Fic: When You Wish Upon A Star
When you wish upon a star
Wrapped in layer upon layer of thick coats, amidst the crowd that consisted of joyful families and blissful couples, a lone man walked down the streets of Seoul. He trudges along, stepping into puddles of melted snow, ignoring the colourful adverts that screamed at his face.
It was late afternoon, only two days after Christmas and already, Sungmin couldn't wait for the start of the New Year. He didn't know why but he had started immensely disliking the artificial feel of Christmas and the New Year, with their gaily strung tinsels, twinkling fairy lights and a myriad of colourful decorations - it made him sick. All this festive joy made him utterly depressed.
As dusk approached, the man hurried his pace towards his destination, his rented apartment. He heard a familiar tune as he walked on the streets but he couldn't help but wonder why the sound seemed to follow him. The sound died for a while before it restarted again.
It was then that it struck Sungmin; it was his new cell phone. He resisted the urge to smack himself and started rummaging through his jacket.
"Yeobeosayoh? Sungmin shii!"
"Ryeowook shii!"
"Sungmin shii, you don't happen to have plans on the 31st right?"
"I'll have to check,"
"Oh, please, please try to be free ok? Because Teukie umma...ah, he's Jungsu now right? Oh, where was I? Oh yes, Jungsu's having a get together dinner at his new house that day. You're going to attend right?"
"I'll see...I...I may have other plans,"
"Oh. Then...erm...Sungmin shii, I'll see you some other time okay? You take care of yourself. Ahnyong!"
"Dae."
He couldn't help but detect the tone of disappointment and worry that laced Ryeowook's words. His heart was heavy, with guilt. He didn't like lying but he just wasn't in the mood to celebrate, let alone meet the others. He didn't know if he was ready to face them - seeing them brought back memories of him. Especially since some of them were happily together. The mere thought of the other boys paired up made him feel pathetic.
Once again, his Christmas wish didn't come true - who was he to ask for a miracle? Kyuhyun was not coming back to him. He was likely frolicking in Central Park or something with some...girl, he was sure of it. After all, it's been two year since his...
No. He is no longer yours, he mentally berated himself.
Cho Kyuhyun.
Sungmin muttered his name under his breath, the words coming out in wispy tendrils due to the cold.
It's been roughly two years since Kyuhyun last contacted him. Just one phone call two Christmases before and that was the last time he heard of the former. He had been tempted several times to call but he prevailed against the temptation. He was no lovesick fool, desperate for his beloved's attention. He had sent letters after letters for eight months but he never received any. Countless emails were sent but there was nary a response. It was clear to Sungmin that what they had was nothing more than a fling, fanservice gone too far.
Perhaps, Kyuhyun was just repressed since there were no girls around and now, he was free once again. Sungmin felt the familiar ache in his heart as he recalled the many memories they had made together behind the glare of the spotlight. He sighed and decided it was best to take the bus instead of taking a lonesome walk home - he didn't particularly liked walking alone anyways.
*******
Upon settling into his seat, Sungmin wondered if the giggly girls at the back of the bus knew his identity. His heart started to beat quickly, whether in excitement or in fear, Sungmin himself wasn't sure. He hadn't been recognized for quite a while already and had been fairly successful going incognito during the nights when he wasn't working on the graveyard shift with the radio station.
And he hadn't meant to eavesdrop, really, but he was just curious and the girls failed at whispering. They were clearly audible enough for the entire bus to hear one's conversation.
"Chaerim! Look there! Isn't that what's his name?"
"Who? Wazinae? Girl, you know I don't listen to anything other than local pop and English pop!"
"No...you know, that guy from Super Junior? The one who likes to wear pink?"
"Lee Sungmin?"
"Yeah! That one!"
Sungmin felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand - if she stared any harder, Sungmin swore he would have holes at the back of his head.
"Nah, that guy can't be Sungmin! If the guy was Sungmin, pigs will start sprouting wings."
"But, he looks so much like Sungmin! It's possible!"
"Yah, Soohee ah, celebrities do not use public transport. It's like a rule or something. Just imagine if they did. Can you just imagine the chaos at bus stops and train stations if they did? That's why they all get paid quite a large sum - it's for their protection from those nasty anti and the crazy fans! Bodyguards are expensive you know. Afterall, one of my exes was a bodyguard."
