Elysian Fields Part A
Title: Elysian Fields
Pairing: Kyusung,
Genre: Drama, Angst, Romance
Rating: R (for language)
Warning: mentions of suicide
Summary: Kyuhyun suffered a lot from physical abuse from his parents and he wanted to die. Jongwoon, a doctor from a nearby hospital, saves him.
Beta: Thank you to lebkuchenlove for beta'ing this fic.
A/N: This is a special request by sujulovenl. This wasn't meant to be a fic for KyuSung day but since I finished it in time, might as well add this as well.
A/N2: This was meant to be fluff and romantic but it didn't turn out that way. *sigh*
“Let go of me old man! I don’t want to be here anymore!” I screamed as I thrashed around. This old man carried me on his shoulder like I’m a fucking kid. For crying out loud, I’m already 17 years old!
“How could you possibly survive the world out there with a broken arm and a broken femur? And stop calling me old man. I’m not even 30.” Psh. What do you know? You practically live here anyway. What do you know about life? Still, arguing with him is pointless because this old man always has something to retort and it pisses me off. Even though it hurts my pride, I don’t have any other choice but to give up for now. I need to plan a strategy that is fool proof but first I need to get down; this position is embarrassing.
“You’re still old. Put me down now. I can’t possibly outrun you. You’re like a freaking ninja that pops out of nowhere.”
“I don’t want to,” he chuckled then spanked me. What the hell?! He spanked me, of all things? This guy is perverted! I don’t want to be here anymore! I screamed and thrashed around again, hoping to gather the attention of people around. “If you don’t stop right now, I’m going to kiss you.”
I scoffed at him. “Whatever. As if you’d do that.” I really hate you. I really, really hate you Kim Jongwoon.
“Don’t challenge him kid. He’s really going to do it,” the raccoon doctor warned me. I sighed. I’m tired anyway.
I guess you’re wondering who I am and how I ended up in this position right? Fine. Since I’m being a nice guy here, I’ll tell you my life story and how I ended up in this perverted old geezer’s shoulder.
Well, first off, my name is Cho Kyuhyun. Wait, that isn’t right. My parents threw me out so that makes me just Kyuhyun without a surname. I’m 17 years old, a junior in high school. I currently have a broken arm and a broken femur, some bruises across my torso, a black eye, and a bruised cheek. I also have scars all over me except for the places visible like my arms and face. All of which came from my drunkard father and my ruthless mother who see me as their punching bag.
I’ve had enough of my parents’ beatings so one day, I tried to stand up for myself hoping it would knock some sense to them or at least warm up their hearts but having them as parents mean that I’d be knocked out instead. My parents threw me out of the house completely broken, which by the way, meant literally. I woke up in the alleyway as the sun was setting with my body too sore that I couldn’t move. In all honesty, I waited for death to come. I waited to rot and be eaten by rats. I waited and waited.
It was probably past midnight when suddenly my stomach grumbled. If I was to die, I felt that I should at least have a full stomach but since I couldn’t move, I decided that starvation might be the cause of my death. I looked up and watched the stars. I smiled at how beautiful they were. I closed my eyes and breathed with difficulty. Even though I heard footsteps, I didn’t bother opening them. Who would want to save a broken boy? Right?
When I opened my eyes, I was already in the hospital. My arm and my thigh were casted while my bruises were tended to. I don’t know how long I was asleep or who found me but I don’t care. All I know is that I couldn’t afford the expenses and I needed to get away. I should probably kill myself too.
I pulled various wires and tubes from my body. I have no idea what they were for but there were too many of them. I tried to get up but intense pain surged through my torso. I gingerly touched it but I winced in pain. My parents might have kicked too hard.
There was a loud beeping sound and I panicked. What if they charge me? What if I go to jail? What if I got raped there? I’m not exaggerating! Males get raped in jail, especially the pretty ones. And I’m pretty! Wait, pretty is for girls so I’d say I’m handsome-not that I’m a narcissist or anything. A lot of people entered the room and I stared at them. I think my eyes seemed like they were bulging out of their sockets.
“What are you doing?” someone asked, his deep and husky voice reverberating.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m trying to escape,” Well duh? This feels like hell! I was waiting for my death, not another chance of being tortured.
“Feisty. I don’t want to deal with him. He’s all yours Dr. Kim,” the big burly guy who looked more like a bouncer than a doctor said. He patted the man with the husky voice and messy hair that covered his forehead. The latter just smiled at him while the former and the nurses left the room.
“Why were you trying to escape?” The doctor asked as he took a seat on a couch. Come to think of it, this is a very luxurious room. Who the hell is going to pay for all my expenses? Maybe they’re only waiting for me to get better and then sell me.
“I need to get out of here,” I said in a hurry. I tried to get up but the pain in my torso shot up again. Damn it!
