Listen (Chapter 17)
Title: Listen
Chapter: [17/?]
Characters: Kyuhyun, Heechul, Yesung, Siwon, Donghae, other SJ members might join in soon
Pairings: Eventual!KyuChul, YeWook, past!HanChul, KyuSung_friendship, SiChul_friendship and more to come soon
Rating: R
Genre: AU, Supernatural, Drama, Angst, Romance
Type: Multi-Chapter (potentially the start of a series)
Word Count: 1,977
Warning: Character death, ghostly apparitions?
Disclaimer: I own many things, but unfortunately Super Junior isn't one of them.
Summary:
Kyuhyun had always loved to have a window by his bed where he could write by. However, as far as he was concerned, he has not written anything constructive for ages. Not since he could never look at the large glass window pane again and not feel the hairs stand at the back of his neck. Not since he begin to spend every waking moment in fear and every sleeping one restless. And definitely not since the indistinguishable eerie sounds visited him resoundingly by the moonlit window almost every night. Maybe he was listening to more than he can hear.
Masterlist
Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16
Chapter 17
“Ryeowook-ssi, you’re leaving already?”
Kyuhyun poked his head out from his room after a loud sneeze a few evenings later, peering down the hallway and into the living room where the younger boy and his apartment mate were fussing over the small dog. The former seemed to be a regular visitor at their place now recently.
Ryeowook, who had just stood up from the couch, nearly dropped the puppy he was cradling in his arms. “Yeah, uhh…” He bowed hurriedly, face somewhat blushed.
“Kyu, I’m going to drop by the vet for a while with Ryeowook for Ddaming’s check up. Will you be okay alone?” Yesung chirped, gazing sideways at the smaller-framed boy and the puppy somehow not unlike a proud father looking at his wife and baby. Kyuhyun chortled to himself slightly before clearing his throat and coming out of his room.
“Yeah, it’s just a flu bug. No dinner tonight?” he rubbed his nose expectantly with a pout, feeling his stomach growl despite his blocked nose.
He had wanted to work on his latest writing project for the past few hours; ideas sprouted in his mind wouldn’t leave him alone until he put them onto paper and text, but sneezing and coughing alternately into his writing pad wasn’t the best condition to work in. Bundled up in layers and layers of shirts and scarves Yesung had forced him into, he felt cold and hot at the same time which in his feverish mind wasn’t all that crazy.
He imagined how good it would to be to finally writing again without having to think about when he will be hearing strange noises again or letters to write in place of someone dead for over a year ago. It would’ve been his first time writing from own experience and also his first venture into dealing with a supernatural theme. He heaved a sigh. He would have to wait for the stupid flu to clear up first anyway.
“Aish, seems like you’re not too sick to be still thinking about your next meal. Are we in charge of your meals completely now?” Yesung lamented heartily, grabbing his bag.
“So are you proposing that patients should be starved in hospitals?” Kyuhyun said after rubbing nose, discarding yet another tissue ball into his pocket.
“I’ve prepared some kimchi fried rice for you. It’s in the kitchen.” Ryeowook supplied with a shy smile, scratching his head slightly. Kyuhyun broke into a grin smugly.
“Thanks, Ryeowook! You’re the best!” he cheered, planking onto the couch while stretching his arms over his head. “Wait a minute, you’re going out? What about your ankle?” Kyuhyun sputtered through a loud sneeze as he flipped back onto his back in surprise.
“It’s fine already. There’s Ryeowook with me anyway.” Yesung smiled somewhat sheepishly, the one beside him suddenly shifting all his attention to the dog in his arms, who although seemed tired, was wagging its tail swiftly.
“Okay then. Be back soon then.” He gave a little wave. “Or not.” He added cheekily as he watched Ryeowook give a little bow and then was ushered out by Yesung gently. “Bye Ddaming, be a good girl for your appa and umma.” Yesung turned back hastily; shooting him a sharp look and shaking a fist mockingly at him before closing the door behind him. Kyuhyun suppressed a chuckle under his breath.
And suddenly it was all quiet again.
Kyuhyun shuddered a little as he stared at his own ceiling; white plaster that was slightly peeling off and thin cracks that ran like a spider’s web came into his view. He tried to trace them with his fingers in midair.
Try as he might, but his tired mind just can’t help but wander back to the whole mysterious incident that was practically the only thing on his mind for the past few weeks, and counting.
Has his letter arrived in Jeollabuk-do safely in Eunri’s hands yet? Would she believe in what he wrote in the letter? Would Shindong approve of what he wrote to her? Was his wish finally realized now? Where was he now anyway? How come he could hear Shindong in the first place? How could that Heechul seem to be able to see him at all? And who was he, seriously? How come Kyuhyun could never see, but only hear?
