Kismet {1/?}
Title: Kismet
Pairing: Hanchul
Rating: NC-17 (light)
Genre: Romance, Angst, Multi-chap
Part One Word Count: 2,589
Synopsis: Running away felt like the best thing to do. It felt like the only way to get rid of the memories that were haunting him. When it seemed as if nothing was stopping him, a stranger changed everything.
A/N: So I literally thought up the plot for this story this morning. It seemed like a good idea and I thought it had to be written. There will be three chapters, but it could be a two shot or a four shot, who knows? I'll keep you updated if anything changes but for now, enjoy!
STORY HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED
It seemed as though the sadness, the anger, the pain, and the loneliness had finally gotten to him on that cold December day. The memories hurt too much. Being in the same dorm that he used to live in, wearing the necklace that he gave to him, and laying in the bed that he used to share with him. He tried his best to forget, because that was the healthy thing to do. He let his friends comfort him with words like, “Don’t worry, you have us,” or “It will all go away in time.”
He knew it would hurt when he left, but he never knew it would hurt just this much. No one understood his pain, either, because none of his friends had ever felt this before, and he surely couldn’t tell his parents. He had absolutely no one to turn to, no one to lean on, which made it hurt so much more. He’d thought about killing himself, but he would always back out at the last minute. He attempted to find someone to replace the void in his heart that developed when he left, but that was impossible. Drinking didn’t help either, he tried that.
So, out of options, he did the only other thing he could think of doing: Running away.
Heechul pulled his scarf closer to his face to block the biting wind that was ripping through the streets of Seoul. His shoes were getting covered in slush from last night’s snowfall. On an average day, he would be sitting by his window enjoying the view of the city dusted in white, but today was not an average day. Today was the day he would hopefully turn his life around.
Heechul had no idea where he was going. He thought of going to his sister’s place, but she would only treat him the same way his friends did. He could go to the place he rented up in Mokpo, but then the company would know where to find him. He didn’t want to be found. After a moment of thought he decided he would go anywhere far away. A small town would be ideal, because in the big cities people would recognize him. He wanted to go somewhere off the map, a place no one would expect him to go. To do this, he would just walk. Heechul would walk until he couldn’t anymore, and then maybe take a bus or taxi as far as it would drive him. Only then would he feel at peace. He imagined what that would feel like; a new town, new people, and a new Kim Heechul.
His phone vibrated in his pocket, but he ignored it. It was probably Leeteuk asking, “What’s the meaning of this note?” Added would probably be, “Get back here and stop thinking so irrationally.” The note he left on the kitchen counter was a short and simple one. It stated that he was leaving and he didn’t want anyone to find him. He thanked them for being such good friends, and that he would get in touch with them eventually, but not now. Under the post script was, “Don’t forget to feed my cats. They’ll start to eat the furniture, and I don’t think you want that, Jungsu.”
His phone vibrated again, but he didn’t even flinch. He’d get rid of his phone soon anyway. He put his hands in his jacket pockets for warmth and thought to himself, you picked the worst day to run off. Everyone on the bustling streets had hats, gloves and snow boots on while Heechul had only a jacket, a scarf, a baseball hat and some sunglasses, even though they were completely unnecessary in this weather. The sky was dark and covered in clouds, not letting a single ray of sunshine through. The sunglasses weren’t for the weather, though. They were so he wouldn’t be recognized, for this was a secret operation.
Heechul likes to people watch. It’s always been a hobby of his since he was younger, because he didn’t have many friends growing up. During recess in elementary school, he would sit in the courtyard and pretend to read while looking at the other students. Sometimes he would make up what he thought each person’s life story was by the way they walked, dressed, or talked. The boy who punched others for fun probably had an abusive father who didn’t care about him. The little girl with the pink bows in her hair who didn’t talk much probably was afraid people would judge her because she had low self confidence. The tall boy who loved to laugh might have had lots of siblings who taught him all those funny jokes he told his classmates.
