Miracle [writing]
Title: Miracle
Focus: SS501
Word Count: 944
Rating: G
Warnings: hospitals
Notes: Revived because there needs to be more activity at gyonggo.
It's Christmas Eve. Snow is falling and bells are ringing. Outside big tall trees are decorated brightly with lights for the holidays. Inside the waiting room of a local hospital, four of the five double S members sit, waiting. Footsteps constantly echo down the hallway. Whenever it seems like a pair are getting closer, all four look up, then back down again. It isn't him.
JungMin gets up and paces, then sits back down again. It's his habit. He can't sit still, but feels sick every time he stands. KyuJong, seated beside him, reaches out to pat his shoulder. He leans over and rests his head against the younger boy, staring ahead at nothing in particular.
YoungSaeng, meanwhile, is spacing out again. HyunJoong reaches over to tap him on the shoulder, recalling him back to reality. The younger blinks a bit in confusion at him, then looks away again.
Footsteps approach. All four look up and, for once, it's the right man approaching. He gestures for HyunJoong to follow him and the leader does so, casting a reassuring glance at the rest of his bandmates. They want to follow, but there's no point in doing that. That would just delay HyunJoong getting them the information they so desperately need.
Shortly after, the eldest returns. "We can see him," he says, his voice raspy.
All three stand in unison and follow HyunJoong to the room of the patient they've been waiting for.
"One at a time," he says. "Who wants to go first?"
The three look to him, then away. He wouldn't have asked if he had wanted to be the first.
"I will," JungMin volunteers. He raises the stuffed bear he's been hanging onto almost since they got there. It was something he'd bought at the gift shop to give himself something to do. "I wanna give him this."
The rest nod and he opens the door, disappearing inside. Leaning against the wall, YoungSaeng asks almost inaudibly, "How's he doing?"
HyunJoong shakes his head. "He's not even awake."
The relief that had coursed through them all fades away to be replaced by a cold chill. HyunJoong doesn't have to say it; they all hear the ominous He might not wake up in his voice.
Shortly after, JungMin comes out. He smiles a bit, but it doesn't reach his eyes. HyunJoong reaches out to pat his shoulder and pull him into a hug.
There's a silence as KyuJong and YoungSaeng decide between one another. The self proclaimed prince of the group is next to go.
No one speaks this time around and no one speaks during KyuJong's turn, either.
Finally, it's the band leader's turn. He nods to all three. "You should all go get something to eat." And they know he won't be leaving the room until he's dragged out.
Inside the hospital room, the baby of their group lays covered in blankets, an IV tube slipping over them to his arm. His head is swathed in bandages and he looks pale and sickly inside his oversized hospital gown. Tucked in his arm is the stuffed teddy bear from the gift shop.
HyunJoong shudders involuntarily as he pulls up a chair and reaches out to take the youngest's hand. It's limp, lifeless.
"Hey..."
No response. The oldest fights back tears. Tears he's been holding back since they got here.
He wipes at his nose, then smiles a bit as he begins to speak. "Everyone's waiting for you."
At first the words are hard to say. But gradually they get easier.
"You're not going to leave us waiting for too long, are you? That wouldn't be fair..." He takes HyungJun's hand in both of his hand lightly squeezes it. "Don't you remember all the things you said you wanted to do this year? Before it was over?"
He takes another breath, then tries to recall HyungJun's babbling of the past couple of weeks.
"You were going to take JungMin fishing over the lake. Even though he said it wouldn't be frozen enough. KyuJong was going to help you bake a cake for New Year's dinner. You wanted to do YoungSaeng's hair." He laughed a bit. "Though why he would trust you with scissors I'll never know."
He sniffs and squeezes HyungJun's hand. There's no response and this is more disconcerting than anything. HyunJoong has never known HyungJun to be so still. Even in his sleep he moves, hogging the blankets to his side of their cramped space on the floor.
HyunJoong shuts his eyes and tries not to think about how he might never have to complain about that again.
He bites on his lip and opens his eyes. "Baby... You have to wake up. What're we going to do without you? Who's going to mooch money off of us at the amusement parks? Who's going to make us laugh like you do? Who's going to annoy the manager? Who-who am I going to cuddle up to every night when it's cold?" He shakes his head, his shoulders racking now with his sobs. But he doesn't care so much anymore. It wasn't like anyone could see. No one would know how much his heart broke to watch HyungJun looking so lifeless in this hospital bed. "Baby... Please wake up. Please..."
The clock beside the bed begins to beep. HyunJoong looks over. Midnight.
Sighing, he raises his eyes to the ceiling. "Merry Christmas," he murmurs dejectedly.
"M'ry Chris'mas..."
HyunJoong's grip on the hand in his tightens and he looks immediately back down. "What?"
"M'ry Chris'mas..." Yawning, the baby of the group slowly opens his eyes. "Di' you call f'r me?" he mumbles with a small smile.
HyunJoong compulsively squeezes HyungJun's hand, having gone past the point of words. They stay that way for a while. Until finally HyungJun complains.
"Y'r hurting m' hand..."
And HyunJoong doesn't think he's ever been happier.