"But I recall Shindong saying on what's that show? Kitchen sink? No, wait. Sponge! Ah yes, Shindong said he uses public transport on that old show!"
"Of course he did! Back when he wasn't Shindong and was Donghae!"
"Donghae? I thought his real name was Donghee?"
"Whatever the case is, that guy is not Sungmin. I should know - after all, I'm like, his biggest fan! And...we need to alight here. Now quit dallying and hurry! I think I saw a sale sign at that new boutique!"
Sungmin chuckled as the pair of girls scuttled off the bus, lugging around their numerous shopping bags. He couldn't help but smile at the hilarity of the situation. It certainly helped to ease the loneliness within. He decided then that he couldn't spend the holidays alone.
"Yeobeosayoh?"
"Wookie ah? I...I've changed my mind. I'll attend the New Year's countdown party."
"Great! Do you need JoongOon to pick you up or anything? No wait, I'll go ask my stupid husband to pick you up. Hyung, please wait, okay? Yah, JoonOon ah! Sungmin needs a ride on the 31st!"
Sungmin couldn't help but grin as Ryeowook's excitement was infectious but he was puzzled when he heard whisperings and barely audible disagreements between the Yehwook. He felt bad on intruding their private time, it wasn't his intention really.
"Hyung? Hyung? You there?"
"Yes. Listen dongsaeng, I think I can find my way on my own. You needn't bother JoongOon. Just tell him to drive safely."
"Really?"
"Really,"
"Fine then. If you happen to get lost or anything, call any one of us okay? Well, except Jungsu, unless you want a death wish."
Sungmin giggled, recalling the few times he had been forced to ride Umma's car. He hoped, prayed for the sake of the world that the man was a better driver now. Nevertheless, he’d rather err on the side of caution. Only when he had hung up had he realized he didn't know Jungsu's current place of residence.
**************
Sungmin sighed. He had forgotten about Eeteuk's definition of 'small'. At first glance, it seemed as though Jungsu had invited about twenty odd people but as the clock started ticking, it seemed as though half of Korea was present at Jungsu's abode.
He had wanted to get sloshed that night, using the party as an excuse to drink away his growing misery but Kibum had seen to it that he had no more than a shot glass of soju and nothing more. He wanted to argue that he was no longer a boy, wanted to argue that he could hold his alcohol but it was a futile effort. Not when Kibum glared at him.
"What kind of dongsaeng are you?!"
"One who knows his hyung well enough,"
"Yah, please Bummie. Please? Just one more glass?"
"Look hyung. You can barely handle one glass of wine and yet you've downed one shot of soju. Even one more sip of the spiked punch Heechul brought will knock you out."
"Bummie!!!"
"Mianhae, hyung. You'll thank me later,"
Sungmin tried to persuade Kibum but the younger man it seemed was immune to his puppy dog eyes charm. He scowled at his failure - who knew using that trick too much would make Kibum immune?
Sungmin sighed and drank the bottle of mineral water that Kibum had handed him, as he wandered around Jungsu's new house. Compared to his tiny apartment, this was a castle. Sungmin marvelled at the interior design of the space, so clean and fresh, like its owner.
The atmosphere indoors was more subdued and relaxed; a far cry from the high energy of the party crowd outside. The Yehwook couple were slumped on the sofa in the lounge, already asleep. Sungmin felt like an intruder, watching the scene before him. He wanted to wake the magnae up but decided against it in the end. He left the couple alone and decided to venture further indoors.
And he soon found himself in a bare lounge. Moonlight filtered through the translucent curtains, casting an ethereal glow into the small windowed room and on the ebony piano. Sungmin didn't know what possessed him but he felt a strange attraction to the piano. Initially, all he wanted to do was to touch just one ivory key but soon, he was tinkling away on the ivories.
Like a madman possessed, he churned out haunting melodies, recalled from memories, partly composed by the anguish of the heart. Lost in his own world, he didn't hear the footsteps approaching him nor did he feel the slight decline when the piano seat was occupied by another. Only when the new set of hands played a chord did the music stop abruptly.
Startled, he jerked away from the piano and looked up.
Only to see the one face that haunts his every thought, his every dream.
"Tell me baby, do you recognise me?"
The deep baritone voice shook the very core of his soul.
This...this wasn't supposed to happen. His heart wasn't supposed to drum erratically, he wasn't supposed to tremble. Clenching his fists by his side, Sungmin tried to steady himself. This was too surreal.