He carried this hobby of people watching with him all through high school, but it got harder and harder as his classmates grew up. By then everyone knew everyone’s story, so what was the point of making one up? Instead, he started observing the teachers, because no one really knows what their teacher is like. His literacy teacher was a jumpy and paranoid woman, so he assumed she was in a near death experience once, like a hostage situation or a robbery with a deadly weapon. His gym teacher seemed to be stone hearted and cold, so he guessed that his wife left him and he’s been angry ever since.
Eventually, that got boring. By the time high school was over and he had to begin thinking about his future, he honestly had no clue. He never thought about the future, he always thought about the current day. “You’re grades are great!” his parents told him. “You’ll have no problem getting into college!” They were right. He got into a college easily, but found the routine to not suit him. Having no money all the time and eating nothing but ramen sucked, and getting up at the crack of dawn for his business economics class was even worse. He’d almost accepted his fate, knowing that he’d just become a doctor and make lots of money to make his parents happy until he saw an ad on the internet that caught his eye.
S.M Entertainment is looking for the next biggest star! Become the singer you’ve always dreamed of being! Auditions will be held in Busan town square at 3:00 sharp on May 13th. Be there for the chance to be famous!
He raised an eyebrow. He’d never even thought of being a singer. The only experience he had in music was being able to play one song on guitar and singing once at a karaoke bar. This was a chance, though. Maybe this would get him out of his dull life’s routine. He shrugged and clicked the ad for more information and got directions to the town square. What did he have to lose, anyway?
The day didn’t start of as planned, however. He got lost while driving there because he’d never been to Busan. By the time he got to the building, it was 3:15. He ran inside, out of breath, and asked the woman at the desk if he was too late for the audition. She shook her head and pointed him in the right direction.
After he’d sung a song he’d chosen at random that night and trying the best he could to copy the dance his sister Heejin taught him, they applauded him and smiled. “Kim Heechul?” they asked. “How would you like to be in a boy band?”
It was the best decision he had ever made. Sure, he had to change his look a little, but that was to be expected. He grew out his hair and the stylist dyed it brown, but he didn’t care. Most of his other twenty year old friends were working at fast food joints while he was going to be a star.
The band he was placed with was great, too. The members of Super Junior were the coolest people he’d ever met. That’s where he met his good friends Yongwoon, Jungsu, Sungmin, and-
Oh, right. That’s where he met him. Heechul then shook the thought out of his head and continued walking.
He must have been walking for at least three hours, because he glanced at a passing street sign that read, “Now leaving Seoul. Come again!”
This only made him happy, because this meant that he left one part of his life behind. He felt something drip on his face, and he looked up. It was starting to snow again. He stopped in an empty looking diner and got a cup of coffee to warm him up and to get away from the snow that was now falling quickly from the clouds.
He looked out the window and saw a couple. They were sitting on a bench, staring at the snow together. The two looked young, probably about seventeen. They must’ve been enjoying a snow day together. The boy probably suggested they go on a romantic date to watch the snow fall, and the girl probably squealed with glee while taking her boyfriend’s glove clad hand. Usually Heechul would find this cute, but now it only made him feel sick. The awful diner coffee didn’t help, either.
After wasting enough time in the tiny restaurant, he went back to walking.
The streets were becoming less crowded, and he could see more trees and houses instead of apartments. That was a good sign. He walked through a neighborhood with cozy looking houses, some with snowmen on the lawns and some with Christmas decorations. Ah, Christmas. He’d almost forgotten. He thought about how angry this would make his parents, him missing Christmas dinner. His mother would try to make a traditional American dinner every year, complete with a ham and raspberry sauce. Unfortunately, she would always fail, and the family would end up eating kimbap and kimchi from the night before. As unconventional as their Christmas’ were each year, Heechul loved them. They were always full of laughs, fun, and family.
He walked passed a house that he could easily see the inside through the window. A middle aged couple was setting the table while their two children, a boy and a girl, chased each other through the kitchen, almost making their mother drop a plate. On the fridge was a piece of paper on it, with symbols from a language he knew all too well, and it wasn’t Korean. He looked away from the happy Chinese family, because it stung too much to think that maybe, he could’ve had that, too.
He passed a teenage girl walking down the street with her headphones in. She looked at Heechul and gave him a polite smile, but then did a double take. She took out her headphones and asked, “Are you Kim Heechul?”
