Distance
Distance
Kyuhyun/Seungyeon
Angst | 595 words
He stands there under the huge oak tree, leaning against the thick bark with both hands stuffed inside his pockets. He watches from afar as people start streaming in one by one, in groups, in pairs and some even came by themselves.
One person in particular stands out to him, with long wavy hair trailing down her back and a black knee-length dress he has never seen her worn before.
Must be new, he thinks to himself, still keeping his distance as he contemplates on whether he should maintain his position or go forward and approach her.
Later, he decides, as he continues to monitor her from afar.
The distance between them is already as vast as the sky; wide, empty, hollow. Yes, he still sees her, yet he couldn't touch her. Yes, he can still talk to her, but she wouldn't listen. He's done too many things he's ashamed of, he's committed lot of mistakes which have truly hurt her - mistakes which he hasn't gotten the chance to apologise for.
"Seungyeon," he breathes, yet, that is the only thing he is able to do now.
Or, is it?
He just continue to stare helplessly as one of their friends, Lee Joon, holds her by the shoulders and guide her slowly through the mass of crowd. He watches, as Joon bend his head down slightly to whisper something into Seungyeon's ear, to which the latter respond with a small nod of her head.
He isn't able to just stand back and watch anymore. Checking both left and right for any signs of on-coming vehicles, he crosses the road and make his way towards where his love is waiting.
Waiting for him.
He squeezes, and jostles his way through the people who are gathering and hovering around the small space. Muttering a few 'sorry' here and there, he finally makes his way to the front of the crowd, where Seungyeon is crouching down, with her face hidden away by her long, soft curls. He starts to reach a hand out to her, but stops himself when he remembers about the barrier and distance she has created between them.
So instead, he stands slightly behind Lee Joon, next to his left, and stares down at the crying girl.
"Tell her I'm sorry," he says to Joon, hands still shoved inside both of his pockets. "Tell her that I want to talk to her again. Tell her, that she should listen to what I have to say."
But of course, just like he had expected, Joon doesn't say anything either and simply keeps his focus solely on Seungyeon who is now fiercely brushing her tears away with the back of her hand.
"Silly Seungyeon," he says to himself and smiles. "Always trying to show others that you're strong."
Without asking if he could, he crouches down next to her and turns to look at her from the side.
"You're breaking my heart," he whispers. "Stop crying."
She doesn't.
Why would she? She never listen to anything he says anymore.
"Why are you crying anyway? Who died?" he asks carelessly.
Without waiting for an answer (not expecting one from her too), Kyuhyun follows her gaze slowly to the gray tombstone sitting in front of them.
Oh, he can feel himself choking up. Oh...
Why they haven't been talking. Why she hasn't been answering his calls. Why she hasn't been replying to his messages.
Why she hasn't been listening.
Why the distance between them has grown wider. Why, why he's been the only one trying.
Why, she has been looking totally past him the last few days.
Why, she simply doesn't look at him anymore.
Cho Kyuhyun
Beloved son, brother, friend, fiancée
Smile
Donghae/Nicole
Drabble | 462 words
He has seen his own fair share of smiles; the forced ones, the tired ones, the half-hearted insincere smiles and also, the ones which are pained and broken-hearted.
But hers - the one he sees every morning when he's on the way to work, bears some sort of remarkable beauty which he couldn't quite comprehend.
She will greet every person who approaches with a bright smile on her face, as they hand her the money and she will give them the flowers in exchange.
As sincere as it seems, he couldn't help noticing how distant and sad she appears when he finally decides to approach her one day.
"How many, sir?" she asks, still wearing her usual radiant smile, which has everyone else fooled easily, but not him.
"Just one," comes him short, simple reply.
She hands him a single stalk of red rose, which he takes and gives her a ten-dollar bill.
"Keep the change," he says with a smile. At least, he means it. His smile, that is.
"Thank you," she replies softly, averting her gaze away when he starts to hold hers for a little too long. With a small wave, he walks away from her small booth, keeping the flower tucked safely in the small compartment of his camera bag.
At the bus stop, as he stands there waiting with the other commuters, he continue to stare at her from afar, still taken in by the beautiful smile which hides a thousand, different secrets only the holder knows. It's a pity - that she's tried so hard to conceal it, yet he can still see right through her.
It isn't her fault, neither is it his.
Slowly, he raises up his DSLR and set its focus on her. His finger is already resting on the button, waiting for the right moment to make the perfect click.
Snap.
He checks it once, just as the bus pulls up to a stop in front of him, and people start to climb on-board. He smiles to himself, contented with the picture and throw another glance at her direction.
Still smiling, still lying.
He hurries up the bus, just when the doors are about to close. As it starts to pull away from the area, his eyes travel back towards where she's standing, oblivious to the fact that someone's watching her closely.
Oblivious to the fact that someone has indeed fallen in love with her sad smile.
He makes a point at the back of his mind, to develop her photo after work later and pin it up on the wall, along with the flower he had bought earlier from her.
Her caption would be - the girl whose smile got lost in transition. The girl, whose smile I will find again.
Wedding Dress
Kyuhyun/Seungyeon/Woohyun
Drabble | 358 words
It is every woman’s dream, to walk down the aisle in a long, trailing white dress which enhances their glowing beauty; while the man she has chosen to spend the rest of her life with, waits patiently with a bright elated smile.
It is every woman’s dream, to have her own happily ever after with the man she loves - and Han Seungyeon is not excluded.
For her whole life of 24 years, she’s been waiting; waiting for this day where the pieces of her life, will finally fit together.
Nothing, absolutely nothing can ruin it for her.
~
For Nam Woohyun, there isn’t anything else he has ever wanted more than Seungyeon’s happiness. He wants her to be happy, he wants her to stay happy - even if it means her happiness is with someone else, and not with him.
He came to her life a tad too late, perhaps that’s the only thing he can put the blame upon. If she had met him first, perhaps... just perhaps, she would love him just like how he loves her.
Still, he smiles.
Still, he is smiling as he sits between the guests, who are all waiting for the bride to make her grand appearance.
~
Cho Kyuhyun isn’t an idiot. He can see, he can sense, he can tell.
But he, too, isn’t a fool. He isn’t about to give his love up for someone else, as selfish as it sounds.
Because after all, isn’t love selfish? Aren’t we all, a little bit too selfish when it comes to the person we love?
Even now, as he waits, as he watches the little steps Seungyeon takes, he can still see the wistful look in both of the young man’s eyes. Even as he is smiling, he is crying. Even as he is clapping, his heart is breaking. Even as he is wishing for her to ‘be happy,’ he is silently saying ‘please don’t go.’
Kyuhyun knows.
He knows, because he would’ve done the same thing if he was in Woohyun’s shoes.
He would’ve said the same things, felt the same pain, if Seungyeon had chosen Woohyun instead of him.