Blind
Title: Blind
Pairing: KyuMin
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst, Romance
Warning: Mentioned suicidal
Summary: Not only Sungmin, but also Kyuhyun's blind.
it’s him again, playing his guitar smoothly and singing softly. he always has those sunglasses on his face, i wonder if he has beautiful orbs behind those black glasses. no, i don’t know his name. i feel insecure to approach him. i mean, he’s so flawless; it’s so contrast with me and the scar on my forehead. although i always have headband to cover it, it’s still visible. and it makes me unconfident. since i’m a photographer myself, i always take his pictures everyday, maybe i’ve gathered a mountain of his pictures, but i can’t get enough.
today is different. he doesn’t bring his guitar with him. he just sits on the park bench, staying silent and unmoving. he doesn’t even move his head, or hands, or legs. he’s just sitting there quietly like waiting for someone. and it breaks my shield to keep myself under the rock. it’s because he confuses me. so, i manage to move my feet to approach him and sit beside him.
“you…” he suddenly says.
i watch his smile blooming on his flawless pale face, “yes?”
“you…” he says again, “i know you.”
“you know me?”
“no, i feel you.”
it’s the time i knit my eyebrows into a straight line. i really can’t understand what he’s talking about.
“i know you don’t understand.” he answers my confusion, “i mean i’ve felt you around me all this time. but, you’ve never approached me until today. can i ask you why?”
i clear my throat because it’s embarrassing if you get caught by the person you’re stalking.
“well,” i start, “you gain my attention since you’re always sitting here and playing your guitar. and you have a nice voice too.”
“you took my pictures too, right?”
“so, you saw me?”
the man shakes his head, “i’ve told you i felt you. i can’t see.”
“what do you mean…?”
he put off his sunglasses which are always on his face and i see a pair of dark deep brown orbs. but, i can see something foggy inside his iris too. he’s not joking, he’s blind.
“you know what i mean?” he asks me.
“yes…” he makes me speechless, “and you can play guitar…”
“i’ve learned it before i got blind.”
“ah…”
“what’s your name?”
“i’m cho kyuhyun.”
he gives me a sweet smile then, “i’m lee sungmin.”
“ah…okay.” and i feel dumb after saying that kind of word.
“i think i have to go now.” sungmin says, “see you later.”
he extends his stick and starts walking away, leaving me (still) speechless because finally i know his name.
”
he’s not sitting on the park bench today. i can’t find him anywhere in this park. he doesn’t come today. i feel myself overwhelmed by disappointment. and suddenly i get scared too. what if he won’t appear in this park anymore? what if i can’t meet him in the future?
i flop down on the same bench we met yesterday and sigh heavily. i’m trying to make myself sure it’s just a ridiculous fear, but at the same time my mind is convincing me that it can happen.
i raise my camera to take some pictures, but i’m just not in the mood!
so, i decide to go home before i break some plants.
”
he’s there!
i rub my eyes to get a better view. he’s really there, on the same bench.
“where did you go yesterday?” i blurt out before greeting him.
great, kyuhyun, you’re just like a possessive bastard!
he lets out a soft chuckle, “did you miss me, kyuhyun?”
“wha-…i don’t…i mean…”
“i’m kidding.” sungmin laughs now, “you don’t have to be that nervous, you know?”
“i’m not…” i say faintly but he ignores it.
“i checked up my eyes yesterday.” sungmin explains his reason, “sorry if i made you looking for me.”
“it’s okay…”
there’s a comfort silence between us and i decide to take some pictures of him.
“you’re taking my pictures again.” sungmin stated, “i’m now curious why you like taking my pictures. i mean i’m not a model and i don’t have a nice face.”
but you’re beautiful, i answer him, in my heart.
“well, you have good angles to take.” i tell him, “you have to see your pictures sometime.”
sungmin lowered his face and smiled sadly. then he extends his stick, “see you, kyuhyun.”
wait, why did he make a face like that? did i say something wrong?
you have to see your pictures sometime.
oh, right…i wonder if there’s someone dumber than me now.
”
“i’m sorry.” i say to him.
“hi, kyuhyun.” he smiles, “and sorry for what?”
“yesterday…i-i…i wasn’t supposedly talking like that…”
“never mind.” he sighs, “i’m used to it.”
“but, really, sungmin. i wish you so you can see again.”
“thanks, kyuhyun. it’s really helping.”
“i mean it!”
“of course, you mean it.” sungmin chuckles, “no, i’m not kidding. a single pray like that is helping me to be motivated, so i mean it, kyuhyun.”
“hmm…”
then suddenly, i feel a hand turn my face to him. he cups both my cheeks softly.
“you know, i wonder what you look like. but, since i can’t see, can i touch your face?”
“you’ve touched my face, sungmin.” i chuckle to him.
i notice there’s faint blush on his cheeks, “you know what i mean.”