“Don’t get up!” He pushed me down on the bed and squeezed my shoulder lightly. I tried to push away his hands but I failed. My body was still sore and my sudden movements made it worse. “Don’t move too much as well. It’s dangerous for you to move since you have a lot of broken bones. Two of your ribcage bones were also broken and it was dangerously close to your heart, it even punctured your lungs but only slightly. Blood clots are everywhere. I’m surprised to see you’re still alive.”
I was stunned at what he said. I was that close to death? I watched him resume his seat. I was already close to death and a fucktard took me away from salvation?!
“Who brought me here?”
To say I’m angry is an understatement because I’m boiling! I’m furious! I was so close to Elysium-so close to that happy place. But, news flash! A fucking idiot decided to be a hero and help me get stuck here. I exhaled loudly to calm myself down.
“Are you done with your musing?” he asked. My what? Since I’m so confused and my brain isn’t working full-time, I just raised an eyebrow at him. “You were making funny facial expressions.”
I groaned but he still continued. I hate this guy.
“Anyways, why do you want to know?”
“So I can kill him. I want to shred his innards to pieces and feed them to dogs!” I tried to demonstrate it with my hands. I was so furious that I ended up pounding my good hand onto the mattress.
“Why?” Damn him and his calm tone. I turned to him and saw that he had an amused smile on his face. He was leaning towards me, with his elbow resting on his cross legs and his chin resting on his knuckles. I tried not to be bothered by it. I wasn’t, really.
“Because that person saved me! I was already dying. I was already near that happy place people said! I was near Elysian Fields and that fucking person pulled me away from it! That was my chance to get out of this hell hole of a life!” I shouted. I noticed his smile disappeared as he stared at me.
He stood up and straightened his coat. Doctor coats are so awesome. If I don’t become a lawyer, I dreamed of becoming a doctor. Doctors look so cool! I bet a lot of girls drool over them.
“Sorry about that but as a doctor I can’t leave a hurt man lying on the ground. If you want to kill me, get well first. I have to go now.”
He left me gaping at him. He was the idiot who saved me?! That freak! I need to get out of here now! But of course, I still couldn’t move that much so I decided to just sleep. The moment I closed my eyes, I was out.
.: | :.
I was in the middle of the field holding an RC car. I placed the car down and started playing with it. I smiled at hyung who was beside me. He ruffled my hair as I concentrated on controlling the toy car.
Another car came and hit my car. The force was too much that my car ended up rolling on the ground till it stopped upside down. I cried. I looked to where my brother was standing but he was nowhere to be found. I looked down on my hands and saw blood. I cried again.
I opened my eyes. The dream had always ended there. I don’t want it to continue because I don’t want to relieve those memories. I looked around the room and I saw him-the guy who saved me, the guy who took my chance to Elysium, the stupid Dr. Kim.
“You were having a bad dream,” he said as he stroked my hair. I was too tired to argue so I just let him be. I watched him intently while questions flooded my mind. Why he was here when he knew I wanted to kill him? Why was he so nice to me? Why was he here when he’s busy? Does he even sleep? Those bags are too dark to be considered normal.
“Stop thinking too much and just sleep. I’ll try to be here when you wake up, ok?”
I think I was possessed at that moment because I followed him. I closed my eyes once again and let sleep take over me. The last thing I remember was his smiling face and his warm hand that stroked my hair.
I woke up alone in my big hospital room. This hospital room is bigger than my own room back home. Home. I don’t have a home anymore. Where would I go after I got out? Go to paradise perhaps? How? When? Am I ever leaving this place?
I looked around. It was dark outside. There were not many doctors and nurses around. Maybe I could escape now. I tried to pull the plug of the machine beside me. My torso hurt, yes, but I had to endure it. I wouldn’t feel the pain after dying, anyway.
I limped my way to the window. I groaned when I saw that there was no opening. I looked around to search for something useful. Aside from blankets and those wires, nothing else seemed to be able to help me. I don’t think this kind of window would be of any use since it’s fiber glass. Yeah, I’m fucked. I decided to try my luck on the door instead. I opened it quietly and looked around. No one is roaming around the hall. Great! I stealthily made my way to the staircase.
Who knew going down the stairs with a fucking cast on your arm and leg would be so tiring? I was around the tenth floor of this God damn building and I have to limp my way down towards the ground floor? Fuck this shit! Then again, I don’t have a choice, do I?
If I go out in the ground floor they’ll try and take me back to my room. No way. I headed towards the basement instead. After a few more minutes of torture, I managed to sneak a peek outside. I must be so lucky to find it uninhabited. I lurked around a little. No one was around. What a lucky bastard I am!
Freedom!