Questions he knew he had no answers to filled his mind like buzzing bees in a hive. He heaved a big sigh before shaking his head and removed himself slackly from the sofa, slumping onto the floor. It just seemed like a really, really weird dream. Just a few weeks ago he was still disturbed by the strange noises and his bedroom window. Was it really the end now?
Well, there’s one other person who might know. Maybe I should just pop over and ask him? A voice in his mind whispered like it had thoughts on its own. He rolled his eyes to himself and snorted a laugh at himself, wheezing slightly.
Even if he did know about something, what are the chances of the haughty man telling him anything? Zero to none, seriously.
Something bubbled within him and Kyuhyun clutched at his own stomach. Outside the evening sun was barely visible behind thick white clouds, radiating in the orange skies. He tried steering away his thoughts from it.
Things seemed to be working out now for Yesung and that Ryeowook, although he wasn’t sure if there was really anything official going on between them. His hyung looked happy enough, if anything and he was glad about that. He knew how much Yesung was infatuated with the younger boy even though he never really said it out, but he didn’t need that to know. He smiled to himself, recounting his own efforts to get out of their way as much as possible for the past few days. They sure looked like a little private time between the two of them won’t hurt.
Another growl came from his middle despite him shivering at a slight. He decided that maybe it was time to go check out the kimchi fried rice that the youthful boy had prepared for him. Yesung clearly wasn’t the only glad one to have Ryeowook around. He lifted himself off the floor lazily with the help of the couch, whining inside about having dinner all alone. He was halfway through the archway that led into the kitchen before he heard the doorbell ring rapidly from his door.
Kyuhyun stopped in his tracks and frowned deeply. That troublesome and forgetful hyung of his must have forgotten either his wallet or the dog’s veterinarian card. Maybe he would have to charge him each time he forgets something. He twitched his nose slightly to stop a forthcoming sneeze.
“What is it you’ve forgotten-“Kyuhyun’s tongue felt like it was in a knot when he saw that it wasn’t Jongwoon standing in the open doorway.
Staring back at him with puffy red eyes, wind-teased hair and shaking slightly with a woollen gray scarf was a woman in her twenties -Kyuhyun’s own age wouldn’t be a far guess- clutching a medium-sized bag with a small slip of pink cloth caught in the zip and a bunch of papers crumpled in her grip. It didn’t take very long for Kyuhyun to realize who it was.
“Who are you? How did you know so much about us?” The woman’s unsteady and furious voice was slightly hoarse, from crying, Kyuhyun figured. He gulped awkwardly. “ Park Eunri? I-I’m Cho Kyuhyun and-“
“Who told you about us? Who told you about our relationship?” The girl, although owned a petite frame and pretty face, didn’t seem to hold back her anger and distress at that moment.
“Please, just hear me out. If you're still convinced to leave after that, I won't stop you. Come in first, Eunri-ssi…” he said in what he hoped was a reassuring tone, sneezing unexpectedly. She stared back at him, doubt filling her teary black, doe-like eyes. The girl looked like she was struggling internally with her own thoughts when Kyuhyun beckoned her in further, nodding earnestly. After what felt like eternity she gave a little nod, wiping her tear-stained cheek along the way.
Kyuhyun didn’t expect that she would come all the way here to Seoul from Jeollabuk-do after reading his letter. Perhaps she wanted a clearer explanation? But he did feel like he had owned it to her. On top of that, he had to admit she looked a little more distraught than anything else. But she could’ve just sent a letter back; why come all the way? Kyuhyun shrugged and opened the door a little wider, stumbling backwards as she fumbled in, nose pink from the cold wind outside.
Eunri looked around anxiously before finally settling down on the couch. Kyuhyun noticed how she took only a small part of her seat, placing her bag by the side of her legs on the floor. He heaved a sigh and scratched his head a little, dropping himself cautiously at the other end of the couch, wondering where to start.
He didn’t need to because the other spoke up first. “You’re one of them, aren’t you? How could you still play such a cruel joke on me? After so long…haven’t I suffered enough?” Eunri’s voice was still shaking, warm tears leaving her pale cheeks and leading to splashing drops onto the papers.
“I-it’s not a joke, Eunri-ssi. I know it sounds impossible,” Kyuhyun gave a nervous laugh. “Even ridiculous, but please believe me. Everything I wrote in the letter is true. I really heard Shindong-ssi’s voice. He told me about you. It was his last wish. He has forgiven you and all he wants is for you to forget the past and move on…”
Something must’ve snapped in the girl’s mind because her face suddenly contorted in disbelief and anger again.
“Forgiven me? You’re all still putting the blame on me, right? I know you all still do, but to say that it came from him is just too much. And you even took over his apartment! If you’ve really seen him then where is he? Where is he now?” She glanced around furiously, tears splashing down her front.