“you’re pleased to do whatever you want with my face, sungmin.” i reply him.
then he starts tracking the outline of my face with his hands.
“you have a scar…?” he touches the scare on my forehead gently, “you never said.”
“it’s not something to be proud of, sungmin.” i say to him, holding his wrist softly.
then he goes closer to my face and he kisses my forehead, where the scar exists.
“don’t be sad because of this.” sungmin whispers.
and it’s the time i cup is cheeks and kiss him right there, on his soft lips. i can say that he melts into the kiss because his hands are on the back of my head, stroking my hair softly.
“what are you doing to me…?” he asks me between our kiss.
“what?”
“you make my heart like about to blow, kyuhyun.” sungmin says and deepens our kiss.
we keep kissing until we both need the air.
“it’s my question, sungmin.” i brush his lips with my thumb, “you’ve got me since the first time i saw you.”
sungmin removes some strands from my face and smiles lovingly, “i really want to see you, kyuhyun. i swear…i wish i could see your face, your eyes.”
“you’ll regret it later. i’m not the nice thing to be seen.”
sungmin laughs and brings my head onto his chest. i can feel the vibration of his heartbeat.
“i won’t regret.” sungmin replies, “because for me, vision isn’t important. but, i really want to see you.”
i sneak my arms around his thin waist, “you will.”
”
my heart screams ‘no!’. but my brain says ‘yes! it’s happened!’
it’s raining. and i always hate rain, because it always brings sorrowful, like this one.
“he…always talked about you, kyuhyun.” his mother sobs in front of me, “this is so fast…”
“what…” i manage to ask, “when…how long has he have brain cancer…?”
“before he knew you, he had been sentenced to live in about a month. but you came and he got his motivation to survive. but, god said differently. he had to go…”
i caress his pale cheeks. he’s there, lying in the coffin like sleeping. no, he’s not dead. he’s just sleeping.
”
it’s empty.
it’s dark
it’s foggy.
it’s clouded.
my brain.
i can’t think anything other than sungmin. he said he would see me, right…?
i’m like walking in the air. i approach the cabinet in my bathroom and take something from it.
what is it? i don’t have any idea. i pour the contents on my hand and gulp them in one go into my mouth.
don’t you know that you’ve made me blind, sungmin?
right, you’ve made me blind. i can’t see anything other than darkness.
but, no, there’s a light in the end of it, and it’s the only thing i can see.
it’s you.
Pairing: KyuMin
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst, Romance
Warning: Mentioned suicidal
Summary: Not only Sungmin, but also Kyuhyun's blind.
it’s him again, playing his guitar smoothly and singing softly. he always has those sunglasses on his face, i wonder if he has beautiful orbs behind those black glasses. no, i don’t know his name. i feel insecure to approach him. i mean, he’s so flawless; it’s so contrast with me and the scar on my forehead. although i always have headband to cover it, it’s still visible. and it makes me unconfident. since i’m a photographer myself, i always take his pictures everyday, maybe i’ve gathered a mountain of his pictures, but i can’t get enough.
today is different. he doesn’t bring his guitar with him. he just sits on the park bench, staying silent and unmoving. he doesn’t even move his head, or hands, or legs. he’s just sitting there quietly like waiting for someone. and it breaks my shield to keep myself under the rock. it’s because he confuses me. so, i manage to move my feet to approach him and sit beside him.
“you…” he suddenly says.
i watch his smile blooming on his flawless pale face, “yes?”
“you…” he says again, “i know you.”
“you know me?”
“no, i feel you.”
it’s the time i knit my eyebrows into a straight line. i really can’t understand what he’s talking about.
“i know you don’t understand.” he answers my confusion, “i mean i’ve felt you around me all this time. but, you’ve never approached me until today. can i ask you why?”
i clear my throat because it’s embarrassing if you get caught by the person you’re stalking.
“well,” i start, “you gain my attention since you’re always sitting here and playing your guitar. and you have a nice voice too.”
“you took my pictures too, right?”
“so, you saw me?”
the man shakes his head, “i’ve told you i felt you. i can’t see.”
“what do you mean…?”
he put off his sunglasses which are always on his face and i see a pair of dark deep brown orbs. but, i can see something foggy inside his iris too. he’s not joking, he’s blind.
“you know what i mean?” he asks me.
“yes…” he makes me speechless, “and you can play guitar…”
“i’ve learned it before i got blind.”
“ah…”
“what’s your name?”
“i’m cho kyuhyun.”
he gives me a sweet smile then, “i’m lee sungmin.”
“ah…okay.” and i feel dumb after saying that kind of word.
“i think i have to go now.” sungmin says, “see you later.”
he extends his stick and starts walking away, leaving me (still) speechless because finally i know his name.
