still alive.
» still alive. Implied Kyumin and Sunny/Sungmin. AU. words.
Sungmin is lost. Kyuhyun is found.
A/N: This isn't that good. But I felt the need to write it. It's also pretty short. If this were a movie pt 2 will be up soon. :)
SONG: "For Good" - Sam Tsui & Nick Pitera
There's a light on in the kitchen when Sungmin gets home that he doesn't remember leaving on that morning. There's a package of half-eaten, uncooked ramen on the counter and a fork on the ground. There's a note on the counter;
Minnie-poo,
Out again tonight. Sorry for the mess. ♥
There is a little doodle of a bunny and a mouse underneath the message and Sungmin sighs because he just can't stay mad at her.
A hot shower followed by a fresh bowl of ramen, followed by a drama Ryeowook had recommended followed by laying in bed, staring at the ceiling and counting the pockmarks in the plaster. There's a smudge of bug guts where she had come in with a fly swatter and killed a spider, because he was too busy crying in the corner about how scary it was. He started laughing when she nearly fell off the bed when the spider jumped at her.
He hates the nights when she's away.
Sleep comes late, the ceiling holding his attention until around five, maybe after. Sometimes he'd send her a text, or two, or four, or ten maybe. She didn't reply back, just like she never did. Dreams of monsterbunnies and monstermice invade his slumber, and when he wakes up he starts to think that maybe he should go get some therapy. Another shower, followed by an egg over-easy and whole wheat toast; the only bread in the house because it has more fiber, she tells him. He doesn't care either way, toast is toast.
Work drags, dull and mundane, just like every other day of the year; guitar repairs, a shipment of banjos. A grandmother purchases a drum kit for her grandson, knowing her son-in-law is going to throw a fit while hearing a bass drum at four in the morning. Sungmin texts her again, to see if she'll reply this time; of course not.
He gets home to another half-eaten pack of ramen, another note and more bunnies and mice. He reluctantly cleans it up, because she's not around to do so anymore, it seems. He starts thinking maybe they should pay for their own groceries; he didn't buy the ramen for it to go stale on the counter.
He tries calling her and is greeted by the same Hi! that he's used to. Her voicemail. Time for a new roommate, he thinks.
The good thing about her being away is the lack of chaos early morning brings.
There is no rushing for the bathroom. No stumbling over each other in the kitchen. No misplaced eyeliner or deodorant. There is quiet and the early morning news and eggs and toast. Maybe some coffee if he's in the mood for that sort of thing.
The bad thing is the sense of emptiness that accompanies it. The lack of her voice. The way the air is still and smells stale, undisturbed. Without the smell of her pomegranate perfume. He feels much like a sock on these days; you can survive without the other one, you can find another sock to pair with it. But not a perfect match.
The walk to work is always mundane. The familiarity of the route has grown old and the Christmas lights lining the bushes no longer give him that warm, fuzzy feeling they once did. He no longer smiles at the kids in the schoolyard, no longer presses his face to the glass of the pet shop. No longer makes faces at the terrier in the window.
He tries to think back when it started. When the simple things in life were no longer enough.
When she stopped coming home.
It's a Tuesday night. December. The sky is a bizarre shade of purple that actually makes Sungmin stop in his tracks on his way home from work. A first.
Heechul is there when he gets home, on the balcony outside his door. He flicks some ashes, the cigarette in between his pointer and middle fingers flaring red.
There's someone with him.
Heechul smiles. "Meet your new roommate."
The other guy has scruffy brown hair and is tall and lanky. He bows and introduces himself. Kyuhyun. His voice sounds like velvet.
He won't be a replacement for Sunny, Sungmin explains. Technically she still lives there. He just never sees her.
Kyuhyun nods, understanding. Heechul claps Sungmin on the shoulder. Leaves. Kyuhyun smiles.
Sungmin finds it remarkably easy with Kyuhyun. Sungmin cooks and cleans, Kyuhyun does nothing -- stays out of the way. Makes no fuss over dinner. Makes no mess, or cleans up the ones he does. It's Kyuhyun's fourth day when Sungmin notices he enjoys the company. Albeit, he does have a bad case of sarcasm but that's nothing Sungmin can't tolerate.
"She was pretty."
Sungmin looks up from his magazine. Kyuhyun holds an old photo of him and Sunny in Tokyo.
"She still is," Sungmin says. Kyuhyun gives him this look, but brushes it off.
Day twenty one with Kyuhyun. Christmas day. They both mutually agreed not to get each other presents. It's not like they knew each other enough for that anyway.
Kyuhyun is watching Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer when Sungmin finally pulls himself out of bed. There's the smell of ramen and burnt water; Sungmin decides he's not hungry and parks himself next to Kyuhyun on the couch. Clarice sings there's always tomorrow for dreams to come true and Sungmin finds himself humming along. Kyuhyun turns to Sungmin.
"How did Sunny..." A pause. "You know. Pass away?"
Something cracks in Sungmin's mind. He turns to Kyuhyun.
"Wh-What are you t-talking about?"
Kyuhyun purses his lips into a white line. "Sunny. She passed away. That's what Heechul told me."
Sungmin stares at the wall. His eyes water, tears spilling over and trailing down his cheeks. Oh.
"It was an accident," He says, voice shaking. "She was hit by a car."
The next day, there are no notes. No open packages of ramen. No forks on the ground. Sungmin goes into his phone, deletes her number. Shuts the door to her room and locks it.
They leave a bouquet of flowers at the cemetery.
Sungmin smiles at Kyuhyun, trying not to cry. Kyuhyun grabs his hand and squeezes.