“No,” he answered with a sad smile. “Sorry.”
Her face went from excited to disappointed. “Oh,” she sighed. “Well, you look a lot like him.”
“I get that a lot,” he said. He waved goodbye to the girl and kept walking.
To be honest, he wasn’t Kim Heechul anymore. He’d lost his identity about a year ago when - well, when that person left. Now that he thought about it, it probably wasn’t a good thing to let one person define him, but he can’t change anything that happened in the past.
The neighborhood disappeared quickly, and soon he was back in another busy city. It wasn’t as big as Seoul, but it was still a decent size. He didn’t bother to look at the street signs for a city name.
His legs started to hurt from walking, and then he realized how tired he was. He spotted a bus stop with a canopy which would at least protect him from the elements. He decided to take the bus, and wait at the stop. The only other person was an elderly woman, who probably wouldn’t even notice him anyway.
He sat down next to the wrinkly lady wrapped up in a big puffy jacket. Heechul assumed she was asleep until she opened her eyes to stare at him.
“Waiting for the bus?” she asked.
Heechul nodded.
“Where you headed, son?”
“Anywhere,” he admitted. “Anywhere far away.”
“Troubles in your life?” she asked.
“You could say that.”
“Well you’re young and handsome,” she said, patting him on the back. “What kind of problems could you be having?”
Heechul laughed a little. “It’s a very long story.”
“We’ve got time before this bus comes, you know,” she pointed out. “Right now it’s…” She glanced down at her watch. “Two forty three. The bus doesn’t come ‘til six.”
“I guess we’ll have lots of waiting to do.”
“Looks like it,” she said. “So dear, how ‘bout you tell me what’s troubling you?”
He sighed. “Let’s just say I’m trying to forget about someone I love, who probably doesn’t even think about me anymore.”
“Girl troubles, eh? I remember when my son would come home talking about the pretty girls in his class…”
“Actually,” Heechul said, hesitating because he wasn’t sure if he should tell her the truth or not. “It’s not girl troubles.”
“Family troubles, then?”
“No,” he finally admitted. “It’s boy troubles.”
“Oh!” she said, eyes widening. “Talking about cute lads is my favorite hobby! This should be fun!”
Heechul laughed. “It’s actually kind of sad, though.”
“You should laugh more,” she said. “You have a nice smile.”
“Thank you,” Heechul replied, bowing a little.
“Anyway, sad stories are hard to tell, but they’re the best to tell because you get advice at the end. As a bonus, my advice is free, if you want it.”
“How many hours until the bus comes?”
“A little under six.”
Heechul shrugged. This was just some old woman waiting at the bus station. What harm would it do to tell her? It’s not like she’s the paparazzi in disguise or something. They had six hours to kill, as well. It would dig up a lot of painful memories, but he could get some advice. Any bit of it could help.
“Alright, I guess I can explain.”
“Stories are my favorite!” the old woman squealed in delight, sitting up a little straighter to get more comfortable. “Since you’re telling me your life story here, I guess I can at least tell you my name. Kwon Hyun Jung, at your service.”
“Kim Heechul,” he said without thinking of the consequences of just blurting out his name.
“Nice name,” she said, with no realization of who she was talking to.
“Wait,” he said. “You… don’t know me? You’ve never heard my name before?”
“Nope, never in my life,” she said. “Why, you a criminal? I don’t care, as long as you don’t use me as an alibi.”
“No, I’m not a criminal,” he laughed. “I’m a singer. A pretty famous one, actually. I’m surprised you don’t know me.”
“You have the looks of a singer,” she said. “You defiantly have the beauty those companies are looking for. I, unfortunately, wasn’t blessed with that.”
“I bet you were the lady all the guys were after back in the day!” Heechul assured her.
She smiled, like she was remembering nights of parties with her friends, and old boyfriends when she was a teenager. “Well,” she said, coming back to reality. “This isn’t about me. It’s about you. So, why don’t you begin, dear?”
Heechul took a deep breath to mentally prepare himself, and he started.
