Stalker (Chapter 7; Part 1)
Title: Stalker (Chapter 7; Part 1)
Genre: school life?, angst, comedy?, fluff?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Eunhyuk POV, main = EunHae, ninja!KangTeuk, KyuMin,
Summary: Good news awaits you! ...(yes that’s right that is the summary!)
A/N: Italics = Thoughts
( ) = Narrating
Bold and italics = Flashbacks (note: the flashbacks alternate between ages; from child to young teen. the context helps you figure out the age)
The sunlight shone through the windows, the pools of light covering the floor and walls of Donghae’s room. I opened my eyes slowly, my vision a little bit blurry, and rubbed my eyes. I looked at the ceiling before sitting up abruptly. Mum.
“You’re awake.” I heard Donghae say and I turned my head to find that he was watching me. The corners of my lips barely twitched as I tried to form a smile. But, what is the point in trying to smile?
“Did you sleep well?” He asked me and I shook my head, of course not, turning my head back around and gazing around his room. Donghae must’ve got annoyed from my lack of words as he got off the bed and sat at his computer, his nails playing with the peeling ‘wood’.
“Did you?” I asked him, my voice deep and harsh. I cleared my throat, then was reminded of the first time we talked to each other. Looking down and smiling, small tears formed in my eyes and one dripped down to smack my hand. Had it really only been not that far back? I sniffled to stop my nose from running like my tears were, but Donghae got up from the chair and left the room only to come back a few seconds later with a box of tissues. He pulled one from the box and wiped my tears.
“Blow.” He said as he placed it over my nose and I obliged, blowing my nose into the tissue he was holding up for me. I felt like I was young again, having my mother come and hold the tissue up to my nose.
“You’re such a silly boy, Hyukjae! Look at this mess!” She laughed as she crouched down to Hyukjae and patted his head, snot hanging freely from his nose. His head was bent forward to avoid getting it on his shirt and he looked at her innocently.
“But, mummy! I didn’t mean it! I just sneezed and it went everywhere!” Hyukjae laughed, showing his missing teeth as he smiled, and this caused the snot to hit his shirt and cling onto it. “Ewww! Gross! Mummy, gross! Get it off!”
His mother laughed loudly as she walked into the small kitchen of their apartment and grabbed the paper towel roll.
“COME IN HERE!” She shouted through to the hallway.
“I CAN’T MOVE! MUM! HURRY!” He shouted in return. ‘Such a silly, silly boy!’ she thought as she walked back through to find him trying to pry the snot off his shirt.
“Aw Hyukkie, don’t touch it!” She said, grinning at her son who was looking at her with confused eyes.
“Look at this! You will NEVER get girlfriends if you do stuff like this!” She shook her head as she wiped the snot away from his shirt before moving to his nose.
“Do girls do this, mummy?”
“No, honey, girls do not to this.”
“Thanks.” I muttered as I was embarrassed. “What time is it?”
“It’s....” He said, pausing to check the clock, “9 o’clock? Shit, we’re late.”
“Late for what?” I asked, momentarily forgetting about school.
“School, silly! Come on, do you have your uniform with you?” I nodded and reached for my bag, the one my mother had brought me back from one of her numerous trips around the world. Who did this to her? I felt the tears forming again, oh for fuck sake, Hyukjae, get a hold of yourself. She isn’t dead okay? You heard Donghae! SHE ISN’T DEAD. I quickly put on the uniform, the tie barely done and the shirt needing ironed. I brushed my hair quickly, and used some of his toothpaste to clean the musky taste in my mouth.
“Fabulous! Let’s go.” He dragged me downstairs and didn’t even bother to say goodbye to his parents.
“You should always say goodbye to your mother and father.” I said, learning a small lesson from all of this.
“I don’t care about them.”
“But what if you come home one day, and find out they are gone?” I paused, finding it hard to think about my father, “You wouldn’t be able to say goodbye, you couldn’t tell them you loved them, you couldn’t...”
“I FUCKING HATE YOU!” Hyukjae yelled as he stormed downstairs.
“DID YOU JUST SWEAR AT ME, YOUNG MAN?!” His father shouted in return, skipping down the stairs behind him.
“Yes. I did.” Hyukjae said calmly at the bottom of the stairs before walking into the kitchen to find his mother baking.
“Oh, hey, mum. What are you making?”
