The End Of Bastard Cho Kyuhyun
Title: The End Of Bastard Cho Kyuhyun
Pairing: Kyuwook (Kyuhyun Centric), minor!Kyumin, minor!Yewook
Rating: PG 15 (Some mentions of sex)
Genre: Fluff, angst, not sure...
Inspired by sthlikeit and her supernova fanfic with the prompt drabble oneshot. It's awesome and a hundred time's better than this. This is crap because I can't write angst. Ugh. So please go read Supernova. :)))) This might be wierd because I wrote from second person and in the point of view of Kyuhyun. Sorry if he turns out to be a total jerk but this is how my wierd angst ends up.
Fool
You’re not stupid. You’ve never known such a thing as weakness because really, even the trees bent your way to keep the rain away. People declared their love and you strung them up around your finger to make life simpler. They whined and there was no need for complications. There was no need for love. You didn’t love. You were Cho Kyuhyun. You were no fool.
Tie
He was new to your apartment because when you thought 12 couldn’t get bigger, it did. Just a little bit. You wondered how long before he confessed to you. The perfect little rejection was already planned, perfect for a small boy with a small heart. Cho Kyuhyun always knew how to keep it cool. You watched them tug his luggage into your room and knowing you, you weren’t going to help. He had his back turned. You watched him struggle wonderfully with something but you were more curious about the lines under his shirt. It came off too soon and he left. You glared down at the stupid easy pink tie.
Geometry
You were the best at math and that included geometry. It was your favourite subject in high school. Shapes were easy to do and you liked shapes. Like the beautiful arch, or semi circle, Sungmin’s back made when your finger pressed into the depths of that curve. But recently, there’s been another shape on your mind. One that you couldn’t quite place a name. It was the shape of a face, not quite oval because of the smooth dip under cheekbones. You found yourself looking, studying and you convinced yourself you were thinking of geometry.
Golden
One of the first things you remembered, besides the shape of his face, was his name. It really reflected the type of person he was. Because somehow the most memorable of his days went from sucking faces with Sungmin to this boy’s shy smile. Cho Kyuhyun could move mountains with the clouds or human civlization. This boy moved mountains with his smile. There was a certain charm in it that warmed people’s hearts. And they all softened to a newer target now. This annoyed you tremendously. You disliked him. His name was Ryeowook. It meant powerful sunrise. The boy was golden.
Night
You hated summer and would’ve never been out here at night if that pretty Sungmin boy hadn’t thought it stupidly romantic. He was cute but there was nothing romantic about mosquitos sucking the life out of you. Sungmin crosses his arms behind your neck with a gorgeous smile. He was always asking for it and you always gave it to him. Your face bowed to his fluttering eyes when an icy breeze brushes you back, sending both a wicked shiver and that wickedly lovely face peering at you in the dead of the night.
Left
You knew something was wrong with you when you stepped away from kissing Sungmin. And you knew exactly what was wrong with you. The boy had apologized awkwardly and scurried off inside. You wanted to grab him and punch his pretty little face for taking away Sungmin’s prettier face from you. Well, he hadn’t exactly taken it away because Sungmin was gazing at you. You could still do it. He was still in the mood. But you weren’t so you left.
Bubble
You found him in the living room sitting next to Yesung, who was leaning closer to the oblivious boy. There was a look in those dark careful eyes that was dangerous. Somehow, your heart squeezed together as tight as your fists. Ryeowook turned his head and you couldn’t breathe because their faces were so close you couldn’t tell. There was relief when Yesung fell over the edge of the couch head first. Two beautiful clatters of laughter spread the air, the higher and lower pitches mingling beautifully. You were thinking bad things but you made a fluffier version. You wanted to keep Ryeowook in a bubble.
Disaster
Cho Kyuhyun was impervious. Nothing touched you. You touched others. However, recently there’d been many slip ups. Sungmin would be a perfect solution to that. At every opportunity, you committed all kinds of PDA possible without having Umma hurt you too much. Sometimes, you peered at him in the midst of a hot kiss but that boy wore a disapproving frown like Umma’s so you stopped before she, or he, could beat you even more. And worse now, you didn’t really enjoy making out with Sungmin anymore. This was a true disaster. You gave up. You weren’t Cho Kyuhyun anymore. You were a disaster.
Deprivation
You feel a bit of loss when Sungmin ends your relationship if it really was one. He wondered why you hadn’t touched or kissed him in a while. You always did that. But not anymore. Sungmin was upset. You said you didn’t love him. You loved no one. So when he storms out of your room in pink fury, you don’t really chase after him. Instead, you go to the living room, looking for someone. There’re noises in the kitchen and it was your mistake to turn around. Because if it hadn’t happened then, it was happening now. Sungmin hadn’t affected you much. But this was deprivation.
