The Breakthrough
Title: The Breakthrough
Pairing: mostly Leeteuk-centric, minor!Sungmin/Kyuhyun, minor!Leeteuk/Heechul
Rating: PG-13
Genre: friendship, slight romance, angst, tragedy, comfort
Summary: Leeteuk is unable to figure out where he is, what he's doing there, and why it's all happened. He's surrounded by people he doesn't know, and no matter how hard he tries he can't understand anything that is going on. What happened to make him like this? And will he ever be able to get out of it and remember anything at all?
A/N: Well this fic was completely random XD but I really wanted to write something like this, about a person in a coma and everything. It was a challenge~! Hope you enjoy! Comments are very appreciated <3
Word Count: 1605
When he becomes conscious, Jungsu lays still for a moment and tries to comprehend what's going on. He tries to concentrate, but finds that his mind is fuzzy, like it's moving in slow motion through thick mud, and discovers that his thought processes aren't functioning properly. After some time he gets frustrated with not being able to figure anything out on his own, and so he attempts to get up and find someone to help him. Only he can't. It takes an agonizing 30 seconds for him to come to terms with the fact that he's unable to move any part of his body. He calms himself down though - there's no need to add 'frantic' to his muddled feelings - and relaxes, opening his mind to anything that may help him understand what's happening.
He focuses on his body, noting how it feels like he's all in one piece and how nothing is in pain, which makes him once again question why he is immobile. There's something close to his head that's making a sound. The beeping isn't that loud, it's slow and steady, constant, but for some reason it unnerves him. Like it's something unnatural, something that doesn't belong. He breathes in and out without focusing on the action itself, only observing how the air is stale and slightly stifling.
Then he hears another noise; a click like a door opening, and then there are a number of footsteps slowly approaching the bed he's lying on. Jungsu can't, no matter how hard he tries, open his eyes to see who is standing around him, but he knows someone - no, more people than that - is there. Then a low, older and professional voice starts to speak from above him.
“All of his vitals are sound. Physically he's perfectly fine, but for some reason, we're not quite sure what it is, he's not waking up.”
“What?” Another voice, younger, and laced with concern. “Does that mean he's in a coma? Isn't that bad? I thought people didn't come out of those very often...”
“That's not true. The car accident made him sustain a small injury to his head, as well as other minor injuries, but his brain activity is completely stable and normal. We believe he might be taking a long time to recover emotionally and that is what is hindering him from waking up.”
“But... how is that possible when he's not even awake to feel anything?”
“Come on, just leave it alone, hyung. We don't have much time to visit him so let's talk about all of this later, hm?”
What? He'd already been confused over the fact that he couldn't seem to move, but now he was even more confused over what was going on. Car accident? He'd been in a car accident? And who are these people around him? He knows one is a doctor, obviously, but who are the others? He couldn't recognize any of the voices... Are they family just coming to see him because he'd gotten hurt? Where was his mother and father?
He jolts - mentally - in surprise when something touches him. It's a hand, small and gentle, that grasps onto his, holding on like a child would hold onto their parent if they were scared or nervous. It nudges at a memory in the back of his mind, somehow, as if that one person's hands was something very significant.
The person who owns the hand doesn't speak, because the next voice that talks is on the other side of his bed, closer to his legs. The voice has an unusual accent - he probably isn't from Seoul, he assumes - and it's very soft, like it's on the edge of breaking and the person is about to fall to pieces. “We miss you... Please, come back and get better soon, okay, hyung?” Hyung? So he's older than him? Who could this be?
There's a sound like the shifting of fabric, and then he hears muffled sobs somewhere near the foot of his bed accompanied by low whispers of “It's okay, hyung, he'll be alright.” Someone is comforting whoever is crying, but who are they? There's no need to cry over him, it's not like he's dead or anything...