Cho Kyuhyun. The bastard who stole his heart, crushed it into a million pieces and...the man he was still madly in love with, still.
Sungmin muttered curses under his breathe.
"What did you say danhobak?"
The very fact that Kyuhyun used that term of endearment made his blood boil. How dare he... How dare he just walk back into his life and expect to be welcomed back with open arms.
"Cho Kyuhyun," he seethed, hoping, praying that his word came out solid.
The other man merely smiled - seeing the wide grin across that beautiful face was enough to make Sungmin mad. The other man was still clearly a child, a mere child if he didn't know his mistakes. The nerve of him to smile away the past two years.
"Go to hell," he muttered as he stood up from the seat and headed towards the door.
But he was stopped by a strong grip on his arm. Flinging it away, he continued to make his way towards the door but Kyuhyun was faster.
The door's locks clicked into place.
Sungmin was definitely not amused. He had tried his very best to remain mature, to be like a somewhat civil adult but if it was a fight Mr Cho wanted, it was a brawl he would get.
Getting into defensive stance, Sungmin was ready. Hell, he had been ready for two years. He smirked when he caught the look of surprise and fear that flashed across Kyuhyun's face.
"Not so tough now, are you?" he taunted, aided slightly by the buzz from that one shot of soju. Sungmin relished the amount of power he had over the other boy - it was no secret that he, Lee Sungmin, was not just another pretty face. He was rather proficient in Chinese martial arts and none of the boys dared to piss him off.
Cho Kyuhyun, however, had seriously pisssed him off. And that was the understatement of the year.
No one knew who threw the first punch but in a flurry of fists, both boys were knocked out in less than a minute - in Sungmin's case, it was also partly because of the alcohol.
Dazed and hurting from the well-aimed punch, both boys sporting equally aggressive bluish swells near the eye and neither could see the other, eye to eye.
"You sure throw one hell of a punch," Kyuhyun complimented.
"You deserve it…jerk!"
But Kyuhyun was done being Mr Nice Guy.
"Jerk?! You coxcomb!"
"I'm not speaking to you any further. Goodbye."
Sungmin dragged himself up, wincing at the pain. He gripped the door handle and pushed.
The door didn't budge.
Puzzled, he tried again.
The door remained stubbornly shut.
"Give me the damn key and let me out of here!"
"I...I can't."
Enraged by Kyuhyun's weakened reply, he started banging on the door, only it seemed that the music from the garden party had considerably grown louder. He wasn't sure if he could be heard. But it was worth a shot.
He let loose a scream but he found his mouth was quickly covered by the younger man's larger hands.
Sungmin was desperate.
He needed to get out.
He had to.
He just had to.
Anything to get away and go home and pretend this was all a stupid nightmare.
Another ridiculous dream.
Cho Kyuhyun was in New York, a whole time zone away. He couldn't be here, covering his mouth with his hands.
Convinced it was all a dream, Sungmin decided it was best to bite.
Kyuhyun yelped out in shock and in pain. He knew Sungmin was tough but no one told him how tough - looks certainly are deceiving. Ignoring the throbbing pain from his ring finger, he spun the other man around.
"Look here, Lee Sungmin shii. Everything's been set-up by the other guys. We're stuck in this room until the year passes on. Whether you like it or not, we're both stuck in here…together."
Sungmin let loose a string of expletives, thinking up of all the horrible ways to torture each and every one of his ex-band mates in chronological order.
"Stop cursing. It's unbecoming of you. That's not the Lee Sungmin I knew."
"You have no right to tell me what to do. And the Cho Kyuhyun I know would have just asked for a break up if he wanted out instead of hem awing and making me waste two years of my life. The Cho Kyuhyun I know doesn't lie. When he says he'll call, he'll call. The Cho Kyuhyun I know would return my letters. The Cho Kyuhyun I know would respond to my emails, no matter how stupid or useless they seem. The Cho Kyuhyun I know...is not here."
The moment the angry tirade left his lips, Sungmin felt oddly satisfied and empty at the same time, like an empty vessel. The ache in his heart had gone past the point of hurting, it was numbing. He collapsed, his inner strength almost depleted. Turning his back towards Kyuhyun, he wiped at his tears vigorously, trying desperately to stay composed.
On the other side of the room, Kyuhyun started laughing bitterly.