I limped my way towards the bench nearby because I was exhausted. I was panting really hard and my torso felt painful. I tried to restrain myself from moving as I tried to calm my erratic heart. I closed my eyes for a moment when suddenly I felt something warm attach to my cheek. I opened my eyes in shock and saw the weird doctor.
“Aren’t you supposed to be inside?” he asked as he took a seat beside me. He handed me a can of coffee, which I took reluctantly. How did he find me here?
“Are you stalking me?”
He laughed. Besides his eyes, I like his laughter too. What am I saying? Erase those thoughts! I shouldn’t think about him! He’s the reason why I’m here in the first place! I snapped out of my internal battle when I heard him laugh again. “What’s so funny?”
He cleared his throat. “Nothing. You have a lot of cute facial expressions.” I felt heat rising to my face. Please don’t tell me I’m blushing! “You’re blushing! You really are cute!” Damn. I should get out of here. I stood up and walked away from him. I don’t want to deal with this any longer.
I sat down on a bench not too far from where I sat earlier. The pain on my torso is too much and I’m wheezing now. I never knew walking would be so tiring.
“You should stop forcing yourself. You’re only going to make things worse.”
I turned to my side and saw that doctor. Why is he following me? Oh, right! He saved me from dying earlier. I should strangle him to death but I’m too weak to move right now.
“Stop telling me what to do. Just mind your own business, ok?”
“I can’t. You’re my responsibility for now. Let’s get you back to your room now so you can rest,” he tried to reason. I’m not going back in there. I don’t like that place. My mom’s going to kill me if…
I opened my eyes. When did I even close them? I forgot I was no longer a part of the family. I no longer had parents. I’m a wanderer with nowhere to go. I didn’t realize I was crying till I felt a finger brush my cheek and wipe my tears.
“Let’s get you to your room. Can you walk or should I carry you?”
I didn’t respond. I stood up and limped my way back to the main hospital. I’ll rest for now and then when I think I’m strong enough, I’ll try to run away again. Yeah, that’s the perfect plan. I was so lost in my own thoughts that I tripped. I readied myself to meet the ground but nothing came. I felt hands on my shoulder and they pulled me upwards.
“Be careful. If you trip again, I’m going to carry you understand?” He sounded firm. Again, I didn’t respond. I have to save as much energy as I could so I can get to my room safely. I tried to walk again-well, limp. I managed to enter the hospital but I staggered a bit and lost my balance. Some nurses made their way towards me and put me on the wheel chair.
I didn’t know who was pushing me-I didn’t care.
.: | :.
“He’s been asleep for three days straight now. Aren’t you going to do something about this, Jongwoon?” I heard someone say. That long?
“I can’t do anything about it. I think it’s better this way. At least his body will recuperate faster. And please call me hyung. I’m older than you,” I remember this voice. So the old man’s got a name huh?
“Oh, sorry hyung. I don’t get you sometimes. First, you brought him here and used your money to save this kid who you know nothing about then you let him be when he slips into coma. Are you sure you’re not going to experiment on him?” WHAT? “Oh look! He’s awake.”
I think I screamed that out loud. I opened my eyes and saw the doctors on my right side. The old man, or Jongwoon, according to that burly bouncer who looked like a raccoon, had a gentle smile on his face and caressed my hair.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
I tried to move my body but it felt heavy.
“You’ve been asleep for three days kid. You should consider yourself lucky it’s this guy who saw you not me because if he didn’t, you’d be rotting in the alley by now,” he stated. Dude that was what I’m aiming for! Can I strangle him now? Should I say that out loud? Nah. Maybe later.
They started, or rather, the old man started talking about my health and some things I neither remember nor understand. When he was finished talking, I tried to move my muscles because they were so stiff. Three days of being immobile really took a toll on me.
I tried to get up. My torso didn’t hurt that much anymore though and I still have the casts on. The doctors helped me up and when I got into a comfortable position, I looked-glared-at them.
“You could’ve let me die there you know? I wouldn’t mind anyway.” My voice sounded different. I cleared my throat a little before they handed me a glass of water. I gulped down the whole thing. I didn’t know I was this thirsty.
“You know that I can’t,” Jongwoon reasoned.
“But he can,” I retorted.
“Kid, don’t compare him with me. We’re two completely different people.” His right hand was on his forehead as he shook his head.
“So?”
“Jongwoon, I can’t deal with this kid. He’s just… I’m out!” He left. One down, one to go.
“Don’t be like that on him kid. He’s got a long day ahead of him,” the old man said as he sat down on the stool beside my bed.
“Tell that to someone who cares. Can I leave now?”
“No.” Oh, fuck you! “You still need to rest. I’ll go and bring you something to eat.” He ruffled my hair as he smiled. Afterwards, he left. Now’s my chance to escape! I limped my way towards the door and I stepped out.
“Where do you think you’re going, punk?”