A voice comes from very close to his head then, and he feels the slight movement of the bed as someone puts some of their weight on it gently. Then he hears the person begin murmuring something under his breath, something continuous but too quiet for him to catch. Another, beside that person, speaks louder, in a voice that is clear and high almost like a female. “We'll be waiting for you, so don't take too long, please...”
Suddenly a smell fills his nostrils; the sweet, sugary scent of candy. The smell brings a flash of memory to him--
“Hey, pass it over!”
Loud laughter rings out, and a hand reached over passed his line of sight to someone sitting beside him. It's dark, hard to see, but there is some light coming from outside the... Wait, where are they?
“Come on~ I want some, too, you know!”
“Calm down! You're so impatient!” More laughter.
--and it only serves to confuse him even more. Someone is leaning over him, and he feels a gentle, warm pressure on his forehead. A kiss.
Before he can figure anything out about this person who seemed to be helping him remember what had happened and what was going on, he moved away, and another person began to speak. But he couldn't even concentrate on the words being said, because the sound of that voice sparks so much emotion in him, and it brings him back again.
“So hey, hyung, do you think the choreography I helped with was good?” The younger man's tone is sheepish, unsure as always about whether or not he's done something well. He feels himself smile reassuringly.
“Don't worry so much, Hyukjae, you were amazing, and everyone loves the dance.”
“You really think so?” He catches a glimpse of a bright smile even in the dim lighting of where they are. Suddenly there's a screech of metal, just when he's about to speak again, and the other turns his head towards the front, eyes wide, and yells “HYUNG, WATCH OUT!”
He remembers darkness, then flashing red and blue lights. Loud sounds that are piercing and painful. And all he wants to do is sleep...
So he does.
Jungsu snaps out of his reverie, wanting so much to be able to move, because he's sure he should be shaking right now. So the people here were in a car accident with him. Something had happened and they'd crashed into another car. But these people weren't his family, weren't people he could remember. Was he still missing something from his memories? Yes, now he came to realize that he was.
Finally another voice, different from all the rest, speaks, not letting the quiet that had engulfed the room carry on any longer.
“Come back to us, Teukkie. You may be old, but you're not old enough to die. Don't you dare leave us. I'm not going to be leader... I--” The stern, sharp voice loses it's edge towards the end, cracking in an obvious attempt at trying to hold in too much emotion. It spills out by the end though, the words 'I need you' left unsaid, yet still heard by Jungsu's ears.
But then a hard hit of sadness passes through him, because he knows that even if he couldn't hear the speaker's voice, the word choice alone should have given away who was standing at his bedside right at that moment. However, he can't for the life of him figure it out. The feelings are there, the nostalgia, so much of it that he's sure there would be tears in his eyes if it wasn't for the fact that he was not able to move any part of his body. The thing is, he can't even remember why it should be happening.
What really hurts though, is that even when the familiarity is so strong, he can't put names to the voices. He should be able to, he knows this. These are the people most dear to him so he must remember exactly who they are. He focuses with all his willpower, pushing his exhausted but determined mind until finally it breaks through whatever had been hindering him and all the memories come rushing back. He remembers his life, his family, his friends, the car accident; everything.
He parts his chapped lips and croaks out a few words from a throat that's rusty from not being used for a while.
“If you become leader... Super Junior is doomed...”
There's a round of gasps around the room and then a hesitant voice - his mind, now renewed, connects it to Sungmin, who was also the one who had been crying - calls out. “Teuk hyung..?”
He wills his heavy, tired eyes to flicker open, and when they do he catches a flash of pink, a glimpse of blonde hair, and the sight of many shapes surrounding him. But the blinding light that floods his vision hurts too much for him to maintain it, so his lids shut quickly in pain. However, it's enough of a sign, because there are yells - of joy, surprise, relief - and suddenly it's very hard to breathe with so many people rushing to try and touch him, hold him, to make sure that he's really alright.
And Jungsu smiles through the tears, as do they all, vowing in his mind to never leave them or forget them, his friends, his family, ever again.