“It all began when I saw him for the first time…”
Pairing: Hanchul
Rating: NC-17 (light)
Genre: Romance, Angst, Multi-chap
Part One Word Count: 2,589
Synopsis: Running away felt like the best thing to do. It felt like the only way to get rid of the memories that were haunting him. When it seemed as if nothing was stopping him, a stranger changed everything.
A/N: So I literally thought up the plot for this story this morning. It seemed like a good idea and I thought it had to be written. There will be three chapters, but it could be a two shot or a four shot, who knows? I'll keep you updated if anything changes but for now, enjoy!
STORY HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED
It seemed as though the sadness, the anger, the pain, and the loneliness had finally gotten to him on that cold December day. The memories hurt too much. Being in the same dorm that he used to live in, wearing the necklace that he gave to him, and laying in the bed that he used to share with him. He tried his best to forget, because that was the healthy thing to do. He let his friends comfort him with words like, “Don’t worry, you have us,” or “It will all go away in time.”
He knew it would hurt when he left, but he never knew it would hurt just this much. No one understood his pain, either, because none of his friends had ever felt this before, and he surely couldn’t tell his parents. He had absolutely no one to turn to, no one to lean on, which made it hurt so much more. He’d thought about killing himself, but he would always back out at the last minute. He attempted to find someone to replace the void in his heart that developed when he left, but that was impossible. Drinking didn’t help either, he tried that.
So, out of options, he did the only other thing he could think of doing: Running away.
Heechul pulled his scarf closer to his face to block the biting wind that was ripping through the streets of Seoul. His shoes were getting covered in slush from last night’s snowfall. On an average day, he would be sitting by his window enjoying the view of the city dusted in white, but today was not an average day. Today was the day he would hopefully turn his life around.
Heechul had no idea where he was going. He thought of going to his sister’s place, but she would only treat him the same way his friends did. He could go to the place he rented up in Mokpo, but then the company would know where to find him. He didn’t want to be found. After a moment of thought he decided he would go anywhere far away. A small town would be ideal, because in the big cities people would recognize him. He wanted to go somewhere off the map, a place no one would expect him to go. To do this, he would just walk. Heechul would walk until he couldn’t anymore, and then maybe take a bus or taxi as far as it would drive him. Only then would he feel at peace. He imagined what that would feel like; a new town, new people, and a new Kim Heechul.
His phone vibrated in his pocket, but he ignored it. It was probably Leeteuk asking, “What’s the meaning of this note?” Added would probably be, “Get back here and stop thinking so irrationally.” The note he left on the kitchen counter was a short and simple one. It stated that he was leaving and he didn’t want anyone to find him. He thanked them for being such good friends, and that he would get in touch with them eventually, but not now. Under the post script was, “Don’t forget to feed my cats. They’ll start to eat the furniture, and I don’t think you want that, Jungsu.”
His phone vibrated again, but he didn’t even flinch. He’d get rid of his phone soon anyway. He put his hands in his jacket pockets for warmth and thought to himself, you picked the worst day to run off. Everyone on the bustling streets had hats, gloves and snow boots on while Heechul had only a jacket, a scarf, a baseball hat and some sunglasses, even though they were completely unnecessary in this weather. The sky was dark and covered in clouds, not letting a single ray of sunshine through. The sunglasses weren’t for the weather, though. They were so he wouldn’t be recognized, for this was a secret operation.
Heechul likes to people watch. It’s always been a hobby of his since he was younger, because he didn’t have many friends growing up. During recess in elementary school, he would sit in the courtyard and pretend to read while looking at the other students. Sometimes he would make up what he thought each person’s life story was by the way they walked, dressed, or talked. The boy who punched others for fun probably had an abusive father who didn’t care about him. The little girl with the pink bows in her hair who didn’t talk much probably was afraid people would judge her because she had low self confidence. The tall boy who loved to laugh might have had lots of siblings who taught him all those funny jokes he told his classmates.