That husky voice was just beside my ear. I felt his breath and it sent shivers down my spine. Oh for the love of God! I have to get out of here. He’s giving me the creeps. I limped faster, trying to get as far away from him as possible.
“You really shouldn’t be running away from me you know. You can’t run away from me either way because you’re handicapped and I’m not.”
“Do you really have to point that out? You do realize that I don’t care right? So shut the fuck up and just leave me alone.” This guy made me furious! I limped my way towards the hall and heard voices.
Civilization! Oh, how I miss you!
I walked past the elevator and made my way towards the fire exit.
“I think elevators are more convenient than stairs,” I heard him speak as I opened the door.
“I don’t give a fuck about your opinion. Now evaporate! You’re ruining my concentration.”
Before I even reached the first step, he lifted me and placed me on his shoulders. What the hell? “Let go of me old man! I don’t want to be here anymore!”
That’s how I ended up in that position. I should plan my escape more thoroughly if I want to escape the clutches of this ninja like doctor. I sighed dejectedly. When am I going to see the Elysian field?
He carefully laid me down on the bed and brought me the tray of food he fetched earlier. He took off his coat and took a seat on the stool beside me.
“Eat. Or do you want me to feed you? I mean, your right arm is on a cast unless you’re left handed that is.” What is this guy blabbering about? I rolled my eyes at him and tried to pick up the chopsticks. Well, what do you know? I can’t use chopsticks with my left hand.
“Let me help you with that,” he offered but I slapped his hand away.
“I can take care of myself. Now, shoo! I don’t want you here when I eat!”
Instead of shouting at me and cursing, which I really hope he wouldn’t do deep down inside me, he grabbed a magazine and browsed it while I eat. He’s not angry? Why isn’t he? I shrugged the thought away and tried to continue eating. I couldn’t really eat though, not without my right hand. I kept cursing and cursing until I’ve had enough and threw the chopsticks away.
“I’m not hungry.” That was a lie of course.
He bent down and picked up the discarded chopsticks and placed it on the tray. He pulled a new pair from his coat and tried to feed me with it. I looked away.
“I told you I’m not hungry,” I tried to argue but in reality I was actually begging him to try some more. Please feed me! I’m such a hypocrite.
“You need to eat. Come on finish at least half of the food here.”
“No.”
“Don’t be stubborn. You wouldn’t like the other method I have in mind to make you eat.”
I scoffed. “Try me,” I challenged, which wasn’t a good idea. If you don’t want to suffer from embarrassment, never, and I mean never, challenge a ninja-like doctor with a husky voice and fierce eyes. I should’ve listened to the bouncer’s warning. Fuck my life.
He took the food to his mouth, pulled my head towards his and before I knew it we were already lip-locked. I tried to push him away but he wouldn’t budge. I felt something slick on my lips, which made me gasp.
Wrong move.
I felt something push past my lips and into my mouth, something slick. I tried to move away when I realized it was his tongue but I still can’t. He was ravishing my mouth for a few minutes till finally he pulled away.
I knew I was blushing as I chew the food. Who wouldn’t? I never knew this old man is a perverted pedophile!
“Now, which method do you want me to use: the first one or the second one?” Does he really have to ask that?
“I-I s-said I-I’m n-not hu-hungry,” I stuttered. Why do I have to stutter? Kill me now!
“Fine. I’ll use my lips then.”
“What? W-wait-” His lips was on mine again. He’s kissing me again and why the hell am I responding? He stole my first and my second kiss! No! He pulled away a little longer than the first one leaving me flustered and red like a tomato. I admit though, he’s a good kisser-not that I have any experience.
“Are you going to open your mouth or will you remain stubborn? I can do this all day kid, just so you know.”
I immediately complied. I don’t want this old guy to steal my third kiss either. Everything is already embarrassing as it is. He kept feeding me till I feel I couldn’t take it anymore.
“I don’t…” I tried to say that I don’t want to eat anymore but I’m too scared that he might kiss me again. This perverted pedophile really creeps me out. I was waiting for a hand on the back of my head but surprisingly nothing came. I looked up at him and saw him smiling at me.
“You finished almost half of the food I prepared. That’s a good sign,” he caressed my hair gently making me blush. Why was he so nice to me? “Here’s your medicine. Drink it and go back to sleep if you want to. If you don’t, try to entertain yourself. I’ll be right back.” He grabbed his coat and left the room. I drank the medicine he gave me as I pondered about what happened earlier. I touched my lips. I can still feel it.
“I forgot to ask, what’s your name?” He popped out of nowhere making me jump slightly.
“Will you stop doing that?”
“Doing what?” How can he look so innocent?
“Never mind. It’s Kyuhyun by the way. Now leave. I want to sleep.”
I laid back down on my bed and closed my eyes to sleep.
