I dreamed of dreaming all night long

Aug 31, 2011 22:31

Title: singing in the sycamore trees
Pairing: kyuhyun/eeteuk
Rating: pg13
Summary: set after Kyuhyun's accident. Kyuhyun dreams of Eeteuk everytime he closes his eyes.



Kyuhyun saw the car coming. He had an idle thought of we’re not going to make it before his whole body wrenches with the impact. There’s a single second when he’s surprised at just loud it is--the scream of metal as it’s torn apart and the earsplitting shatter of glass.

When he opens his eyes again he can feel his heartbeat in his fingertips and in the roof of his mouth. There are blue and red flashing lights in the distance and silver ones up close, the darting firefly kind he gets sometimes when he stands up too fast. There’s a blurred figure running to him, and when Kyuhyun shuts his eyes to blink he reopens them to Eunhyuk leaning over him, crying. Kyuhyun can see his mouth move, but he can’t hear anything over the ringing in his ears. He opens his mouth and gurgles wetly. His entire tongue tastes like copper. He blinks again--

--and he’s in a clean white room. There’s a gentle pressure on the inside of his elbow, and his nose burns from the harsh smell of antiseptic. There’s a blinding light in his left eye, and he blinks it away to see a man in long white coat smiling at him.

“Hello,” he says calmly, “you had us all very worried for a while.” He keeps talking, but Kyuhyun has already fallen back asleep.

“Wake up, Kyuhyun,” Eeteuk says, and Kyuhyun does.”Hi,” Eeteuk says gently, and Kyuhyun squints at him. His throat feels like sandpaper.

“Can I have some water,” he rasps, but Eeteuk isn’t looking at him, he’s looking past him, eyes distant, and... he looks really good. Kyuhyun squints at him a little harder. There’s not a scratch on him, and he’s still wearing the black zip up hoodie with a bleach stain on the left sleeve he was wearing before the accident.

“Hyung,” he starts, but stops when Eeteuk takes his hand.

“Can you do something for me, Kyuhyun?” he asks, and he looks so quietly not-himself that Kyuhyun nods dumbly before his brain is even finished processing the question. “Wake-up, Kyuhyun-ah,” he says desperately, and his voice sounds like he’s been crying.

“I am awake,” Kyuhyun says, confused, but his vision is swimming and his head feels thick, woolly.

“Please wake up,” Eeteuk pleads.

Kyuhyun wakes up.

“Hello,” says the man in the long clean white coat, “how are you feeling?” He hands Kyuhyun a tiny paper cup, and the ice chips click together as Kyuhyun reaches for it. There’s a short shout from the hallway outside his room, and his parents rush in. His mother is crying, and his father smoothes his bedcovers with trembling hands. There are lines on his face that Kyuhyun doesn’t remember.

“Where’s Eeteuk-hyung?” he asks, and his mother feeds him a few ice chips with a plastic spoon, still sniffling. “He was just here.” His mother pauses, and glances sideways at his father, who swallows hard. She brushes her hand across his face and leans her cheek against the side of his head.

“Let’s not talk about that now,” she says quietly. Kyuhyun frowns.

“But--” he starts, but his father cuts him off.

“We’ve all been, uh,” he clears his throat, “so worried.”

“You just rest,” his mother says, and her voice breaks. She kisses his cheek softly.

“Okay,” Kyuhyun mumbles. The doctor comes back in and leaves with his parents, talking softly. His father doesn’t let go of his hand until he has to.

Sungmin comes in, and his eyes are shot with red. His hair is limp and uncombed, and his shirt is crinkled.

“Kyuhyun,” he says, and it comes out of him like one big sigh of relief.

“Where’s Teukie-hyung?” he asks, and Sungmin’s breath hitches before he can school his expression.

“Don’t think about it,” he says, and brushes his hand down Kyuhyun’s side, “just concentrate on resting--”

“Where’s hyung!” Kyuhyun shouts, and kicks the blankets off his legs. His vision is shaking, and there’s a sick feeling knotting in his chest.

“Kyuhyun, Kyuhyun,” Sungmin says, panicking, and pushes him down.

“Where’s hyung?” Kyuhyun asks again, and realizes he’s crying. Sungmin tucks him back under the sheets, rough and starchy against his skin.

“Eeteuk hyung,” Sungmin says, and he won’t meet Kyuhyun’s eyes, “Eeteuk-hyung is, is,” his voice breaks, and Kyuhyun swallows hard, breath hitching.

“Eeteuk-hyung is gone,” Sungmin whispers, and Kyuhyun closes his eyes.

When he opens them Eeteuk is sitting in the chair next to his bed.

The sight of him makes his vision blur with tears, and he has to take a deep breath before he can talk without his voice breaking.

“Am I dreaming?” he asks, and Eeteuk smiles distantly.

“I wanted to apologize,” he says quietly, “for voting against you joining Super Junior.” Kyuhyun loses the battle with his tears and his chest aches as his eyes fill up.

“Are you really gone?” he asks desperately, and Eeteuk stands up.

“I can’t imagine Super Junior without you,” he says, and now he sounds choked up. Kyuhyun wipes at his tears roughly.

“Don’t go,” he asks quietly, and Eeteuk kisses him on the forehead very gently. His lips are cool, and he lingers next to Kyuhyun’s temple to whisper in his ear.