Shock
You refused to look at him for the next couple of days. If you did, it would happen again. In your head. There was nothing special about that boy. He had a pretty face but his personality wasn’t that great. It was meek like a girl’s. Sungmin had been hot. So the obvious choice was the latter and perhaps, if you, for once, apologized, you would never need to do it again. You believed Sungmin had rushed off to the washroom and that’s where you’d surprise him. But when you open the door, you had been very wrong. And when you had thought Ryeowook wasn’t hot, he gave you a shock.
Prison
After all your efforts, here he was to ruin them, with his hipbones jutting out and his torso very nicely bare. It made you feel hot. You couldn’t help but to look him over. And it was so hard to deny any feeling for the boy, when he was almost naked before you, wisps steam rolling off his skin. His belt was loose and there were inappropriate thoughts in your mind. Normally, you wouldn’t have considered it bad but with Ryeowook, he made you feel bad. He made you feel things. And you were trapped behind the steel bars of your heart. But really, that’s where you wanted him. In your heart’s prison.
Bondage
Somehow, you guys were pressed against the damp walls, sucking the life out of each other. You were probably the one to initiate all actions but he didn’t deny you. In fact, his fingers were running fire along a path on your skin. You murmured with pleasure against his moving lips. He stumbled with you into the glass cubicle, turning on the knob to drown out his moans when you touched his places. And that was the sound that would haunt you. He stripped his clothes and teasingly rolled his hips against you. You never knew he had it in him. But it was better than you could ever imagine. You wondered a bit more before he answered you. And then there was bondage.
Love
That was never mentioned. The boy was back with Yesung and by some means; you and Sungmin were together again. You didn’t remember how but you remembered him running back to you in a wet mess. However, with each passing day, it didn’t feel right like it did before. You didn’t feel anything from him even if he kissed you or sucked you or if you fucked with him. You got nothing. And what pissed you off more was the possessiveness of Yesung to sling his arm around Ryeowook’s shoulder, bruised and marked underneath his thin flimsy shirt. And when Yesung hugged him, the boy winced a bit underneath the touch. He peered at you and you smiled. You would continue marking Ryeowook. Cho Kyuhyun needed to mark his love.
Ink
You’re involved in a secret affair with Ryeowook. You guys tried a countless times, each time more demanding the last. But it always had to be quick because they carried a fear even within their rooms. They had to be quiet and many times, the dissatisfaction of not being able to finish arose. One day by luck, the others all had schedules. Both of you managed to get through breakfast in peace before you ruined it and couldn’t keep your hands off of him. You never could but neither could he. You awoke after a couple of hours to an amazing sight. There were dark purple and black etches stretched over his skin. You had done that. Everything you did to him, Ryeowook had never complaint. He took it all. But here, under his skin, it was webbed of bloody ink.
Breath
He snuggled close to you but doesn’t touch you. The bruises didn’t go away. They were reminders of the sins you marked him with. You decided to ask him the same. “Why are you with Yesung?” The boy looked up tiredly, “I don’t know.” And you thought there could’ve been worse answers. It was his turn to ask you now. “Hey. Why are you with Sungmin?” The question never really occurred to you but somehow you knew the answer. It was like when they were together, they just knew what would happen. They knew what to do. You kiss the boy’s cheek softly. “You…Because of you, I was almost all out of breath.”
Rain
The sky’s crying with you and it always does.The teardrops run down the cool glass underneath your fingertips. Ryeowook was still asleep on your bed. You admire the beautiful curves of his face and body although they’ve been reduced recently. The boy was hardly eating and it had pleased you when he had refused Yesung’s offers of food but you had been too blinded by his pride to notice the slowly crumpling figure. There’s something wrong with this picture. Because as much as the two of you committed acts that you both desired, there wasn’t happiness. Just momentary gratification. It wasn’t right. You approached and hovered crawled over the scarred body. You clench the sheets tightly. He doesn’t know how you feel but the rain.
Rape
Ryeowook simply withers under your touch now. He’s become so frail and his body so marked that it’s so wrong but you couldn’t stop. There was something wrong with him. And you. You had broken your own rule. You weren’t supposed to love because love only made messes out of things. You knew that. But even you, Cho Kyuhyun, can’t stop the heart from its natural course. And now you can clearly see the damage you’ve done. To everyone. It had started simply as curiousity and then became his addiction. You were so addicted to this once sweet innocent boy that you were killing him. You killed Ryeowook. You were a monster. You’ve commited a crime on his soul. Rape.
Wrists
Yesung found out. At least, you guys had the decency to take this in the hall because he tries to kick your ass but Ryeowook defends you. He throws his body in front of you, taking a powerful blow to his ribs. There’s a faint crack as Ryeowook crumples onto the ground. You quickly fall after him, frantically shaking the boy’s bony shoulders. Panic seizes your mind when something trickles down his sharp chin. There’s no response. Instantly, you grab for his hands but as your fingers enclose around them, Ryeowook slips out almost impossibly. You can’t do anything now, in shock at what you’ve done. At what you didn’t notice. You could not have loved him. Yesung manages to carry Ryeowook. He stops before the apartment door, “I always knew you were no good for him. I told him that.” He throws a deadly glare at you. “I tried to protect him from you but he wouldn’t let me make him mine. He said he would always be yours.” But you didn’t really hear that. You were still thinking about how impossibly thin were his wrists.