Focus: SS501
Word Count: 944
Rating: G
Warnings: hospitals
Notes: Revived because there needs to be more activity at gyonggo.
It's Christmas Eve. Snow is falling and bells are ringing. Outside big tall trees are decorated brightly with lights for the holidays. Inside the waiting room of a local hospital, four of the five double S members sit, waiting. Footsteps constantly echo down the hallway. Whenever it seems like a pair are getting closer, all four look up, then back down again. It isn't him.
JungMin gets up and paces, then sits back down again. It's his habit. He can't sit still, but feels sick every time he stands. KyuJong, seated beside him, reaches out to pat his shoulder. He leans over and rests his head against the younger boy, staring ahead at nothing in particular.
YoungSaeng, meanwhile, is spacing out again. HyunJoong reaches over to tap him on the shoulder, recalling him back to reality. The younger blinks a bit in confusion at him, then looks away again.
Footsteps approach. All four look up and, for once, it's the right man approaching. He gestures for HyunJoong to follow him and the leader does so, casting a reassuring glance at the rest of his bandmates. They want to follow, but there's no point in doing that. That would just delay HyunJoong getting them the information they so desperately need.
Shortly after, the eldest returns. "We can see him," he says, his voice raspy.
All three stand in unison and follow HyunJoong to the room of the patient they've been waiting for.
"One at a time," he says. "Who wants to go first?"
The three look to him, then away. He wouldn't have asked if he had wanted to be the first.
"I will," JungMin volunteers. He raises the stuffed bear he's been hanging onto almost since they got there. It was something he'd bought at the gift shop to give himself something to do. "I wanna give him this."
The rest nod and he opens the door, disappearing inside. Leaning against the wall, YoungSaeng asks almost inaudibly, "How's he doing?"
HyunJoong shakes his head. "He's not even awake."
The relief that had coursed through them all fades away to be replaced by a cold chill. HyunJoong doesn't have to say it; they all hear the ominous He might not wake up in his voice.
Shortly after, JungMin comes out. He smiles a bit, but it doesn't reach his eyes. HyunJoong reaches out to pat his shoulder and pull him into a hug.
There's a silence as KyuJong and YoungSaeng decide between one another. The self proclaimed prince of the group is next to go.
No one speaks this time around and no one speaks during KyuJong's turn, either.
Finally, it's the band leader's turn. He nods to all three. "You should all go get something to eat." And they know he won't be leaving the room until he's dragged out.
Inside the hospital room, the baby of their group lays covered in blankets, an IV tube slipping over them to his arm. His head is swathed in bandages and he looks pale and sickly inside his oversized hospital gown. Tucked in his arm is the stuffed teddy bear from the gift shop.
HyunJoong shudders involuntarily as he pulls up a chair and reaches out to take the youngest's hand. It's limp, lifeless.
"Hey..."
No response. The oldest fights back tears. Tears he's been holding back since they got here.
He wipes at his nose, then smiles a bit as he begins to speak. "Everyone's waiting for you."
At first the words are hard to say. But gradually they get easier.
"You're not going to leave us waiting for too long, are you? That wouldn't be fair..." He takes HyungJun's hand in both of his hand lightly squeezes it. "Don't you remember all the things you said you wanted to do this year? Before it was over?"
He takes another breath, then tries to recall HyungJun's babbling of the past couple of weeks.
"You were going to take JungMin fishing over the lake. Even though he said it wouldn't be frozen enough. KyuJong was going to help you bake a cake for New Year's dinner. You wanted to do YoungSaeng's hair." He laughed a bit. "Though why he would trust you with scissors I'll never know."
He sniffs and squeezes HyungJun's hand. There's no response and this is more disconcerting than anything. HyunJoong has never known HyungJun to be so still. Even in his sleep he moves, hogging the blankets to his side of their cramped space on the floor.
HyunJoong shuts his eyes and tries not to think about how he might never have to complain about that again.
He bites on his lip and opens his eyes. "Baby... You have to wake up. What're we going to do without you? Who's going to mooch money off of us at the amusement parks? Who's going to make us laugh like you do? Who's going to annoy the manager? Who-who am I going to cuddle up to every night when it's cold?" He shakes his head, his shoulders racking now with his sobs. But he doesn't care so much anymore. It wasn't like anyone could see. No one would know how much his heart broke to watch HyungJun looking so lifeless in this hospital bed. "Baby... Please wake up. Please..."
The clock beside the bed begins to beep. HyunJoong looks over. Midnight.
Sighing, he raises his eyes to the ceiling. "Merry Christmas," he murmurs dejectedly.
"M'ry Chris'mas..."
HyunJoong's grip on the hand in his tightens and he looks immediately back down. "What?"
"M'ry Chris'mas..." Yawning, the baby of the group slowly opens his eyes. "Di' you call f'r me?" he mumbles with a small smile.
HyunJoong compulsively squeezes HyungJun's hand, having gone past the point of words. They stay that way for a while. Until finally HyungJun complains.
"Y'r hurting m' hand..."
And HyunJoong doesn't think he's ever been happier.