"I...This is the end of the road isn't it? Just because of one stupid diary."
Puzzled, Sungmin inched closer towards Kyuhyun, eager to know what he meant.
"Sungmin shii. I'm...I'm sorry for making your life hell. I really, really am. I guess we're just..."
"Kyuhyun shii. Wait. Tell me. What did you mean about the diary?"
"You remember the diary you gave me before I left to pursue my studies?"
Sungmin merely nodded. He remembered the sleek leather bound book - the one where he had written 'Property of Cho Kyuhyun, the strongest hero on Earth' in neat printed Hangul on the first page.
"You remember the last time I called you?"
"Christmas two years ago."
"That was when I lost it. And you know how I'm like - I tend to forget things if I don't write things down. And I wrote everything in that book."
"Everything?"
"Everything - from your contact details to the other guys' contact details to even my new password for my email. I tried, I tried desperately to try to get back the details but...god, I feel like fool. When I found it two months later, my roommate just happened to spill ink all over. Even I couldn't believe my bad luck. I...I'm so sorry Sungmin. I know you may not believe me. You may think that I'm lying to you but I'm telling you the truth. Wait, I'll show it to you."
Sungmin sat propped up against the wall, stunned by the absurdity of the tale. He watched in fascination as Kyuhyun took out an ink stained diary, apologizing profusely in between sobs. Flipping through the inky pages of the book, Sungmin didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. He had suffered and it was all because of...a stupid diary?
He felt like a fool but an epiphany struck.
"Kyuhyun, stop it," he said, shushing the younger boy with a finger against the other's lips.
His stomach felt queasy and the butterflies in his stomach were flapping their wings vigorously - it hurt a lot. His heart starting thumping quickly, drowning out the barely audible countdown.
"Kyu, do you still love me?"
He was pleasantly surprised when the younger boy kissed him softly. He moaned - he had forgotten just how good of a kisser Kyuhyun was.
In the background, fireworks lit up the sky and there were jubilant shouts of 'Happy New Year'.
So what if his past Christmas wishes didn't come true. His birthday wish did - and the year was certainly beginning to pick up.
"Happy Birthday, Danhobak."
Sungmin smiled before being pulled into another kiss by his lover.
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Wrapped in layer upon layer of thick coats, amidst the crowd that consisted of joyful families and blissful couples, a lone man walked down the streets of Seoul. He trudges along, stepping into puddles of melted snow, ignoring the colourful adverts that screamed at his face.
It was late afternoon, only two days after Christmas and already, Sungmin couldn't wait for the start of the New Year. He didn't know why but he had started immensely disliking the artificial feel of Christmas and the New Year, with their gaily strung tinsels, twinkling fairy lights and a myriad of colourful decorations - it made him sick. All this festive joy made him utterly depressed.
As dusk approached, the man hurried his pace towards his destination, his rented apartment. He heard a familiar tune as he walked on the streets but he couldn't help but wonder why the sound seemed to follow him. The sound died for a while before it restarted again.
It was then that it struck Sungmin; it was his new cell phone. He resisted the urge to smack himself and started rummaging through his jacket.
"Yeobeosayoh? Sungmin shii!"
"Ryeowook shii!"
"Sungmin shii, you don't happen to have plans on the 31st right?"
"I'll have to check,"
"Oh, please, please try to be free ok? Because Teukie umma...ah, he's Jungsu now right? Oh, where was I? Oh yes, Jungsu's having a get together dinner at his new house that day. You're going to attend right?"
"I'll see...I...I may have other plans,"
"Oh. Then...erm...Sungmin shii, I'll see you some other time okay? You take care of yourself. Ahnyong!"
"Dae."
He couldn't help but detect the tone of disappointment and worry that laced Ryeowook's words. His heart was heavy, with guilt. He didn't like lying but he just wasn't in the mood to celebrate, let alone meet the others. He didn't know if he was ready to face them - seeing them brought back memories of him. Especially since some of them were happily together. The mere thought of the other boys paired up made him feel pathetic.
Once again, his Christmas wish didn't come true - who was he to ask for a miracle? Kyuhyun was not coming back to him. He was likely frolicking in Central Park or something with some...girl, he was sure of it. After all, it's been two year since his...
No. He is no longer yours, he mentally berated himself.
Cho Kyuhyun.
Sungmin muttered his name under his breath, the words coming out in wispy tendrils due to the cold.