Pairing: mostly Leeteuk-centric, minor!Sungmin/Kyuhyun, minor!Leeteuk/Heechul
Rating: PG-13
Genre: friendship, slight romance, angst, tragedy, comfort
Summary: Leeteuk is unable to figure out where he is, what he's doing there, and why it's all happened. He's surrounded by people he doesn't know, and no matter how hard he tries he can't understand anything that is going on. What happened to make him like this? And will he ever be able to get out of it and remember anything at all?
A/N: Well this fic was completely random XD but I really wanted to write something like this, about a person in a coma and everything. It was a challenge~! Hope you enjoy! Comments are very appreciated <3
Word Count: 1605
When he becomes conscious, Jungsu lays still for a moment and tries to comprehend what's going on. He tries to concentrate, but finds that his mind is fuzzy, like it's moving in slow motion through thick mud, and discovers that his thought processes aren't functioning properly. After some time he gets frustrated with not being able to figure anything out on his own, and so he attempts to get up and find someone to help him. Only he can't. It takes an agonizing 30 seconds for him to come to terms with the fact that he's unable to move any part of his body. He calms himself down though - there's no need to add 'frantic' to his muddled feelings - and relaxes, opening his mind to anything that may help him understand what's happening.
He focuses on his body, noting how it feels like he's all in one piece and how nothing is in pain, which makes him once again question why he is immobile. There's something close to his head that's making a sound. The beeping isn't that loud, it's slow and steady, constant, but for some reason it unnerves him. Like it's something unnatural, something that doesn't belong. He breathes in and out without focusing on the action itself, only observing how the air is stale and slightly stifling.
Then he hears another noise; a click like a door opening, and then there are a number of footsteps slowly approaching the bed he's lying on. Jungsu can't, no matter how hard he tries, open his eyes to see who is standing around him, but he knows someone - no, more people than that - is there. Then a low, older and professional voice starts to speak from above him.
“All of his vitals are sound. Physically he's perfectly fine, but for some reason, we're not quite sure what it is, he's not waking up.”
“What?” Another voice, younger, and laced with concern. “Does that mean he's in a coma? Isn't that bad? I thought people didn't come out of those very often...”
“That's not true. The car accident made him sustain a small injury to his head, as well as other minor injuries, but his brain activity is completely stable and normal. We believe he might be taking a long time to recover emotionally and that is what is hindering him from waking up.”
“But... how is that possible when he's not even awake to feel anything?”
“Come on, just leave it alone, hyung. We don't have much time to visit him so let's talk about all of this later, hm?”
What? He'd already been confused over the fact that he couldn't seem to move, but now he was even more confused over what was going on. Car accident? He'd been in a car accident? And who are these people around him? He knows one is a doctor, obviously, but who are the others? He couldn't recognize any of the voices... Are they family just coming to see him because he'd gotten hurt? Where was his mother and father?
He jolts - mentally - in surprise when something touches him. It's a hand, small and gentle, that grasps onto his, holding on like a child would hold onto their parent if they were scared or nervous. It nudges at a memory in the back of his mind, somehow, as if that one person's hands was something very significant.
The person who owns the hand doesn't speak, because the next voice that talks is on the other side of his bed, closer to his legs. The voice has an unusual accent - he probably isn't from Seoul, he assumes - and it's very soft, like it's on the edge of breaking and the person is about to fall to pieces. “We miss you... Please, come back and get better soon, okay, hyung?” Hyung? So he's older than him? Who could this be?
There's a sound like the shifting of fabric, and then he hears muffled sobs somewhere near the foot of his bed accompanied by low whispers of “It's okay, hyung, he'll be alright.” Someone is comforting whoever is crying, but who are they? There's no need to cry over him, it's not like he's dead or anything...