.: || B || :.
Pairing: Kyusung,
Genre: Drama, Angst, Romance
Rating: R (for language)
Warning: mentions of suicide
Summary: Kyuhyun suffered a lot from physical abuse from his parents and he wanted to die. Jongwoon, a doctor from a nearby hospital, saves him.
Beta: Thank you to lebkuchenlove for beta'ing this fic.
A/N: This is a special request by sujulovenl. This wasn't meant to be a fic for KyuSung day but since I finished it in time, might as well add this as well.
A/N2: This was meant to be fluff and romantic but it didn't turn out that way. *sigh*
“Let go of me old man! I don’t want to be here anymore!” I screamed as I thrashed around. This old man carried me on his shoulder like I’m a fucking kid. For crying out loud, I’m already 17 years old!
“How could you possibly survive the world out there with a broken arm and a broken femur? And stop calling me old man. I’m not even 30.” Psh. What do you know? You practically live here anyway. What do you know about life? Still, arguing with him is pointless because this old man always has something to retort and it pisses me off. Even though it hurts my pride, I don’t have any other choice but to give up for now. I need to plan a strategy that is fool proof but first I need to get down; this position is embarrassing.
“You’re still old. Put me down now. I can’t possibly outrun you. You’re like a freaking ninja that pops out of nowhere.”
“I don’t want to,” he chuckled then spanked me. What the hell?! He spanked me, of all things? This guy is perverted! I don’t want to be here anymore! I screamed and thrashed around again, hoping to gather the attention of people around. “If you don’t stop right now, I’m going to kiss you.”
I scoffed at him. “Whatever. As if you’d do that.” I really hate you. I really, really hate you Kim Jongwoon.
“Don’t challenge him kid. He’s really going to do it,” the raccoon doctor warned me. I sighed. I’m tired anyway.
I guess you’re wondering who I am and how I ended up in this position right? Fine. Since I’m being a nice guy here, I’ll tell you my life story and how I ended up in this perverted old geezer’s shoulder.
Well, first off, my name is Cho Kyuhyun. Wait, that isn’t right. My parents threw me out so that makes me just Kyuhyun without a surname. I’m 17 years old, a junior in high school. I currently have a broken arm and a broken femur, some bruises across my torso, a black eye, and a bruised cheek. I also have scars all over me except for the places visible like my arms and face. All of which came from my drunkard father and my ruthless mother who see me as their punching bag.
I’ve had enough of my parents’ beatings so one day, I tried to stand up for myself hoping it would knock some sense to them or at least warm up their hearts but having them as parents mean that I’d be knocked out instead. My parents threw me out of the house completely broken, which by the way, meant literally. I woke up in the alleyway as the sun was setting with my body too sore that I couldn’t move. In all honesty, I waited for death to come. I waited to rot and be eaten by rats. I waited and waited.
It was probably past midnight when suddenly my stomach grumbled. If I was to die, I felt that I should at least have a full stomach but since I couldn’t move, I decided that starvation might be the cause of my death. I looked up and watched the stars. I smiled at how beautiful they were. I closed my eyes and breathed with difficulty. Even though I heard footsteps, I didn’t bother opening them. Who would want to save a broken boy? Right?
When I opened my eyes, I was already in the hospital. My arm and my thigh were casted while my bruises were tended to. I don’t know how long I was asleep or who found me but I don’t care. All I know is that I couldn’t afford the expenses and I needed to get away. I should probably kill myself too.
I pulled various wires and tubes from my body. I have no idea what they were for but there were too many of them. I tried to get up but intense pain surged through my torso. I gingerly touched it but I winced in pain. My parents might have kicked too hard.
There was a loud beeping sound and I panicked. What if they charge me? What if I go to jail? What if I got raped there? I’m not exaggerating! Males get raped in jail, especially the pretty ones. And I’m pretty! Wait, pretty is for girls so I’d say I’m handsome-not that I’m a narcissist or anything. A lot of people entered the room and I stared at them. I think my eyes seemed like they were bulging out of their sockets.
“What are you doing?” someone asked, his deep and husky voice reverberating.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m trying to escape,” Well duh? This feels like hell! I was waiting for my death, not another chance of being tortured.
“Feisty. I don’t want to deal with him. He’s all yours Dr. Kim,” the big burly guy who looked more like a bouncer than a doctor said. He patted the man with the husky voice and messy hair that covered his forehead. The latter just smiled at him while the former and the nurses left the room.
“Why were you trying to escape?” The doctor asked as he took a seat on a couch. Come to think of it, this is a very luxurious room. Who the hell is going to pay for all my expenses? Maybe they’re only waiting for me to get better and then sell me.
“I need to get out of here,” I said in a hurry. I tried to get up but the pain in my torso shot up again. Damn it!