It's been roughly two years since Kyuhyun last contacted him. Just one phone call two Christmases before and that was the last time he heard of the former. He had been tempted several times to call but he prevailed against the temptation. He was no lovesick fool, desperate for his beloved's attention. He had sent letters after letters for eight months but he never received any. Countless emails were sent but there was nary a response. It was clear to Sungmin that what they had was nothing more than a fling, fanservice gone too far.
Perhaps, Kyuhyun was just repressed since there were no girls around and now, he was free once again. Sungmin felt the familiar ache in his heart as he recalled the many memories they had made together behind the glare of the spotlight. He sighed and decided it was best to take the bus instead of taking a lonesome walk home - he didn't particularly liked walking alone anyways.
*******
Upon settling into his seat, Sungmin wondered if the giggly girls at the back of the bus knew his identity. His heart started to beat quickly, whether in excitement or in fear, Sungmin himself wasn't sure. He hadn't been recognized for quite a while already and had been fairly successful going incognito during the nights when he wasn't working on the graveyard shift with the radio station.
And he hadn't meant to eavesdrop, really, but he was just curious and the girls failed at whispering. They were clearly audible enough for the entire bus to hear one's conversation.
"Chaerim! Look there! Isn't that what's his name?"
"Who? Wazinae? Girl, you know I don't listen to anything other than local pop and English pop!"
"No...you know, that guy from Super Junior? The one who likes to wear pink?"
"Lee Sungmin?"
"Yeah! That one!"
Sungmin felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand - if she stared any harder, Sungmin swore he would have holes at the back of his head.
"Nah, that guy can't be Sungmin! If the guy was Sungmin, pigs will start sprouting wings."
"But, he looks so much like Sungmin! It's possible!"
"Yah, Soohee ah, celebrities do not use public transport. It's like a rule or something. Just imagine if they did. Can you just imagine the chaos at bus stops and train stations if they did? That's why they all get paid quite a large sum - it's for their protection from those nasty anti and the crazy fans! Bodyguards are expensive you know. Afterall, one of my exes was a bodyguard."
"But I recall Shindong saying on what's that show? Kitchen sink? No, wait. Sponge! Ah yes, Shindong said he uses public transport on that old show!"
"Of course he did! Back when he wasn't Shindong and was Donghae!"
"Donghae? I thought his real name was Donghee?"
"Whatever the case is, that guy is not Sungmin. I should know - after all, I'm like, his biggest fan! And...we need to alight here. Now quit dallying and hurry! I think I saw a sale sign at that new boutique!"
Sungmin chuckled as the pair of girls scuttled off the bus, lugging around their numerous shopping bags. He couldn't help but smile at the hilarity of the situation. It certainly helped to ease the loneliness within. He decided then that he couldn't spend the holidays alone.
"Yeobeosayoh?"
"Wookie ah? I...I've changed my mind. I'll attend the New Year's countdown party."
"Great! Do you need JoongOon to pick you up or anything? No wait, I'll go ask my stupid husband to pick you up. Hyung, please wait, okay? Yah, JoonOon ah! Sungmin needs a ride on the 31st!"
Sungmin couldn't help but grin as Ryeowook's excitement was infectious but he was puzzled when he heard whisperings and barely audible disagreements between the Yehwook. He felt bad on intruding their private time, it wasn't his intention really.
"Hyung? Hyung? You there?"
"Yes. Listen dongsaeng, I think I can find my way on my own. You needn't bother JoongOon. Just tell him to drive safely."
"Really?"
"Really,"
"Fine then. If you happen to get lost or anything, call any one of us okay? Well, except Jungsu, unless you want a death wish."
Sungmin giggled, recalling the few times he had been forced to ride Umma's car. He hoped, prayed for the sake of the world that the man was a better driver now. Nevertheless, he’d rather err on the side of caution. Only when he had hung up had he realized he didn't know Jungsu's current place of residence.
**************
Sungmin sighed. He had forgotten about Eeteuk's definition of 'small'. At first glance, it seemed as though Jungsu had invited about twenty odd people but as the clock started ticking, it seemed as though half of Korea was present at Jungsu's abode.
He had wanted to get sloshed that night, using the party as an excuse to drink away his growing misery but Kibum had seen to it that he had no more than a shot glass of soju and nothing more. He wanted to argue that he was no longer a boy, wanted to argue that he could hold his alcohol but it was a futile effort. Not when Kibum glared at him.