“Blueberry muffins!” She exclaimed, grinning as she checked on them in the oven.
“I will not tolerate you swearing at me, Hyukjae.” His father said as he walked into the kitchen, “Oh honey, smells nice! What are you baking?” He kissed her on the lips and hit her bottom lightly.
She announced that she was cooking blueberry muffins to him while laughing at the smack to the bottom and left the room, leaving the two males alone.
Hyukjae was the first to explode, “WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LEAVE MY LIFE ALONE! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO GET YOUR BIG NOSE INTO EVERYTHING THAT I DO!”
“YOU’RE TOO YOUNG TO HAVE GIRLFRIENDS HYUKJAE! IT WAS FOR THE BETTER!”
“For the better? FOR THE BETTER?” Hyukjae shook his head in disbelief before he grabbed his coat which was hanging off the door handle of the kitchen.
“I HATE YOU.” He screamed as he slammed the door behind him.
Little did Hyukjae know, his father was going to die of a heart attack that night while he was gone.
“Oh, Hyukkie.”He said, kissing my cheek lightly before taking my hand and squeezing it tight. “Just stop thinking about it.”
“I can’t.” I muttered, looking down to the ground. Enough with the fucking tears!
“Do you want to get the bus? Or we can walk? It’s up to you.”
“Let’s walk. Who cares if we are a little bit later.”
“Right after school we will go to the hospital okay? I’ll get my father to drive us.”
I looked over at him and nodded, happy that he was here with me, caring for me.
“Do they know you’re gay?” I asked him.
“No.” He was easy to answer and I frowned.
“You haven’t told them?”
“No.”
“You should. It’s much better when you get it out.”
“Mum? I think we need to talk.” Hyukjae walked into the kitchen where his mother was downing a glass of milk. His nerves were overloading and he felt like he may explode from fear, but he would implode is he kept this in any longer. It had to come out now or never.
“Sure, son. What is it?” She said as she grabbed one of her freshly made white chocolate-chip cookies and took a bite.
“Mum, I’m gay.”
“Oh, okay.” She said with a full mouth, chewing on the yummy goodness as she walked out of the room and into the living room. Hyukjae followed behind her.
“Did you hear me?”
“Yes. You’re gay.” She smiled as she sat down and put her feet up on the table, much like his father used to do.
“Yes.”
“Okay!”
“And you’re alright with this?” She smiled as she looked down and her lap before patting the seat next to her.
“Take a seat.” She said and he jumped over her legs, but tripped and fell onto the couch. She laughed briefly as she finished the cookie. She took her legs off the table, making Hyukjae wonder why she couldn’t do that before he had fallen, and turned her body so she faced him and held his face with her petite hands.
“Honey, it’s completely fine with me. I have raised you so you will be able to make your own decisions and if this is one of them, then I trust you enough to know that it is what you want. I just want my baby to be happy.” She grinned as she pinched his cheeks and he blinked his eyes, unexplainably happy that she was okay with this. He beamed back as he got up from the couch and left the room.
“Can we go shopping later?” He heard his mother call from the living room and he broke into hysterics.
“Stop paying attention to so many stereotypes! Crazy woman!” He shouted back and he walked into the kitchen to steal one of her delicious cookies.
“I don’t care. My parents wouldn’t understand.” He said and I just left it at that, not wanting to start a fight.
“Mr. Lee, you are late. Have you signed in?” The teacher asked me as I walked in. I nodded as I walked to my desk next to Sungmin and sat down. He smiled awkwardly and I smiled back as we both remembered last night. That was last night? It seems so long ago.
“Now can anybody tell me the answer to this question?” The teacher drooled on and I put my head down on the desk. After a couple of minutes, Sungmin nudged me and placed a note on my desk. I looked up at the teacher to make sure she didn’t see, then unfolded it quickly.
Are you okay? Minnie x
I looked over at him, his eyes on the board before he copied down some notes.
No. Something bad has happened.
I folded over the note and put it on his desk, watching the teacher as I did so. The note was quick to come back.
What’s wrong? What happened?
It’s my mother.
Your mother?
Yes.
What happened?
I’ll tell you later.
He looked at me briefly and nodded. Don’t cry here. Please don’t cry here. Please, Hyukjae. Don’t cry here. You can do this.
“What happened?” Sungmin asked, pulling me into an empty classroom at lunch time. He locked the door so we wouldn’t be disturbed and I started feeling the tears.
