
← in the year of my decline ★ the thunder and the laughter →
if there's anything confusing, let me know. i'll answer most questions :) and as a reminder, all stories are connected.