"What kind of dongsaeng are you?!"
"One who knows his hyung well enough,"
"Yah, please Bummie. Please? Just one more glass?"
"Look hyung. You can barely handle one glass of wine and yet you've downed one shot of soju. Even one more sip of the spiked punch Heechul brought will knock you out."
"Bummie!!!"
"Mianhae, hyung. You'll thank me later,"
Sungmin tried to persuade Kibum but the younger man it seemed was immune to his puppy dog eyes charm. He scowled at his failure - who knew using that trick too much would make Kibum immune?
Sungmin sighed and drank the bottle of mineral water that Kibum had handed him, as he wandered around Jungsu's new house. Compared to his tiny apartment, this was a castle. Sungmin marvelled at the interior design of the space, so clean and fresh, like its owner.
The atmosphere indoors was more subdued and relaxed; a far cry from the high energy of the party crowd outside. The Yehwook couple were slumped on the sofa in the lounge, already asleep. Sungmin felt like an intruder, watching the scene before him. He wanted to wake the magnae up but decided against it in the end. He left the couple alone and decided to venture further indoors.
And he soon found himself in a bare lounge. Moonlight filtered through the translucent curtains, casting an ethereal glow into the small windowed room and on the ebony piano. Sungmin didn't know what possessed him but he felt a strange attraction to the piano. Initially, all he wanted to do was to touch just one ivory key but soon, he was tinkling away on the ivories.
Like a madman possessed, he churned out haunting melodies, recalled from memories, partly composed by the anguish of the heart. Lost in his own world, he didn't hear the footsteps approaching him nor did he feel the slight decline when the piano seat was occupied by another. Only when the new set of hands played a chord did the music stop abruptly.
Startled, he jerked away from the piano and looked up.
Only to see the one face that haunts his every thought, his every dream.
"Tell me baby, do you recognise me?"
The deep baritone voice shook the very core of his soul.
This...this wasn't supposed to happen. His heart wasn't supposed to drum erratically, he wasn't supposed to tremble. Clenching his fists by his side, Sungmin tried to steady himself. This was too surreal.
Cho Kyuhyun. The bastard who stole his heart, crushed it into a million pieces and...the man he was still madly in love with, still.
Sungmin muttered curses under his breathe.
"What did you say danhobak?"
The very fact that Kyuhyun used that term of endearment made his blood boil. How dare he... How dare he just walk back into his life and expect to be welcomed back with open arms.
"Cho Kyuhyun," he seethed, hoping, praying that his word came out solid.
The other man merely smiled - seeing the wide grin across that beautiful face was enough to make Sungmin mad. The other man was still clearly a child, a mere child if he didn't know his mistakes. The nerve of him to smile away the past two years.
"Go to hell," he muttered as he stood up from the seat and headed towards the door.
But he was stopped by a strong grip on his arm. Flinging it away, he continued to make his way towards the door but Kyuhyun was faster.
The door's locks clicked into place.
Sungmin was definitely not amused. He had tried his very best to remain mature, to be like a somewhat civil adult but if it was a fight Mr Cho wanted, it was a brawl he would get.
Getting into defensive stance, Sungmin was ready. Hell, he had been ready for two years. He smirked when he caught the look of surprise and fear that flashed across Kyuhyun's face.
"Not so tough now, are you?" he taunted, aided slightly by the buzz from that one shot of soju. Sungmin relished the amount of power he had over the other boy - it was no secret that he, Lee Sungmin, was not just another pretty face. He was rather proficient in Chinese martial arts and none of the boys dared to piss him off.
Cho Kyuhyun, however, had seriously pisssed him off. And that was the understatement of the year.
No one knew who threw the first punch but in a flurry of fists, both boys were knocked out in less than a minute - in Sungmin's case, it was also partly because of the alcohol.
Dazed and hurting from the well-aimed punch, both boys sporting equally aggressive bluish swells near the eye and neither could see the other, eye to eye.
"You sure throw one hell of a punch," Kyuhyun complimented.
"You deserve it…jerk!"
But Kyuhyun was done being Mr Nice Guy.
"Jerk?! You coxcomb!"
"I'm not speaking to you any further. Goodbye."
Sungmin dragged himself up, wincing at the pain. He gripped the door handle and pushed.