“Can you do something for me, Kyuhyun?” he asks, and Kyuhyun gasps as he struggles not to cry. His diaphragm throbs with the effort. He can feel the rasp of Eeteuk’s dry lips against his cheek when he speaks.

“Wake up, Kyuhyun,” he says, and Kyuhyun does.

“I saw Eeteuk,” he says to Ryeowook and Kangin, and Kangin’s face clouds.

“That’s not funny,” Kangin snaps, and Ryeowook jumps at the angry tone of his voice.

“Youngwoon-hyung,” he says, and Kangin jerks away.

“No!” he shouts, “It’s not funny!”. His lip quivers once, and then he turns on his heel and storms away.

“I saw him,” Kyuhyun insists, and grabs at Ryeowook’s arm. Ryeowook brushes the hair out of Kyuhyun’s face and holds his hand.

“I miss him too,” he starts, and Kyuhyun drops his arm in frustration.

“I saw him,” he says again, and Ryeowook holds his hand a little tighter.

“You’re on a lot of medication, Kyuhyunnie,” he says. “Just rest. It’ll all get better.”

“I miss you,” Eeteuk says, and Kyuhyun’s breath catches at the sight of him, the dimple in his smile.

“You’re the one that left,” he says, but Eeteuk doesn’t respond.

“The doctors saved your voice,” he says quietly, “you’ll be able to sing even better after you heal.”

“It won’t be the same,” Kyuhyun says thickly, “I miss you.”

“You just have to do one thing,” Eeteuk says intently, “just one thing.”

“Will you stay if I do?” Kyuhyun asks dully. “Will you come back and make Kangin-hyung smile and stop Donghae from crying and let Heechul stop acting responsible?”

“Just one thing,” Eeteuk says, and there’s an edge of begging in his voice..

“Please wake up,” Eeteuk says, and Kyuhyun does.

Heechul comes to visit him once every two days, limping and cursing at his crutches, glaring down the nurses when they suggest he stay in a wheelchair. He looks a lot older than Kyuhyun thinks he should.

“When,” Kyuhyun asks one day, “when is the um, the uh.” Heechul stops fussing with his phone for a minute and takes a deep breath.

“Don’t think about it, Kyuhyun,” he says finally, and Kyuhyun thinks this is the nicest way Heechul had ever talked to him.

“I see Eeteuk when I sleep,” he confesses.

“So do I,” Heechul says tiredly, and Kyuhyun closes his eyes.

“You look cold, Kyuhyun-ah,” Eeteuk says, and Kyuhyun blinks at the ceiling. “Are the blankets not warm enough?”

“You never answer any of my questions,” Kyuhyun whispers. “Why won’t you talk to me?”

“Your hands are cold,” Eeteuk says, and Kyuhyun can hear him unzipping his jacket. Its light weight settles across his legs.

“Will you please do something for me, Kyuhyun?” he asks.

“No,” Kyuhyun gasps, and reaches for him, “please stay, Eeteuk, hyung, please-”

Kyuhyun wakes up.

There is a black hoodie slung over the chair next to his bed with a bleach stain on the left sleeve. Kyuhyun stares at it for a second, then shouts and throws himself at it, scrambling. There’s a hot flash of pain as he rips out his own IV, and a nurse comes running in with Eunhyuk, frantic.

“What are you doing,” Eunhyuk shouts, face flushed.

“That’s Eeteuk’s!” Kyuhyun shouts, “He was just here, he--” he stops at the look on Eunhyuk’s face. “I’m not crazy,” he hisses, and Eunhyuk looks contrite.

“That’s Yesung’s,” Eunhyuk says quietly, “I borrowed it from him.”

“You’re lying,” Kyuhyun spits, “there’s a stain, a stain just--” Eunhyuk picks it up and shows it to him.

“There’s no stain,” Eunhyuk says gently, and Kyuhyun feels a pinch in his upper arm as the nurse injects him.

“I need you to do something,” Eeteuk says, and Kyuhyun refuses to look at him. “Not just for me, but for, for you and us, Kyuhyun, please please please please.

“I love you, hyung,” Kyuhyun says softly, “I will always love you, and you’re not here.”

“I love you too,” Eeteuk says, and Kyuhuyn’s eyes snap open.

“What?” he says, “Hyung can you--”

“I love you, Kyuhyunnie, now wake up so I can tell you.”

Kyuhyun wakes up to find Eeteuk slumped in a wheelchair by his bed, looking like hell with his face twisted in pain. He’s wearing a mask over his mouth and there are bandage peeking out from under the collar of his shirt. He straightens a little when he sees Kyuhyun. His black hoodie is draped over Kyuhyun’s chest, and it smells like Eeteuk’s detergent.

“We’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” he says hoarsely. Kyuhyun hurts all down his body, but he smiles. “Could you hear us talking to you?”

“Sort of,” Kyuhyun rasps, and feels exhaustion tugging at his eyelids.

“I had a dream about you, hyung,” he slurs, “but I think everything is going to be okay.” Eeteuk reaches out and takes his hand, and Kyuhyun grips tightly.

“I’ll be here when you wake up,” Eeteuk promises, and Kyuhyun smiles.

“I know,” he mumbles, and closes his eyes.

A/N: based on the Futurama episode "The Sting." Written for remixied

pairing: kyuteuk, format: oneshot, rating: pg13, author: blahnicity

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