Cupid
He must hate you. Because you’d never loved before until Ryeowook. And your first love wasn’t the best love to have. If the little winged creature visited you and asked if you would like to go back to a time without love, where you never loved Ryeowook, or to a time where you both loved perfectly, you wouldn’t have known the answer. Because you couldn’t imagine either. You could not love Ryeowook perfectly. You would always be a jerk. And Ryeowook loved you as a jerk. That made things worse. He asked you an impossible question. He placed you in an impossible situation. He must really hate you. That Cupid.
Moth
You confined yourself in your room and Umma was sometimes nice enough to leave food outside your door. Sungmin created hell in their apartment about you. No one wanted to talk to you. That was okay. You weren’t that close to most of them anyways. You could live like this forever. It was just your room now. Ryeowook’s stuff had been cleared out and placed in Yesung’s room. You couldn’t even feel jealous anymore. You didn’t know what what you were supposed to feel. The room was just empty but filled with Ryeowook’s kisses. Touches. Voice. Presence. Yet there was no love in the room. Something white fluttered against his window. You watched it bat its tiny wings against the glass. There was an urge to let it in. Perhaps you deserved some company after all these weeks. But when you approached it, you realize it wasn’t a butterfly. You hesitated and walked back to your bed. It was the creature of death. It was a moth.
Sympathy
A few more weeks pass and you’ve grown a bit more accustomed to lazing around in your room. You’d finally brought out some mangas to read. The room was still drowned in his presence and every night, you could practically feel him next to you. This time, you didn’t do things to him. You were afraid to touch him but still, it was pleasant just to feel his warmth at other end of the bed. Even if it wasn’t real. The door opens and you don’t even turn your back to meet your visitor. You don’t want to deal with anyone yet even if that made you an immature kid. You were still one. The bed sank a little but you didn’t need it but moreover, you didn’t deserve it. You didn’t want to turn yourself into sympathy.
Perfectly
There’s a moment of silence as you wait for the person to leave but you feel a pair of arms slip around your waist, heavy and hot air sweeps your shoulder. The fingers stretched across your stomach are very thin and long and very familiar. You can feel wetness overwhelm your face. “Ryeowook…” Soft strands of hair brush against your neck in response. “You shouldn’t be here.” You manage to keep composure but those arms tighten. You can’t breathe. “But I want to be here.” He replies softly, pressing his body closer against your back. “I can’t love you.” Your fingers reach over his to pry them off your waist before you continue. “I can’t love you wholly.” Ryeowook’s loosens his grip from your waist and you’re able to breathe again. Those thin fingers find yours and they’re cold. He holds your fingers against his, sighing deeply at the missed touch. “Why are you fingers so cold?” You ask, your interchange your positions, letting your thumb rub over the cool skin. “Because I’ve missed you. You keep me warm.” He stops your fingers from moving and simply holds your hands over his. “And I don’t need you to love me perfectly.”
Bite
“I need you to love us for what we are.” Ryeowook whispered and your long withheld tears drop over your nose and onto the sheets. Your shoulders knock against his chin and you could feel little kisses placed over the fabric of your sweater. You reciprocate the gestures by pulling his hands up to your mouth and kissing each finger lightly. “I love you Ryeowook.” It’s your first time saying those exact words. You weren’t going to miss this opportunity anymore even if it took him to hell. “I love you too Cho Kyuhyun.” Ryeowook folds his arms around your waist again. “And you know our love doesn’t really seem real if you don’t bite.”
End
You laugh at that but are still unable to turn around. Perhaps, you can’t face him fully now but you will be. Because he’s always been waiting for you. He’s always loved you and taken care of you. Ryeowook was the love of your life and you needed him. So you could forget about Cho Kyuhyun who doesn’t need love and Cho Kyuhyun who didn’t love. And who needs human civilization to move mountains when you had Ryeowook’s enchanting smile. This was the beginning, you were a fool for love, and more importantly, this was also an end.
The end of bastard Cho Kyuhyun.
Here is Ryeowook's version.
Ugh. Sorry Hennu because this isn't that angsty. Well, I can't tell anyways...I hope this wasn't too wierd and it's very bad compared to the awesome Supernova fic. And sorry Hennu for changing some of the words. And thank you xrosepetalsx for some lovely words. Otherwise, I cheated with 23 words? 22? whatever just not 20 words. lol. Meh. I tried.
If it became a lot fluffier in the beginning, that's because I was listening to a fluffy song this whole time. Therefore a lot less angst then I had intended showed up.