Fragments of Love
Title:Fragments of Love
Pairing:Ryeowook x Yehsung (little bit of Yesung and Kyuhun)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Summary:My knees gave out and I sunk down to the ground, nothing but a heap of broken heart
“Yesung,don’t!” I cried out feebly one last time, hoping that I may still be able to change his mind. He shot me a glare that chilled its way through my soul. Without even looking back, he turned around the next curb, leaving me broken, abandoned and betrayed.
I hugged Mister Snuffles closer to my chest. I stared gloomily out my apartment window.
‘As if sitting here is going to make things better’ I thought wryly.
It’s been three weeks since the ‘incident’. I got home that night and practically mauled my apartment. Tables were overturned, fragmented china was scattered on the now dirty carpeted rug, office papers littered almost every square inch of the area and every picture frame of us now lay in a broken heap in a dark corner except one.
I picked up the one that I had set aside after I ransacked my place. The glass was cracked leaving sharp edges that pricked my fingers and the brass edges that framed the picture were missing large chunks but thankfully it was still intact.
Out of all our captured memories together, I can’t seem to let this one go. Sometimes when I closed my eyes I could still see the stars that were twinkling overhead or smell the woodsy smell the orchard gave off. It was truly a night to remember.
“Where are we going,Yesung?” I asked as he led me carefully through the stone carved path.
“Patience, my dear Wookie” He said softly, nuzzling my neck briefly before proceeding to guide me towards our destination. Sometimes I tripped or stumbled but he was always there to catch me. I already told him again and again to take the blasted blindfold off but he would just laugh with that husky voice of his and tease me about my intolerance.
Finally, we came to a stop. He told me to stay where I was and ran off somewhere until I could no longer hear the sound of the grass crunching underneath his dark purple sneakers. After what seemed like hours with just standing there and staring into the blackness, I felt him return too my side and gently wrap his arms around my waist.
“Close your eyes” he whispered in my ear.
I reluctantly obeyed and closed my eyes. He took of the blindfold and everything was a blur for a moment. But it didn’t last long. Everything came into focus and I could only gasp at the beauty of my surroundings.
The stars were like beautiful tear-like diamonds that decorated the black moonless canvas. The earth smelled wonderfully of fresh dew and in front of me, a few feet away, was a romantic spread for a couple, Champagne and all.
He smiled softly at my reaction. He took my small hands in his larger ones and tugged me gently towards his surprise. We laid down on the thin rose strewn blanket and gazed lovingly at one another. I was embarrassed and tried to wipe the tears that didn’t seem to stop flowing out from my eyes with the corner of my sleeve.
“Do you like it?” He asks, almost hesitantly, as if I was going to say no. Too baffled by words, I leaped towards him and attacked him with a hug, tears streaming down his face.
Yesung laughed freely, his smoky voice drifting with the howl of the evening breeze. He snaked his arms around my waist and adjusted me so that I was sitting comfortably in his lap.
“Ryeowook” he whispers in my ear. His hot breath sending shivers down my spine. He gently pulls my chin so that were face to face, his soft inviting lips only a few centimeters apart.
“Y-Yesung”I stuttered. I could feel my brain going hay-wire. I could swear a bright, red flush just rushed to
my cheeks right now. Slowly, he leaned in closer, his lips parting slightly.
‘Oh my god! Oh my god!’I thought frantically.
Merely a micrometer apart, he stopped. My heart thudded, if possible, louder. Anxiousness slowly crept its
way into my thoughts-Maybe he thinks I’m not ready or that I’m frightened, or maybe I have bad breath!
“I love you” he whispers softly against my lips. He closed the gap between us and suddenly it seemed as if
there was nobody else in the world except us. I felt all my worries melting away as I respond to the kiss.
It could have been hours, weeks, an eternity that we stayed that way. Soon,too soon, we had to break apart. I almost swooned at the way he looked at me. His obsidian orbs glitered happily and an unconscious smile curved his lips.
“Ryeowook” he said, allowing me to lean against his chest, resting my head under his chin “Let’s
remember this moment forever”
I peered at him curiously. “How?” I asked. A loud click sounded behind us. I jumped slightly out of his lap. Yesung chuckled and pointed at the origin of the sound.
A man stood behind us, a professional looking Nixon camera in his hand. Yesung re-adjusted me so that we were facing the camera but I was still sitting in his lap.
“Smile baby” he whispered in my ear. We both looked straight ahead into the lens and saw a bright flash blinded us momentarily.
He dropped me off home with a goodnight peck on my lips and I concluded that this was truly the best night of my life.
More sobs found its way to my throat. The tears running heavily down my face. I wiped the fallen drops that landed on the picture. I smiled wistfully at the picture of me and Yesung. He looked happy back then and content with just me but it changed. It all changed and I found out in the worst possible way.
“The number you are dialing is either busy or out of calling range. Please try again later” I snapped my phone shut with a frustrated huff.
Where was he? I checked my watch again to see that it had already been an hour. He was two fucking hours late for our date.
