Rain in June
Title: Rain in June
Pairing: eunhae
Genre: angst
Rating: G
Length: one-shot
Summary: Rain hides unspoken words. Ever since you woke up, you’d decided to let all words unspoken. Maybe it’s just for the meantime, maybe it’s for forever
Kyuhyun
You like rain. You said so.
I never really believed the words that came from you. But this one came when everything was alright and true.
Meddling with IP addresses and copies of evidence hard disks, sitting before only command prompts, jiggling those handcuffs that doesn’t suit your liking, you have always ever said you didn’t like my job. And I, too said I didn’t. But I enjoyed the things that I’d been doing. I didn’t let you do anything against it.
All that came from you now was You’re doing great. You caught them again, didn’t you?.
I have the best brother
I don’t feel like I’ve done any great for you. I didn’t catch the culprit, the ones that made you like this. You said it’s alright because you’re fine. But you’re not. I clearly know your condition, I investigated this case. Although I really didn’t want to, I had to.
I’ve always known I’m not a good brother.
The medical reports was the most frightening, it said you’ve suffered from muteness. Not because of the physical condition, but because of the trauma.
You’re able to talk, but you didn’t want to.
Only time could recover this, the doctor said. But it’s as if you refused all the influences the world gave you to start recovering and calling back all the memories you said you’ve forgotten.
You said you didn’t remember Donghae. But it’s on top of the most impossible things that would likely happen to you.
You didn’t talk, your acts showed it all. You couldn’t be more obvious, hyung. You’ve missed him.
There is nothing tougher than rain in June
The patter of longing is kept as a secret, in that blooming flower tree
Jungsoo
The moment we knew you’re not able to talk was when we pulled out the intubation tube out of your throat. If it’s because of your condition, we would have predicted it before.
You didn’t talk like people normally does although you’re not anymore in a critical condition. I was the one who asked if you remembered the incident and explained when you said nothing. The second person who knew is your brother. That young officer remained by your side until nights when the visiting hours had ended and his shift of investigation was over. I told him though it’s not confirmed, you’re probably won’t be able to talk for the time being.
But I found out that you simply decided not to talk because I saw that you’re able to.
It was the first day after a month you’ve been sent to the hospital that you didn’t lie on the ICU bed anymore. You wrote on a paper, telling me that you wanted to go around the hospital.
I complied to your request and pushed you in the wheelchair around. Your brother haven’t come to visit that day so I decided that you’d be fine with me doing it.
It was raining outside so I just brought you around to see other patients inside the hospital and greeted them as your wheelchair wheeled around. I then stopped pushing and positioned you to face the large glass window that faced the practically wet hospital’s garden. It’s the best scenery that could ever be seen from inside the hospital.
I explained about the good news of your condition lightly, on how you’ve recovered enough that you could now eat normally without the feeding tube, that you could go to the bathroom yourself, and you’d even probably get discharged anytime soon.
I wasn’t certain that it was your voice, but you did croak,
“Doctor, I like rain,”
I nearly cheered for it after I confirmed that it really was your voice, I started to talk to you again, hoping that you would answer, that you would talk again. But you never said a word afterwards.
There was something I would never forget.
It was near the time of you being discharged and this young man came to the hospital and asked to the receptionist if he could find you. I was reviewing a patient’s CT Scan result in the hallway and came to him when I heard him mentioning your name.
He was Lee Donghae, and he said he was a friend. I informed him your room’s number and never expected that it was a bad decision to begin with. He was still in the very same hallway when your brother Kyuhyun, got out from your room and walked from the different direction.
Instantly, all the terrible shocking things happened. As soon as he saw him, Kyuhyun grabbed his collar and slammed it on the nearest wall. He started to curse in a loud voice, blaming him all for your current condition. The hallway gone mad with people’s screams of shock and people who tried to part the two before any physic fight could occur. I clearly didn’t know why he did that, but I swiftly pushed the two apart and told them that they should not make such a scene in a hospital’s hallway.
That Donghae left right after that.
You grabbed my wrist when I was about to leave after monitoring your condition for the last time that night. You asked for my pen and paper and scribbled,
Donghae, he came right?
I nodded and looked curiously at you,
“Is he your friend?”
Your reply was only a smile and a scribble that said,
You’ve worked hard today Doctor, you should get some sleep
There is nothing subtler than rain in June
His hesitant footprints on that street are erased
Sungmin
I’m going crazy.
This calls keep on coming. They should have known that I would never want to answer.
Mails was sent to my email address which I didn’t know how they’re able to get. Eventually, they started to bell and knocked noisily on my door. I gave up in the end and opened up.