A voice comes from very close to his head then, and he feels the slight movement of the bed as someone puts some of their weight on it gently. Then he hears the person begin murmuring something under his breath, something continuous but too quiet for him to catch. Another, beside that person, speaks louder, in a voice that is clear and high almost like a female. “We'll be waiting for you, so don't take too long, please...”
Suddenly a smell fills his nostrils; the sweet, sugary scent of candy. The smell brings a flash of memory to him--
“Hey, pass it over!”
Loud laughter rings out, and a hand reached over passed his line of sight to someone sitting beside him. It's dark, hard to see, but there is some light coming from outside the... Wait, where are they?
“Come on~ I want some, too, you know!”
“Calm down! You're so impatient!” More laughter.
--and it only serves to confuse him even more. Someone is leaning over him, and he feels a gentle, warm pressure on his forehead. A kiss.
Before he can figure anything out about this person who seemed to be helping him remember what had happened and what was going on, he moved away, and another person began to speak. But he couldn't even concentrate on the words being said, because the sound of that voice sparks so much emotion in him, and it brings him back again.
“So hey, hyung, do you think the choreography I helped with was good?” The younger man's tone is sheepish, unsure as always about whether or not he's done something well. He feels himself smile reassuringly.
“Don't worry so much, Hyukjae, you were amazing, and everyone loves the dance.”
“You really think so?” He catches a glimpse of a bright smile even in the dim lighting of where they are. Suddenly there's a screech of metal, just when he's about to speak again, and the other turns his head towards the front, eyes wide, and yells “HYUNG, WATCH OUT!”
He remembers darkness, then flashing red and blue lights. Loud sounds that are piercing and painful. And all he wants to do is sleep...
So he does.
Jungsu snaps out of his reverie, wanting so much to be able to move, because he's sure he should be shaking right now. So the people here were in a car accident with him. Something had happened and they'd crashed into another car. But these people weren't his family, weren't people he could remember. Was he still missing something from his memories? Yes, now he came to realize that he was.
Finally another voice, different from all the rest, speaks, not letting the quiet that had engulfed the room carry on any longer.
“Come back to us, Teukkie. You may be old, but you're not old enough to die. Don't you dare leave us. I'm not going to be leader... I--” The stern, sharp voice loses it's edge towards the end, cracking in an obvious attempt at trying to hold in too much emotion. It spills out by the end though, the words 'I need you' left unsaid, yet still heard by Jungsu's ears.
But then a hard hit of sadness passes through him, because he knows that even if he couldn't hear the speaker's voice, the word choice alone should have given away who was standing at his bedside right at that moment. However, he can't for the life of him figure it out. The feelings are there, the nostalgia, so much of it that he's sure there would be tears in his eyes if it wasn't for the fact that he was not able to move any part of his body. The thing is, he can't even remember why it should be happening.
What really hurts though, is that even when the familiarity is so strong, he can't put names to the voices. He should be able to, he knows this. These are the people most dear to him so he must remember exactly who they are. He focuses with all his willpower, pushing his exhausted but determined mind until finally it breaks through whatever had been hindering him and all the memories come rushing back. He remembers his life, his family, his friends, the car accident; everything.
He parts his chapped lips and croaks out a few words from a throat that's rusty from not being used for a while.
“If you become leader... Super Junior is doomed...”
There's a round of gasps around the room and then a hesitant voice - his mind, now renewed, connects it to Sungmin, who was also the one who had been crying - calls out. “Teuk hyung..?”
He wills his heavy, tired eyes to flicker open, and when they do he catches a flash of pink, a glimpse of blonde hair, and the sight of many shapes surrounding him. But the blinding light that floods his vision hurts too much for him to maintain it, so his lids shut quickly in pain. However, it's enough of a sign, because there are yells - of joy, surprise, relief - and suddenly it's very hard to breathe with so many people rushing to try and touch him, hold him, to make sure that he's really alright.
And Jungsu smiles through the tears, as do they all, vowing in his mind to never leave them or forget them, his friends, his family, ever again.