He carried this hobby of people watching with him all through high school, but it got harder and harder as his classmates grew up. By then everyone knew everyone’s story, so what was the point of making one up? Instead, he started observing the teachers, because no one really knows what their teacher is like. His literacy teacher was a jumpy and paranoid woman, so he assumed she was in a near death experience once, like a hostage situation or a robbery with a deadly weapon. His gym teacher seemed to be stone hearted and cold, so he guessed that his wife left him and he’s been angry ever since.
Eventually, that got boring. By the time high school was over and he had to begin thinking about his future, he honestly had no clue. He never thought about the future, he always thought about the current day. “You’re grades are great!” his parents told him. “You’ll have no problem getting into college!” They were right. He got into a college easily, but found the routine to not suit him. Having no money all the time and eating nothing but ramen sucked, and getting up at the crack of dawn for his business economics class was even worse. He’d almost accepted his fate, knowing that he’d just become a doctor and make lots of money to make his parents happy until he saw an ad on the internet that caught his eye.
S.M Entertainment is looking for the next biggest star! Become the singer you’ve always dreamed of being! Auditions will be held in Busan town square at 3:00 sharp on May 13th. Be there for the chance to be famous!
He raised an eyebrow. He’d never even thought of being a singer. The only experience he had in music was being able to play one song on guitar and singing once at a karaoke bar. This was a chance, though. Maybe this would get him out of his dull life’s routine. He shrugged and clicked the ad for more information and got directions to the town square. What did he have to lose, anyway?
The day didn’t start of as planned, however. He got lost while driving there because he’d never been to Busan. By the time he got to the building, it was 3:15. He ran inside, out of breath, and asked the woman at the desk if he was too late for the audition. She shook her head and pointed him in the right direction.
After he’d sung a song he’d chosen at random that night and trying the best he could to copy the dance his sister Heejin taught him, they applauded him and smiled. “Kim Heechul?” they asked. “How would you like to be in a boy band?”
It was the best decision he had ever made. Sure, he had to change his look a little, but that was to be expected. He grew out his hair and the stylist dyed it brown, but he didn’t care. Most of his other twenty year old friends were working at fast food joints while he was going to be a star.
The band he was placed with was great, too. The members of Super Junior were the coolest people he’d ever met. That’s where he met his good friends Yongwoon, Jungsu, Sungmin, and-
Oh, right. That’s where he met him. Heechul then shook the thought out of his head and continued walking.
He must have been walking for at least three hours, because he glanced at a passing street sign that read, “Now leaving Seoul. Come again!”
This only made him happy, because this meant that he left one part of his life behind. He felt something drip on his face, and he looked up. It was starting to snow again. He stopped in an empty looking diner and got a cup of coffee to warm him up and to get away from the snow that was now falling quickly from the clouds.
He looked out the window and saw a couple. They were sitting on a bench, staring at the snow together. The two looked young, probably about seventeen. They must’ve been enjoying a snow day together. The boy probably suggested they go on a romantic date to watch the snow fall, and the girl probably squealed with glee while taking her boyfriend’s glove clad hand. Usually Heechul would find this cute, but now it only made him feel sick. The awful diner coffee didn’t help, either.
After wasting enough time in the tiny restaurant, he went back to walking.
The streets were becoming less crowded, and he could see more trees and houses instead of apartments. That was a good sign. He walked through a neighborhood with cozy looking houses, some with snowmen on the lawns and some with Christmas decorations. Ah, Christmas. He’d almost forgotten. He thought about how angry this would make his parents, him missing Christmas dinner. His mother would try to make a traditional American dinner every year, complete with a ham and raspberry sauce. Unfortunately, she would always fail, and the family would end up eating kimbap and kimchi from the night before. As unconventional as their Christmas’ were each year, Heechul loved them. They were always full of laughs, fun, and family.
He walked passed a house that he could easily see the inside through the window. A middle aged couple was setting the table while their two children, a boy and a girl, chased each other through the kitchen, almost making their mother drop a plate. On the fridge was a piece of paper on it, with symbols from a language he knew all too well, and it wasn’t Korean. He looked away from the happy Chinese family, because it stung too much to think that maybe, he could’ve had that, too.
He passed a teenage girl walking down the street with her headphones in. She looked at Heechul and gave him a polite smile, but then did a double take. She took out her headphones and asked, “Are you Kim Heechul?”