You said not to tell it to anyone. So I didn’t.
They brought me to the police station, asking me as a witness of the incident, but I kept my mouth shut persistently saying I didn’t know anything about it.
I actually wanted to tell it all to them. The ones that beat you up, though I didn’t know their names, at least my memories of their faces running out from the dark narrow alley where I found you would have been a great of help. You were in the worst condition when I found you. Although your condition now was much better, I hardly could breathe when you firstly examined in the hospital.
Fractures on hip bones, abdominal hemorrhage, and slight brain concussion. Your face was not really in a good shape you even had to have plastic surgery because of the severe scar.
I remembered you saying that you wanted to go to Donghae’s place. That you wanted to make everything clear for the both of you. To tell him your true feelings, that you actually love him.
You knew very well that the ones that did those worst things to you was trying to prevent you from coming to his house. You knew very well that those guys were paid for them to do so. And you clearly knew who told them to do so. Which I don’t.
Donghae didn’t know anything about it. Yet he was blamed because Kyuhyun knew that you were going to his house.
Now it seemed like everything was over.
You always said how you like rain very much, Hyukjae. I never knew why you do. But from all that had happened, I could now picture some in my mind.
You probably thought that maybe speaking was never a right thing to do. Even intending to do it hardly was the right decision to begin with.
Rain hides unspoken words. Ever since you woke up, you’d decided to let all words unspoken. Maybe it’s just for the meantime, maybe it’s for forever. No one would ever know before it happens.
You should have known that Donghae feels the same, he had always loved you. Even if it hadn’t put up in words, it’s hidden somewhere in the visible spot of his figure.
Now it seemed like everything was over, but it didn’t mean that the both of you have given up.
Donghae left a piece of torn paper to me which you read with droplets of tears in your cheek.
It must have been hard for you to say it, it’s also the most difficult choice for me to decide, whether to say it or not.
I love you Hyukjae, get well soon.
There is nothing wiser than rain in June
It lets the unspoken words, absorbed by the roots of that flower tree
A/N: I know, I know very well that this piece doesn't even make sense. But I just felt like writing it. This is strongly a result of so influencing dramas you-might-know-what that I've recently finished watching.
This is also written based on a translated poem with the same title as this story's, it could be seen in the italic purple lines.
Btw, please please do comment if you've made it until here. Just, please ;~;
Pairing: eunhae
Genre: angst
Rating: G
Length: one-shot
Summary: Rain hides unspoken words. Ever since you woke up, you’d decided to let all words unspoken. Maybe it’s just for the meantime, maybe it’s for forever
Kyuhyun
You like rain. You said so.
I never really believed the words that came from you. But this one came when everything was alright and true.
Meddling with IP addresses and copies of evidence hard disks, sitting before only command prompts, jiggling those handcuffs that doesn’t suit your liking, you have always ever said you didn’t like my job. And I, too said I didn’t. But I enjoyed the things that I’d been doing. I didn’t let you do anything against it.
All that came from you now was You’re doing great. You caught them again, didn’t you?.
I have the best brother
I don’t feel like I’ve done any great for you. I didn’t catch the culprit, the ones that made you like this. You said it’s alright because you’re fine. But you’re not. I clearly know your condition, I investigated this case. Although I really didn’t want to, I had to.
I’ve always known I’m not a good brother.
The medical reports was the most frightening, it said you’ve suffered from muteness. Not because of the physical condition, but because of the trauma.
You’re able to talk, but you didn’t want to.
Only time could recover this, the doctor said. But it’s as if you refused all the influences the world gave you to start recovering and calling back all the memories you said you’ve forgotten.
You said you didn’t remember Donghae. But it’s on top of the most impossible things that would likely happen to you.
You didn’t talk, your acts showed it all. You couldn’t be more obvious, hyung. You’ve missed him.
There is nothing tougher than rain in June
The patter of longing is kept as a secret, in that blooming flower tree
Jungsoo
The moment we knew you’re not able to talk was when we pulled out the intubation tube out of your throat. If it’s because of your condition, we would have predicted it before.
You didn’t talk like people normally does although you’re not anymore in a critical condition. I was the one who asked if you remembered the incident and explained when you said nothing. The second person who knew is your brother. That young officer remained by your side until nights when the visiting hours had ended and his shift of investigation was over. I told him though it’s not confirmed, you’re probably won’t be able to talk for the time being.
But I found out that you simply decided not to talk because I saw that you’re able to.
It was the first day after a month you’ve been sent to the hospital that you didn’t lie on the ICU bed anymore. You wrote on a paper, telling me that you wanted to go around the hospital.