Sungmin grins.
A/N: This is awful.
Sungmin is lost. Kyuhyun is found.
A/N: This isn't that good. But I felt the need to write it. It's also pretty short. If this were a movie pt 2 will be up soon. :)
SONG: "For Good" - Sam Tsui & Nick Pitera
There's a light on in the kitchen when Sungmin gets home that he doesn't remember leaving on that morning. There's a package of half-eaten, uncooked ramen on the counter and a fork on the ground. There's a note on the counter;
Minnie-poo,
Out again tonight. Sorry for the mess. ♥
There is a little doodle of a bunny and a mouse underneath the message and Sungmin sighs because he just can't stay mad at her.
A hot shower followed by a fresh bowl of ramen, followed by a drama Ryeowook had recommended followed by laying in bed, staring at the ceiling and counting the pockmarks in the plaster. There's a smudge of bug guts where she had come in with a fly swatter and killed a spider, because he was too busy crying in the corner about how scary it was. He started laughing when she nearly fell off the bed when the spider jumped at her.
He hates the nights when she's away.
Sleep comes late, the ceiling holding his attention until around five, maybe after. Sometimes he'd send her a text, or two, or four, or ten maybe. She didn't reply back, just like she never did. Dreams of monsterbunnies and monstermice invade his slumber, and when he wakes up he starts to think that maybe he should go get some therapy. Another shower, followed by an egg over-easy and whole wheat toast; the only bread in the house because it has more fiber, she tells him. He doesn't care either way, toast is toast.
Work drags, dull and mundane, just like every other day of the year; guitar repairs, a shipment of banjos. A grandmother purchases a drum kit for her grandson, knowing her son-in-law is going to throw a fit while hearing a bass drum at four in the morning. Sungmin texts her again, to see if she'll reply this time; of course not.
He gets home to another half-eaten pack of ramen, another note and more bunnies and mice. He reluctantly cleans it up, because she's not around to do so anymore, it seems. He starts thinking maybe they should pay for their own groceries; he didn't buy the ramen for it to go stale on the counter.
He tries calling her and is greeted by the same Hi! that he's used to. Her voicemail. Time for a new roommate, he thinks.
The good thing about her being away is the lack of chaos early morning brings.
There is no rushing for the bathroom. No stumbling over each other in the kitchen. No misplaced eyeliner or deodorant. There is quiet and the early morning news and eggs and toast. Maybe some coffee if he's in the mood for that sort of thing.
The bad thing is the sense of emptiness that accompanies it. The lack of her voice. The way the air is still and smells stale, undisturbed. Without the smell of her pomegranate perfume. He feels much like a sock on these days; you can survive without the other one, you can find another sock to pair with it. But not a perfect match.
The walk to work is always mundane. The familiarity of the route has grown old and the Christmas lights lining the bushes no longer give him that warm, fuzzy feeling they once did. He no longer smiles at the kids in the schoolyard, no longer presses his face to the glass of the pet shop. No longer makes faces at the terrier in the window.
He tries to think back when it started. When the simple things in life were no longer enough.
When she stopped coming home.
It's a Tuesday night. December. The sky is a bizarre shade of purple that actually makes Sungmin stop in his tracks on his way home from work. A first.
Heechul is there when he gets home, on the balcony outside his door. He flicks some ashes, the cigarette in between his pointer and middle fingers flaring red.
There's someone with him.
Heechul smiles. "Meet your new roommate."
The other guy has scruffy brown hair and is tall and lanky. He bows and introduces himself. Kyuhyun. His voice sounds like velvet.
He won't be a replacement for Sunny, Sungmin explains. Technically she still lives there. He just never sees her.
Kyuhyun nods, understanding. Heechul claps Sungmin on the shoulder. Leaves. Kyuhyun smiles.
Sungmin finds it remarkably easy with Kyuhyun. Sungmin cooks and cleans, Kyuhyun does nothing -- stays out of the way. Makes no fuss over dinner. Makes no mess, or cleans up the ones he does. It's Kyuhyun's fourth day when Sungmin notices he enjoys the company. Albeit, he does have a bad case of sarcasm but that's nothing Sungmin can't tolerate.
"She was pretty."
Sungmin looks up from his magazine. Kyuhyun holds an old photo of him and Sunny in Tokyo.
"She still is," Sungmin says. Kyuhyun gives him this look, but brushes it off.
Day twenty one with Kyuhyun. Christmas day. They both mutually agreed not to get each other presents. It's not like they knew each other enough for that anyway.
Kyuhyun is watching Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer when Sungmin finally pulls himself out of bed. There's the smell of ramen and burnt water; Sungmin decides he's not hungry and parks himself next to Kyuhyun on the couch. Clarice sings there's always tomorrow for dreams to come true and Sungmin finds himself humming along. Kyuhyun turns to Sungmin.
"How did Sunny..." A pause. "You know. Pass away?"
Something cracks in Sungmin's mind. He turns to Kyuhyun.
"Wh-What are you t-talking about?"
Kyuhyun purses his lips into a white line. "Sunny. She passed away. That's what Heechul told me."
Sungmin stares at the wall. His eyes water, tears spilling over and trailing down his cheeks. Oh.
"It was an accident," He says, voice shaking. "She was hit by a car."
The next day, there are no notes. No open packages of ramen. No forks on the ground. Sungmin goes into his phone, deletes her number. Shuts the door to her room and locks it.
They leave a bouquet of flowers at the cemetery.
Sungmin smiles at Kyuhyun, trying not to cry. Kyuhyun grabs his hand and squeezes.
Sungmin grins.
A/N: This is awful.