So here I was, standing outside the crown plaza, alone in my brand new suit I bought especially for the occasion. I sighed. 8:30, now he was an hour and 30 minutes late for our date.
I ran back to my car, got in and sat on the driver’s seat, partly drenched. I sped down the highway and made it to Yesung’s flat in no time. I clambered out and entered the flat using the spare house key he gave me.
I hadn’t even stepped a foot inside when I saw them. Yesung was naked and covered in sweat on top of his business partner, Kyuhyun, who was just as clothed as him.
I felt tears prickle my eyes. I stomped out from the scene and got into my car with n angry slam on the door. I turned on the ignition and drove until my car reached its maximum speed limit.
I saved a glance at the rear view mirror too see Yesung being soaked in the rain, a blanket tied around his waist, yelling what I hope were apologies.
I fought the urge to turn around and cover him in my jacket.
Tears blurred my sight as I drove aimlessly; turning on each road and curb I could see. I expected anger to well out of me but I only felt the excruciating and crushing emptiness.
That was a month ago; this is what happened in the alley he left me in:
It was cold that night as I made my way into the alley between Paumi’s Ramen shop and Joonsa’s
Buthchery. I received a text from Yesung telling me to meet me there. He said it was important.
Logic told me not to go but my heart just ached at the thought of Yesung standing alone in a dark alley. I turned down Isami’s curb and entered the dreary opening, finding him leaning against the wall, eyes closed.
I was about to cough, to catch his attention but he seemed to snap his eyes to me before I could make a move. He made his way to stand I front of me, a foot away. His eyes were not apologetic, they were hard as rhinestones and his posture only seemed to send the same message.
He opened his mouth but what he said was not was I expected. It wasn’t ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘please forgive me’.
“Let’s break up” he said bluntly.
I stared at him, my mouth opened in shock.
“I’m tired of you” he said “I’ve found somebody else. Don’t contact me again”
He made a move to turn away but I leaped the space between us and grabbed his arm.
“Please, don’t leave me” I choked out; tears that already leaked out once I saw his unmoving eyes flowing more freely.
“Don’t touch me!” he hissed, rudely grabbing his arm from Ryeowook’s tight grip “I hate you. I never want to see your face again”
“Yesung,don’!t” I cried out one last time but he continued walking until he reached the opening and turned, disappearing forever from my sight.
My knees gave out and I sunk to the ground, nothing but a heap of broken heart.
I grasped the frame tightly in my hand, ignoring the bleeding the sharded glass caused when it cut me. The pain in my heart was a million times worse. The tears flowed out so violently it hurt. I laid down on the couch, burying a pillow my face, allowing it to soak up my tears.
Pairing:Ryeowook x Yehsung (little bit of Yesung and Kyuhun)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Summary:My knees gave out and I sunk down to the ground, nothing but a heap of broken heart
“Yesung,don’t!” I cried out feebly one last time, hoping that I may still be able to change his mind. He shot me a glare that chilled its way through my soul. Without even looking back, he turned around the next curb, leaving me broken, abandoned and betrayed.
I hugged Mister Snuffles closer to my chest. I stared gloomily out my apartment window.
‘As if sitting here is going to make things better’ I thought wryly.
It’s been three weeks since the ‘incident’. I got home that night and practically mauled my apartment. Tables were overturned, fragmented china was scattered on the now dirty carpeted rug, office papers littered almost every square inch of the area and every picture frame of us now lay in a broken heap in a dark corner except one.
I picked up the one that I had set aside after I ransacked my place. The glass was cracked leaving sharp edges that pricked my fingers and the brass edges that framed the picture were missing large chunks but thankfully it was still intact.
Out of all our captured memories together, I can’t seem to let this one go. Sometimes when I closed my eyes I could still see the stars that were twinkling overhead or smell the woodsy smell the orchard gave off. It was truly a night to remember.
“Where are we going,Yesung?” I asked as he led me carefully through the stone carved path.
“Patience, my dear Wookie” He said softly, nuzzling my neck briefly before proceeding to guide me towards our destination. Sometimes I tripped or stumbled but he was always there to catch me. I already told him again and again to take the blasted blindfold off but he would just laugh with that husky voice of his and tease me about my intolerance.
Finally, we came to a stop. He told me to stay where I was and ran off somewhere until I could no longer hear the sound of the grass crunching underneath his dark purple sneakers. After what seemed like hours with just standing there and staring into the blackness, I felt him return too my side and gently wrap his arms around my waist.
“Close your eyes” he whispered in my ear.
I reluctantly obeyed and closed my eyes. He took of the blindfold and everything was a blur for a moment. But it didn’t last long. Everything came into focus and I could only gasp at the beauty of my surroundings.
The stars were like beautiful tear-like diamonds that decorated the black moonless canvas. The earth smelled wonderfully of fresh dew and in front of me, a few feet away, was a romantic spread for a couple, Champagne and all.
He smiled softly at my reaction. He took my small hands in his larger ones and tugged me gently towards his surprise. We laid down on the thin rose strewn blanket and gazed lovingly at one another. I was embarrassed and tried to wipe the tears that didn’t seem to stop flowing out from my eyes with the corner of my sleeve.