I complied to your request and pushed you in the wheelchair around. Your brother haven’t come to visit that day so I decided that you’d be fine with me doing it.
It was raining outside so I just brought you around to see other patients inside the hospital and greeted them as your wheelchair wheeled around. I then stopped pushing and positioned you to face the large glass window that faced the practically wet hospital’s garden. It’s the best scenery that could ever be seen from inside the hospital.
I explained about the good news of your condition lightly, on how you’ve recovered enough that you could now eat normally without the feeding tube, that you could go to the bathroom yourself, and you’d even probably get discharged anytime soon.
I wasn’t certain that it was your voice, but you did croak,
“Doctor, I like rain,”
I nearly cheered for it after I confirmed that it really was your voice, I started to talk to you again, hoping that you would answer, that you would talk again. But you never said a word afterwards.
There was something I would never forget.
It was near the time of you being discharged and this young man came to the hospital and asked to the receptionist if he could find you. I was reviewing a patient’s CT Scan result in the hallway and came to him when I heard him mentioning your name.
He was Lee Donghae, and he said he was a friend. I informed him your room’s number and never expected that it was a bad decision to begin with. He was still in the very same hallway when your brother Kyuhyun, got out from your room and walked from the different direction.
Instantly, all the terrible shocking things happened. As soon as he saw him, Kyuhyun grabbed his collar and slammed it on the nearest wall. He started to curse in a loud voice, blaming him all for your current condition. The hallway gone mad with people’s screams of shock and people who tried to part the two before any physic fight could occur. I clearly didn’t know why he did that, but I swiftly pushed the two apart and told them that they should not make such a scene in a hospital’s hallway.
That Donghae left right after that.
You grabbed my wrist when I was about to leave after monitoring your condition for the last time that night. You asked for my pen and paper and scribbled,
Donghae, he came right?
I nodded and looked curiously at you,
“Is he your friend?”
Your reply was only a smile and a scribble that said,
You’ve worked hard today Doctor, you should get some sleep
There is nothing subtler than rain in June
His hesitant footprints on that street are erased
Sungmin
I’m going crazy.
This calls keep on coming. They should have known that I would never want to answer.
Mails was sent to my email address which I didn’t know how they’re able to get. Eventually, they started to bell and knocked noisily on my door. I gave up in the end and opened up.
You said not to tell it to anyone. So I didn’t.
They brought me to the police station, asking me as a witness of the incident, but I kept my mouth shut persistently saying I didn’t know anything about it.
I actually wanted to tell it all to them. The ones that beat you up, though I didn’t know their names, at least my memories of their faces running out from the dark narrow alley where I found you would have been a great of help. You were in the worst condition when I found you. Although your condition now was much better, I hardly could breathe when you firstly examined in the hospital.
Fractures on hip bones, abdominal hemorrhage, and slight brain concussion. Your face was not really in a good shape you even had to have plastic surgery because of the severe scar.
I remembered you saying that you wanted to go to Donghae’s place. That you wanted to make everything clear for the both of you. To tell him your true feelings, that you actually love him.
You knew very well that the ones that did those worst things to you was trying to prevent you from coming to his house. You knew very well that those guys were paid for them to do so. And you clearly knew who told them to do so. Which I don’t.
Donghae didn’t know anything about it. Yet he was blamed because Kyuhyun knew that you were going to his house.
Now it seemed like everything was over.
You always said how you like rain very much, Hyukjae. I never knew why you do. But from all that had happened, I could now picture some in my mind.
You probably thought that maybe speaking was never a right thing to do. Even intending to do it hardly was the right decision to begin with.
Rain hides unspoken words. Ever since you woke up, you’d decided to let all words unspoken. Maybe it’s just for the meantime, maybe it’s for forever. No one would ever know before it happens.
You should have known that Donghae feels the same, he had always loved you. Even if it hadn’t put up in words, it’s hidden somewhere in the visible spot of his figure.
Now it seemed like everything was over, but it didn’t mean that the both of you have given up.
Donghae left a piece of torn paper to me which you read with droplets of tears in your cheek.
It must have been hard for you to say it, it’s also the most difficult choice for me to decide, whether to say it or not.
I love you Hyukjae, get well soon.
There is nothing wiser than rain in June
It lets the unspoken words, absorbed by the roots of that flower tree
A/N: I know, I know very well that this piece doesn't even make sense. But I just felt like writing it. This is strongly a result of so influencing dramas you-might-know-what that I've recently finished watching.
This is also written based on a translated poem with the same title as this story's, it could be seen in the italic purple lines.
Btw, please please do comment if you've made it until here. Just, please ;~;