“I-I-It’s my m-mother.” I stuttered back, my speech broken from holding back the tears.
“What happened? Hyukkie, tell me.”
“I-I came h-h-home last night a-a-a-and found -” I started before the image flew to my brain and burst out crying.
“What did you find?” He said, pulling me into his arms and I soaked his shirt with my never-ending tears. “Come on, you can tell me.”
“S-s-s-she’s been s-s-stabbed, Min-Min-Minnie.” Sungmin drew his head back.
“Stabbed?” I nodded feebly, my face completely wet. I felt Sungmin shake his head. (Little did I know that he had encountered a situation last night that had let up to my mother’s stabbing.)
“Is she okay?” He asked and I shrugged, pulling away from his embrace to wipe my eyes.
“Donghae and I are going to go to the hospital after school.”
“Donghae?”
“HIM.”
“OH! You think after last night I would remember his name, but no!” He laughed lightly and I giggled at his forgetfulness.
“Where did I put my car keys?” Hyukjae’s mother asked herself while Hyukjae watched from the sidelines, crying as he watched her breakdown.
“WHERE DID I PUT MY FUCKING CAR KEYS?!” She shouted, knocking things off the counter, emptying her things in her bag onto the floor, opening all cabinets and throwing the contents on the floor. It was covered with food, makeup, anything that she could get her hands on. She broke into a sob as she fell to the ground onto the mess, her head in her hands.
“Why?” She wailed, but not because she couldn’t find her car keys. She cried because she had just lost her husband: the yin to her yang, the other half of her soul, her partner who helped her through any problem.
“Why?” She asked again, her body jerking forward with each sob. Hyukjae moved from the doorframe to her and he took her into his arms, tears dripping onto his neck and into his mouth as he hugged her as hard as he could manage without breaking her into pieces. They rocked back and forth, clinging onto each other through the rough times. They only had each other.
“Hyukjae....Oh, Hyukjae. Why would he leave us?” She pounded her fist to the ground over and over until Hyukjae stopped her and held her hands to his chest.
“I don’t know, mum.” His vision was blurred and she curled to his chest, holding on to his white school shirt as she weeped. No other words were said.
“You really are retarded.” I said, wiping the tears from my eyes.
“Listen, why don’t I come to the hospital with you?”
“Will you not be doing something with Kyuhyun? You know how you told me you two were a couple now and all...” I said sarcastically.
“Shut up, I was going to tell you. We haven’t talked in quite a while have me?”
“Yeah, I think I’m getting withdrawals from your crazy girly-ness.” Sungmin laughed and punched my arm lightly.
“Do you want me to come?”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll call you and tell you how it goes.”
He nodded, “Come on, let’s go get lunch. Are you going to tell Teukie?”
“Tell him what?”
“About your mother?”
I paused, “He probably already knows. If he doesn’t, then yes, he deserves to know.”
Sungmin nodded his head and I put my arm around him. Well, at least last night hasn’t made this awkward.
“Eunhyuk, I heard about your mother! Are you okay, honey?” He came over and hugged me as soon as we walked into the cafeteria and I gave Sungmin a look that said ‘I totally agree with you when you say this man has spies’. Sungmin laughed and look a seat next to Kyuhyun, kissing him on the cheek.
“Not really.” I smiled to Eeteuk, and he squeezed tighter before Kangin pried him off and took me into his large, hulky arms.
“It’ll be okay, Hyukkie.” He said and squeezed, forgetting his own strength.
“Can’t... breathe!” I wheezed out and he let go quickly.
“Sorry, little guy.” I rolled my eyes and watched as Shindong came over to me.
“Cheer up. It can’t get any worse.” He said and I took this as a method of making me feel better. I hugged him lightly. Hankyung walked over to me but didn’t say anything as he enveloped me into warmth. He kissed my head lightly before letting go and walked away and over the Donghae’s table. Kyuhyun was last to hug me, patting me on the back lightly and kissing me cheek, and I blushed as I remember last night.
Kibum sat looking down at his food on the table. I sat down and stared at him. Why isn’t he hugging me?
“Hi Kibum.” He only nodded his head and remained looking down.
“What’s going on with Kibum?” I mouthed to Leeteuk and he shrugged briefly in response before turning back to Kangin.
Part 2