“Do you like it?” He asks, almost hesitantly, as if I was going to say no. Too baffled by words, I leaped towards him and attacked him with a hug, tears streaming down his face.
Yesung laughed freely, his smoky voice drifting with the howl of the evening breeze. He snaked his arms around my waist and adjusted me so that I was sitting comfortably in his lap.
“Ryeowook” he whispers in my ear. His hot breath sending shivers down my spine. He gently pulls my chin so that were face to face, his soft inviting lips only a few centimeters apart.
“Y-Yesung”I stuttered. I could feel my brain going hay-wire. I could swear a bright, red flush just rushed to
my cheeks right now. Slowly, he leaned in closer, his lips parting slightly.
‘Oh my god! Oh my god!’I thought frantically.
Merely a micrometer apart, he stopped. My heart thudded, if possible, louder. Anxiousness slowly crept its
way into my thoughts-Maybe he thinks I’m not ready or that I’m frightened, or maybe I have bad breath!
“I love you” he whispers softly against my lips. He closed the gap between us and suddenly it seemed as if
there was nobody else in the world except us. I felt all my worries melting away as I respond to the kiss.
It could have been hours, weeks, an eternity that we stayed that way. Soon,too soon, we had to break apart. I almost swooned at the way he looked at me. His obsidian orbs glitered happily and an unconscious smile curved his lips.
“Ryeowook” he said, allowing me to lean against his chest, resting my head under his chin “Let’s
remember this moment forever”
I peered at him curiously. “How?” I asked. A loud click sounded behind us. I jumped slightly out of his lap. Yesung chuckled and pointed at the origin of the sound.
A man stood behind us, a professional looking Nixon camera in his hand. Yesung re-adjusted me so that we were facing the camera but I was still sitting in his lap.
“Smile baby” he whispered in my ear. We both looked straight ahead into the lens and saw a bright flash blinded us momentarily.
He dropped me off home with a goodnight peck on my lips and I concluded that this was truly the best night of my life.
More sobs found its way to my throat. The tears running heavily down my face. I wiped the fallen drops that landed on the picture. I smiled wistfully at the picture of me and Yesung. He looked happy back then and content with just me but it changed. It all changed and I found out in the worst possible way.
“The number you are dialing is either busy or out of calling range. Please try again later” I snapped my phone shut with a frustrated huff.
Where was he? I checked my watch again to see that it had already been an hour. He was two fucking hours late for our date.
So here I was, standing outside the crown plaza, alone in my brand new suit I bought especially for the occasion. I sighed. 8:30, now he was an hour and 30 minutes late for our date.
I ran back to my car, got in and sat on the driver’s seat, partly drenched. I sped down the highway and made it to Yesung’s flat in no time. I clambered out and entered the flat using the spare house key he gave me.
I hadn’t even stepped a foot inside when I saw them. Yesung was naked and covered in sweat on top of his business partner, Kyuhyun, who was just as clothed as him.
I felt tears prickle my eyes. I stomped out from the scene and got into my car with n angry slam on the door. I turned on the ignition and drove until my car reached its maximum speed limit.
I saved a glance at the rear view mirror too see Yesung being soaked in the rain, a blanket tied around his waist, yelling what I hope were apologies.
I fought the urge to turn around and cover him in my jacket.
Tears blurred my sight as I drove aimlessly; turning on each road and curb I could see. I expected anger to well out of me but I only felt the excruciating and crushing emptiness.
That was a month ago; this is what happened in the alley he left me in:
It was cold that night as I made my way into the alley between Paumi’s Ramen shop and Joonsa’s
Buthchery. I received a text from Yesung telling me to meet me there. He said it was important.
Logic told me not to go but my heart just ached at the thought of Yesung standing alone in a dark alley. I turned down Isami’s curb and entered the dreary opening, finding him leaning against the wall, eyes closed.
I was about to cough, to catch his attention but he seemed to snap his eyes to me before I could make a move. He made his way to stand I front of me, a foot away. His eyes were not apologetic, they were hard as rhinestones and his posture only seemed to send the same message.
He opened his mouth but what he said was not was I expected. It wasn’t ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘please forgive me’.
“Let’s break up” he said bluntly.
I stared at him, my mouth opened in shock.
“I’m tired of you” he said “I’ve found somebody else. Don’t contact me again”
He made a move to turn away but I leaped the space between us and grabbed his arm.
“Please, don’t leave me” I choked out; tears that already leaked out once I saw his unmoving eyes flowing more freely.
“Don’t touch me!” he hissed, rudely grabbing his arm from Ryeowook’s tight grip “I hate you. I never want to see your face again”
“Yesung,don’!t” I cried out one last time but he continued walking until he reached the opening and turned, disappearing forever from my sight.
My knees gave out and I sunk to the ground, nothing but a heap of broken heart.
I grasped the frame tightly in my hand, ignoring the bleeding the sharded glass caused when it cut me. The pain in my heart was a million times worse. The tears flowed out so violently it hurt. I laid down on the couch, burying a pillow my face, allowing it to soak up my tears.