“Don’t get up!” He pushed me down on the bed and squeezed my shoulder lightly. I tried to push away his hands but I failed. My body was still sore and my sudden movements made it worse. “Don’t move too much as well. It’s dangerous for you to move since you have a lot of broken bones. Two of your ribcage bones were also broken and it was dangerously close to your heart, it even punctured your lungs but only slightly. Blood clots are everywhere. I’m surprised to see you’re still alive.”
I was stunned at what he said. I was that close to death? I watched him resume his seat. I was already close to death and a fucktard took me away from salvation?!
“Who brought me here?”
To say I’m angry is an understatement because I’m boiling! I’m furious! I was so close to Elysium-so close to that happy place. But, news flash! A fucking idiot decided to be a hero and help me get stuck here. I exhaled loudly to calm myself down.
“Are you done with your musing?” he asked. My what? Since I’m so confused and my brain isn’t working full-time, I just raised an eyebrow at him. “You were making funny facial expressions.”
I groaned but he still continued. I hate this guy.
“Anyways, why do you want to know?”
“So I can kill him. I want to shred his innards to pieces and feed them to dogs!” I tried to demonstrate it with my hands. I was so furious that I ended up pounding my good hand onto the mattress.
“Why?” Damn him and his calm tone. I turned to him and saw that he had an amused smile on his face. He was leaning towards me, with his elbow resting on his cross legs and his chin resting on his knuckles. I tried not to be bothered by it. I wasn’t, really.
“Because that person saved me! I was already dying. I was already near that happy place people said! I was near Elysian Fields and that fucking person pulled me away from it! That was my chance to get out of this hell hole of a life!” I shouted. I noticed his smile disappeared as he stared at me.
He stood up and straightened his coat. Doctor coats are so awesome. If I don’t become a lawyer, I dreamed of becoming a doctor. Doctors look so cool! I bet a lot of girls drool over them.
“Sorry about that but as a doctor I can’t leave a hurt man lying on the ground. If you want to kill me, get well first. I have to go now.”
He left me gaping at him. He was the idiot who saved me?! That freak! I need to get out of here now! But of course, I still couldn’t move that much so I decided to just sleep. The moment I closed my eyes, I was out.
.: | :.
I was in the middle of the field holding an RC car. I placed the car down and started playing with it. I smiled at hyung who was beside me. He ruffled my hair as I concentrated on controlling the toy car.
Another car came and hit my car. The force was too much that my car ended up rolling on the ground till it stopped upside down. I cried. I looked to where my brother was standing but he was nowhere to be found. I looked down on my hands and saw blood. I cried again.
I opened my eyes. The dream had always ended there. I don’t want it to continue because I don’t want to relieve those memories. I looked around the room and I saw him-the guy who saved me, the guy who took my chance to Elysium, the stupid Dr. Kim.
“You were having a bad dream,” he said as he stroked my hair. I was too tired to argue so I just let him be. I watched him intently while questions flooded my mind. Why he was here when he knew I wanted to kill him? Why was he so nice to me? Why was he here when he’s busy? Does he even sleep? Those bags are too dark to be considered normal.
“Stop thinking too much and just sleep. I’ll try to be here when you wake up, ok?”
I think I was possessed at that moment because I followed him. I closed my eyes once again and let sleep take over me. The last thing I remember was his smiling face and his warm hand that stroked my hair.
I woke up alone in my big hospital room. This hospital room is bigger than my own room back home. Home. I don’t have a home anymore. Where would I go after I got out? Go to paradise perhaps? How? When? Am I ever leaving this place?
I looked around. It was dark outside. There were not many doctors and nurses around. Maybe I could escape now. I tried to pull the plug of the machine beside me. My torso hurt, yes, but I had to endure it. I wouldn’t feel the pain after dying, anyway.
I limped my way to the window. I groaned when I saw that there was no opening. I looked around to search for something useful. Aside from blankets and those wires, nothing else seemed to be able to help me. I don’t think this kind of window would be of any use since it’s fiber glass. Yeah, I’m fucked. I decided to try my luck on the door instead. I opened it quietly and looked around. No one is roaming around the hall. Great! I stealthily made my way to the staircase.
Who knew going down the stairs with a fucking cast on your arm and leg would be so tiring? I was around the tenth floor of this God damn building and I have to limp my way down towards the ground floor? Fuck this shit! Then again, I don’t have a choice, do I?
If I go out in the ground floor they’ll try and take me back to my room. No way. I headed towards the basement instead. After a few more minutes of torture, I managed to sneak a peek outside. I must be so lucky to find it uninhabited. I lurked around a little. No one was around. What a lucky bastard I am!
Freedom!