“No,” he answered with a sad smile. “Sorry.”
Her face went from excited to disappointed. “Oh,” she sighed. “Well, you look a lot like him.”
“I get that a lot,” he said. He waved goodbye to the girl and kept walking.
To be honest, he wasn’t Kim Heechul anymore. He’d lost his identity about a year ago when - well, when that person left. Now that he thought about it, it probably wasn’t a good thing to let one person define him, but he can’t change anything that happened in the past.
The neighborhood disappeared quickly, and soon he was back in another busy city. It wasn’t as big as Seoul, but it was still a decent size. He didn’t bother to look at the street signs for a city name.
His legs started to hurt from walking, and then he realized how tired he was. He spotted a bus stop with a canopy which would at least protect him from the elements. He decided to take the bus, and wait at the stop. The only other person was an elderly woman, who probably wouldn’t even notice him anyway.
He sat down next to the wrinkly lady wrapped up in a big puffy jacket. Heechul assumed she was asleep until she opened her eyes to stare at him.
“Waiting for the bus?” she asked.
Heechul nodded.
“Where you headed, son?”
“Anywhere,” he admitted. “Anywhere far away.”
“Troubles in your life?” she asked.
“You could say that.”
“Well you’re young and handsome,” she said, patting him on the back. “What kind of problems could you be having?”
Heechul laughed a little. “It’s a very long story.”
“We’ve got time before this bus comes, you know,” she pointed out. “Right now it’s…” She glanced down at her watch. “Two forty three. The bus doesn’t come ‘til six.”
“I guess we’ll have lots of waiting to do.”
“Looks like it,” she said. “So dear, how ‘bout you tell me what’s troubling you?”
He sighed. “Let’s just say I’m trying to forget about someone I love, who probably doesn’t even think about me anymore.”
“Girl troubles, eh? I remember when my son would come home talking about the pretty girls in his class…”
“Actually,” Heechul said, hesitating because he wasn’t sure if he should tell her the truth or not. “It’s not girl troubles.”
“Family troubles, then?”
“No,” he finally admitted. “It’s boy troubles.”
“Oh!” she said, eyes widening. “Talking about cute lads is my favorite hobby! This should be fun!”
Heechul laughed. “It’s actually kind of sad, though.”
“You should laugh more,” she said. “You have a nice smile.”
“Thank you,” Heechul replied, bowing a little.
“Anyway, sad stories are hard to tell, but they’re the best to tell because you get advice at the end. As a bonus, my advice is free, if you want it.”
“How many hours until the bus comes?”
“A little under six.”
Heechul shrugged. This was just some old woman waiting at the bus station. What harm would it do to tell her? It’s not like she’s the paparazzi in disguise or something. They had six hours to kill, as well. It would dig up a lot of painful memories, but he could get some advice. Any bit of it could help.
“Alright, I guess I can explain.”
“Stories are my favorite!” the old woman squealed in delight, sitting up a little straighter to get more comfortable. “Since you’re telling me your life story here, I guess I can at least tell you my name. Kwon Hyun Jung, at your service.”
“Kim Heechul,” he said without thinking of the consequences of just blurting out his name.
“Nice name,” she said, with no realization of who she was talking to.
“Wait,” he said. “You… don’t know me? You’ve never heard my name before?”
“Nope, never in my life,” she said. “Why, you a criminal? I don’t care, as long as you don’t use me as an alibi.”
“No, I’m not a criminal,” he laughed. “I’m a singer. A pretty famous one, actually. I’m surprised you don’t know me.”
“You have the looks of a singer,” she said. “You defiantly have the beauty those companies are looking for. I, unfortunately, wasn’t blessed with that.”
“I bet you were the lady all the guys were after back in the day!” Heechul assured her.
She smiled, like she was remembering nights of parties with her friends, and old boyfriends when she was a teenager. “Well,” she said, coming back to reality. “This isn’t about me. It’s about you. So, why don’t you begin, dear?”
Heechul took a deep breath to mentally prepare himself, and he started.
“It all began when I saw him for the first time…”