”
he’s not sitting on the park bench today. i can’t find him anywhere in this park. he doesn’t come today. i feel myself overwhelmed by disappointment. and suddenly i get scared too. what if he won’t appear in this park anymore? what if i can’t meet him in the future?
i flop down on the same bench we met yesterday and sigh heavily. i’m trying to make myself sure it’s just a ridiculous fear, but at the same time my mind is convincing me that it can happen.
i raise my camera to take some pictures, but i’m just not in the mood!
so, i decide to go home before i break some plants.
”
he’s there!
i rub my eyes to get a better view. he’s really there, on the same bench.
“where did you go yesterday?” i blurt out before greeting him.
great, kyuhyun, you’re just like a possessive bastard!
he lets out a soft chuckle, “did you miss me, kyuhyun?”
“wha-…i don’t…i mean…”
“i’m kidding.” sungmin laughs now, “you don’t have to be that nervous, you know?”
“i’m not…” i say faintly but he ignores it.
“i checked up my eyes yesterday.” sungmin explains his reason, “sorry if i made you looking for me.”
“it’s okay…”
there’s a comfort silence between us and i decide to take some pictures of him.
“you’re taking my pictures again.” sungmin stated, “i’m now curious why you like taking my pictures. i mean i’m not a model and i don’t have a nice face.”
but you’re beautiful, i answer him, in my heart.
“well, you have good angles to take.” i tell him, “you have to see your pictures sometime.”
sungmin lowered his face and smiled sadly. then he extends his stick, “see you, kyuhyun.”
wait, why did he make a face like that? did i say something wrong?
you have to see your pictures sometime.
oh, right…i wonder if there’s someone dumber than me now.
”
“i’m sorry.” i say to him.
“hi, kyuhyun.” he smiles, “and sorry for what?”
“yesterday…i-i…i wasn’t supposedly talking like that…”
“never mind.” he sighs, “i’m used to it.”
“but, really, sungmin. i wish you so you can see again.”
“thanks, kyuhyun. it’s really helping.”
“i mean it!”
“of course, you mean it.” sungmin chuckles, “no, i’m not kidding. a single pray like that is helping me to be motivated, so i mean it, kyuhyun.”
“hmm…”
then suddenly, i feel a hand turn my face to him. he cups both my cheeks softly.
“you know, i wonder what you look like. but, since i can’t see, can i touch your face?”
“you’ve touched my face, sungmin.” i chuckle to him.
i notice there’s faint blush on his cheeks, “you know what i mean.”
“you’re pleased to do whatever you want with my face, sungmin.” i reply him.
then he starts tracking the outline of my face with his hands.
“you have a scar…?” he touches the scare on my forehead gently, “you never said.”
“it’s not something to be proud of, sungmin.” i say to him, holding his wrist softly.
then he goes closer to my face and he kisses my forehead, where the scar exists.
“don’t be sad because of this.” sungmin whispers.
and it’s the time i cup is cheeks and kiss him right there, on his soft lips. i can say that he melts into the kiss because his hands are on the back of my head, stroking my hair softly.
“what are you doing to me…?” he asks me between our kiss.
“what?”
“you make my heart like about to blow, kyuhyun.” sungmin says and deepens our kiss.
we keep kissing until we both need the air.
“it’s my question, sungmin.” i brush his lips with my thumb, “you’ve got me since the first time i saw you.”
sungmin removes some strands from my face and smiles lovingly, “i really want to see you, kyuhyun. i swear…i wish i could see your face, your eyes.”
“you’ll regret it later. i’m not the nice thing to be seen.”
sungmin laughs and brings my head onto his chest. i can feel the vibration of his heartbeat.
“i won’t regret.” sungmin replies, “because for me, vision isn’t important. but, i really want to see you.”
i sneak my arms around his thin waist, “you will.”
”
my heart screams ‘no!’. but my brain says ‘yes! it’s happened!’
it’s raining. and i always hate rain, because it always brings sorrowful, like this one.
“he…always talked about you, kyuhyun.” his mother sobs in front of me, “this is so fast…”
“what…” i manage to ask, “when…how long has he have brain cancer…?”
“before he knew you, he had been sentenced to live in about a month. but you came and he got his motivation to survive. but, god said differently. he had to go…”
i caress his pale cheeks. he’s there, lying in the coffin like sleeping. no, he’s not dead. he’s just sleeping.
”
it’s empty.
it’s dark
it’s foggy.
it’s clouded.
my brain.
i can’t think anything other than sungmin. he said he would see me, right…?
i’m like walking in the air. i approach the cabinet in my bathroom and take something from it.
what is it? i don’t have any idea. i pour the contents on my hand and gulp them in one go into my mouth.
don’t you know that you’ve made me blind, sungmin?
right, you’ve made me blind. i can’t see anything other than darkness.
but, no, there’s a light in the end of it, and it’s the only thing i can see.
it’s you.