I limped my way towards the bench nearby because I was exhausted. I was panting really hard and my torso felt painful. I tried to restrain myself from moving as I tried to calm my erratic heart. I closed my eyes for a moment when suddenly I felt something warm attach to my cheek. I opened my eyes in shock and saw the weird doctor.
“Aren’t you supposed to be inside?” he asked as he took a seat beside me. He handed me a can of coffee, which I took reluctantly. How did he find me here?
“Are you stalking me?”
He laughed. Besides his eyes, I like his laughter too. What am I saying? Erase those thoughts! I shouldn’t think about him! He’s the reason why I’m here in the first place! I snapped out of my internal battle when I heard him laugh again. “What’s so funny?”
He cleared his throat. “Nothing. You have a lot of cute facial expressions.” I felt heat rising to my face. Please don’t tell me I’m blushing! “You’re blushing! You really are cute!” Damn. I should get out of here. I stood up and walked away from him. I don’t want to deal with this any longer.
I sat down on a bench not too far from where I sat earlier. The pain on my torso is too much and I’m wheezing now. I never knew walking would be so tiring.
“You should stop forcing yourself. You’re only going to make things worse.”
I turned to my side and saw that doctor. Why is he following me? Oh, right! He saved me from dying earlier. I should strangle him to death but I’m too weak to move right now.
“Stop telling me what to do. Just mind your own business, ok?”
“I can’t. You’re my responsibility for now. Let’s get you back to your room now so you can rest,” he tried to reason. I’m not going back in there. I don’t like that place. My mom’s going to kill me if…
I opened my eyes. When did I even close them? I forgot I was no longer a part of the family. I no longer had parents. I’m a wanderer with nowhere to go. I didn’t realize I was crying till I felt a finger brush my cheek and wipe my tears.
“Let’s get you to your room. Can you walk or should I carry you?”
I didn’t respond. I stood up and limped my way back to the main hospital. I’ll rest for now and then when I think I’m strong enough, I’ll try to run away again. Yeah, that’s the perfect plan. I was so lost in my own thoughts that I tripped. I readied myself to meet the ground but nothing came. I felt hands on my shoulder and they pulled me upwards.
“Be careful. If you trip again, I’m going to carry you understand?” He sounded firm. Again, I didn’t respond. I have to save as much energy as I could so I can get to my room safely. I tried to walk again-well, limp. I managed to enter the hospital but I staggered a bit and lost my balance. Some nurses made their way towards me and put me on the wheel chair.
I didn’t know who was pushing me-I didn’t care.
.: | :.
“He’s been asleep for three days straight now. Aren’t you going to do something about this, Jongwoon?” I heard someone say. That long?
“I can’t do anything about it. I think it’s better this way. At least his body will recuperate faster. And please call me hyung. I’m older than you,” I remember this voice. So the old man’s got a name huh?
“Oh, sorry hyung. I don’t get you sometimes. First, you brought him here and used your money to save this kid who you know nothing about then you let him be when he slips into coma. Are you sure you’re not going to experiment on him?” WHAT? “Oh look! He’s awake.”
I think I screamed that out loud. I opened my eyes and saw the doctors on my right side. The old man, or Jongwoon, according to that burly bouncer who looked like a raccoon, had a gentle smile on his face and caressed my hair.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
I tried to move my body but it felt heavy.
“You’ve been asleep for three days kid. You should consider yourself lucky it’s this guy who saw you not me because if he didn’t, you’d be rotting in the alley by now,” he stated. Dude that was what I’m aiming for! Can I strangle him now? Should I say that out loud? Nah. Maybe later.
They started, or rather, the old man started talking about my health and some things I neither remember nor understand. When he was finished talking, I tried to move my muscles because they were so stiff. Three days of being immobile really took a toll on me.
I tried to get up. My torso didn’t hurt that much anymore though and I still have the casts on. The doctors helped me up and when I got into a comfortable position, I looked-glared-at them.
“You could’ve let me die there you know? I wouldn’t mind anyway.” My voice sounded different. I cleared my throat a little before they handed me a glass of water. I gulped down the whole thing. I didn’t know I was this thirsty.
“You know that I can’t,” Jongwoon reasoned.
“But he can,” I retorted.
“Kid, don’t compare him with me. We’re two completely different people.” His right hand was on his forehead as he shook his head.
“So?”
“Jongwoon, I can’t deal with this kid. He’s just… I’m out!” He left. One down, one to go.
“Don’t be like that on him kid. He’s got a long day ahead of him,” the old man said as he sat down on the stool beside my bed.
“Tell that to someone who cares. Can I leave now?”
“No.” Oh, fuck you! “You still need to rest. I’ll go and bring you something to eat.” He ruffled my hair as he smiled. Afterwards, he left. Now’s my chance to escape! I limped my way towards the door and I stepped out.
“Where do you think you’re going, punk?”