The door didn't budge.
Puzzled, he tried again.
The door remained stubbornly shut.
"Give me the damn key and let me out of here!"
"I...I can't."
Enraged by Kyuhyun's weakened reply, he started banging on the door, only it seemed that the music from the garden party had considerably grown louder. He wasn't sure if he could be heard. But it was worth a shot.
He let loose a scream but he found his mouth was quickly covered by the younger man's larger hands.
Sungmin was desperate.
He needed to get out.
He had to.
He just had to.
Anything to get away and go home and pretend this was all a stupid nightmare.
Another ridiculous dream.
Cho Kyuhyun was in New York, a whole time zone away. He couldn't be here, covering his mouth with his hands.
Convinced it was all a dream, Sungmin decided it was best to bite.
Kyuhyun yelped out in shock and in pain. He knew Sungmin was tough but no one told him how tough - looks certainly are deceiving. Ignoring the throbbing pain from his ring finger, he spun the other man around.
"Look here, Lee Sungmin shii. Everything's been set-up by the other guys. We're stuck in this room until the year passes on. Whether you like it or not, we're both stuck in here…together."
Sungmin let loose a string of expletives, thinking up of all the horrible ways to torture each and every one of his ex-band mates in chronological order.
"Stop cursing. It's unbecoming of you. That's not the Lee Sungmin I knew."
"You have no right to tell me what to do. And the Cho Kyuhyun I know would have just asked for a break up if he wanted out instead of hem awing and making me waste two years of my life. The Cho Kyuhyun I know doesn't lie. When he says he'll call, he'll call. The Cho Kyuhyun I know would return my letters. The Cho Kyuhyun I know would respond to my emails, no matter how stupid or useless they seem. The Cho Kyuhyun I know...is not here."
The moment the angry tirade left his lips, Sungmin felt oddly satisfied and empty at the same time, like an empty vessel. The ache in his heart had gone past the point of hurting, it was numbing. He collapsed, his inner strength almost depleted. Turning his back towards Kyuhyun, he wiped at his tears vigorously, trying desperately to stay composed.
On the other side of the room, Kyuhyun started laughing bitterly.
"I...This is the end of the road isn't it? Just because of one stupid diary."
Puzzled, Sungmin inched closer towards Kyuhyun, eager to know what he meant.
"Sungmin shii. I'm...I'm sorry for making your life hell. I really, really am. I guess we're just..."
"Kyuhyun shii. Wait. Tell me. What did you mean about the diary?"
"You remember the diary you gave me before I left to pursue my studies?"
Sungmin merely nodded. He remembered the sleek leather bound book - the one where he had written 'Property of Cho Kyuhyun, the strongest hero on Earth' in neat printed Hangul on the first page.
"You remember the last time I called you?"
"Christmas two years ago."
"That was when I lost it. And you know how I'm like - I tend to forget things if I don't write things down. And I wrote everything in that book."
"Everything?"
"Everything - from your contact details to the other guys' contact details to even my new password for my email. I tried, I tried desperately to try to get back the details but...god, I feel like fool. When I found it two months later, my roommate just happened to spill ink all over. Even I couldn't believe my bad luck. I...I'm so sorry Sungmin. I know you may not believe me. You may think that I'm lying to you but I'm telling you the truth. Wait, I'll show it to you."
Sungmin sat propped up against the wall, stunned by the absurdity of the tale. He watched in fascination as Kyuhyun took out an ink stained diary, apologizing profusely in between sobs. Flipping through the inky pages of the book, Sungmin didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. He had suffered and it was all because of...a stupid diary?
He felt like a fool but an epiphany struck.
"Kyuhyun, stop it," he said, shushing the younger boy with a finger against the other's lips.
His stomach felt queasy and the butterflies in his stomach were flapping their wings vigorously - it hurt a lot. His heart starting thumping quickly, drowning out the barely audible countdown.
"Kyu, do you still love me?"
He was pleasantly surprised when the younger boy kissed him softly. He moaned - he had forgotten just how good of a kisser Kyuhyun was.
In the background, fireworks lit up the sky and there were jubilant shouts of 'Happy New Year'.
So what if his past Christmas wishes didn't come true. His birthday wish did - and the year was certainly beginning to pick up.
"Happy Birthday, Danhobak."
Sungmin smiled before being pulled into another kiss by his lover.
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