That husky voice was just beside my ear. I felt his breath and it sent shivers down my spine. Oh for the love of God! I have to get out of here. He’s giving me the creeps. I limped faster, trying to get as far away from him as possible.
“You really shouldn’t be running away from me you know. You can’t run away from me either way because you’re handicapped and I’m not.”
“Do you really have to point that out? You do realize that I don’t care right? So shut the fuck up and just leave me alone.” This guy made me furious! I limped my way towards the hall and heard voices.
Civilization! Oh, how I miss you!
I walked past the elevator and made my way towards the fire exit.
“I think elevators are more convenient than stairs,” I heard him speak as I opened the door.
“I don’t give a fuck about your opinion. Now evaporate! You’re ruining my concentration.”
Before I even reached the first step, he lifted me and placed me on his shoulders. What the hell? “Let go of me old man! I don’t want to be here anymore!”
That’s how I ended up in that position. I should plan my escape more thoroughly if I want to escape the clutches of this ninja like doctor. I sighed dejectedly. When am I going to see the Elysian field?
He carefully laid me down on the bed and brought me the tray of food he fetched earlier. He took off his coat and took a seat on the stool beside me.
“Eat. Or do you want me to feed you? I mean, your right arm is on a cast unless you’re left handed that is.” What is this guy blabbering about? I rolled my eyes at him and tried to pick up the chopsticks. Well, what do you know? I can’t use chopsticks with my left hand.
“Let me help you with that,” he offered but I slapped his hand away.
“I can take care of myself. Now, shoo! I don’t want you here when I eat!”
Instead of shouting at me and cursing, which I really hope he wouldn’t do deep down inside me, he grabbed a magazine and browsed it while I eat. He’s not angry? Why isn’t he? I shrugged the thought away and tried to continue eating. I couldn’t really eat though, not without my right hand. I kept cursing and cursing until I’ve had enough and threw the chopsticks away.
“I’m not hungry.” That was a lie of course.
He bent down and picked up the discarded chopsticks and placed it on the tray. He pulled a new pair from his coat and tried to feed me with it. I looked away.
“I told you I’m not hungry,” I tried to argue but in reality I was actually begging him to try some more. Please feed me! I’m such a hypocrite.
“You need to eat. Come on finish at least half of the food here.”
“No.”
“Don’t be stubborn. You wouldn’t like the other method I have in mind to make you eat.”
I scoffed. “Try me,” I challenged, which wasn’t a good idea. If you don’t want to suffer from embarrassment, never, and I mean never, challenge a ninja-like doctor with a husky voice and fierce eyes. I should’ve listened to the bouncer’s warning. Fuck my life.
He took the food to his mouth, pulled my head towards his and before I knew it we were already lip-locked. I tried to push him away but he wouldn’t budge. I felt something slick on my lips, which made me gasp.
Wrong move.
I felt something push past my lips and into my mouth, something slick. I tried to move away when I realized it was his tongue but I still can’t. He was ravishing my mouth for a few minutes till finally he pulled away.
I knew I was blushing as I chew the food. Who wouldn’t? I never knew this old man is a perverted pedophile!
“Now, which method do you want me to use: the first one or the second one?” Does he really have to ask that?
“I-I s-said I-I’m n-not hu-hungry,” I stuttered. Why do I have to stutter? Kill me now!
“Fine. I’ll use my lips then.”
“What? W-wait-” His lips was on mine again. He’s kissing me again and why the hell am I responding? He stole my first and my second kiss! No! He pulled away a little longer than the first one leaving me flustered and red like a tomato. I admit though, he’s a good kisser-not that I have any experience.
“Are you going to open your mouth or will you remain stubborn? I can do this all day kid, just so you know.”
I immediately complied. I don’t want this old guy to steal my third kiss either. Everything is already embarrassing as it is. He kept feeding me till I feel I couldn’t take it anymore.
“I don’t…” I tried to say that I don’t want to eat anymore but I’m too scared that he might kiss me again. This perverted pedophile really creeps me out. I was waiting for a hand on the back of my head but surprisingly nothing came. I looked up at him and saw him smiling at me.
“You finished almost half of the food I prepared. That’s a good sign,” he caressed my hair gently making me blush. Why was he so nice to me? “Here’s your medicine. Drink it and go back to sleep if you want to. If you don’t, try to entertain yourself. I’ll be right back.” He grabbed his coat and left the room. I drank the medicine he gave me as I pondered about what happened earlier. I touched my lips. I can still feel it.
“I forgot to ask, what’s your name?” He popped out of nowhere making me jump slightly.
“Will you stop doing that?”
“Doing what?” How can he look so innocent?
“Never mind. It’s Kyuhyun by the way. Now leave. I want to sleep.”
I laid back down on my bed and closed my eyes to sleep.
.: || B || :.