“H-he’s not here now, I think,” Kyuhyun strained his ears to filter out his own flustered voice and the girl’s sobs. Darn it, where was Shindong when he needed him to be there? And Heechul, that Heechul; if only he was here, he would be better at convincing her. Well, at least he’s actually seen the guy.
“You must be a really good friend of his to do this after so long. I’ve got to admit that among all his friends, you’re the most creative and cruel one. Writing such a letter and telling me lies. I’m so sick of them. I can’t believe I actually let myself have that miserly hope that you were telling the truth for once,” she spat, wiping the tear tracks on her face.
“I-I’m not- I don’t know Shindong-ssi when he was alive. I mean, I just only moved in here about a month ago. Please, I’m in no place to put any blame on anybody. I just want to fulfil his wish,” Kyuhyun stuttered as the girl stood up and grabbed her bag. He jolted up along in puzzlement.
“Eunri-ssi, please…I mean, I’m really telling the truth. He’s already forgiven you. He wouldn’t want to see you like this. Why are you still so angry?” he blurted out, quickening his steps after her.
The other stopped at the door abruptly, brushing her tear-stained face roughly; a broken smile somehow graced her lips. Kyuhyun never felt more baffled than before.
“There’s so much more that you don’t know.”
His ears perked up, narrowing his eyes at her.
“What do you mean?"
She drew in a deep breath and looked away. “I’ve kept this secret long enough.
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Chapter: [17/?]
Characters: Kyuhyun, Heechul, Yesung, Siwon, Donghae, other SJ members might join in soon
Pairings: Eventual!KyuChul, YeWook, past!HanChul, KyuSung_friendship, SiChul_friendship and more to come soon
Rating: R
Genre: AU, Supernatural, Drama, Angst, Romance
Type: Multi-Chapter (potentially the start of a series)
Word Count: 1,977
Warning: Character death, ghostly apparitions?
Disclaimer: I own many things, but unfortunately Super Junior isn't one of them.
Summary:
Kyuhyun had always loved to have a window by his bed where he could write by. However, as far as he was concerned, he has not written anything constructive for ages. Not since he could never look at the large glass window pane again and not feel the hairs stand at the back of his neck. Not since he begin to spend every waking moment in fear and every sleeping one restless. And definitely not since the indistinguishable eerie sounds visited him resoundingly by the moonlit window almost every night. Maybe he was listening to more than he can hear.
Masterlist
Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16
Chapter 17
“Ryeowook-ssi, you’re leaving already?”
Kyuhyun poked his head out from his room after a loud sneeze a few evenings later, peering down the hallway and into the living room where the younger boy and his apartment mate were fussing over the small dog. The former seemed to be a regular visitor at their place now recently.
Ryeowook, who had just stood up from the couch, nearly dropped the puppy he was cradling in his arms. “Yeah, uhh…” He bowed hurriedly, face somewhat blushed.
“Kyu, I’m going to drop by the vet for a while with Ryeowook for Ddaming’s check up. Will you be okay alone?” Yesung chirped, gazing sideways at the smaller-framed boy and the puppy somehow not unlike a proud father looking at his wife and baby. Kyuhyun chortled to himself slightly before clearing his throat and coming out of his room.
“Yeah, it’s just a flu bug. No dinner tonight?” he rubbed his nose expectantly with a pout, feeling his stomach growl despite his blocked nose.
He had wanted to work on his latest writing project for the past few hours; ideas sprouted in his mind wouldn’t leave him alone until he put them onto paper and text, but sneezing and coughing alternately into his writing pad wasn’t the best condition to work in. Bundled up in layers and layers of shirts and scarves Yesung had forced him into, he felt cold and hot at the same time which in his feverish mind wasn’t all that crazy.
He imagined how good it would to be to finally writing again without having to think about when he will be hearing strange noises again or letters to write in place of someone dead for over a year ago. It would’ve been his first time writing from own experience and also his first venture into dealing with a supernatural theme. He heaved a sigh. He would have to wait for the stupid flu to clear up first anyway.
“Aish, seems like you’re not too sick to be still thinking about your next meal. Are we in charge of your meals completely now?” Yesung lamented heartily, grabbing his bag.
“So are you proposing that patients should be starved in hospitals?” Kyuhyun said after rubbing nose, discarding yet another tissue ball into his pocket.
“I’ve prepared some kimchi fried rice for you. It’s in the kitchen.” Ryeowook supplied with a shy smile, scratching his head slightly. Kyuhyun broke into a grin smugly.
“Thanks, Ryeowook! You’re the best!” he cheered, planking onto the couch while stretching his arms over his head. “Wait a minute, you’re going out? What about your ankle?” Kyuhyun sputtered through a loud sneeze as he flipped back onto his back in surprise.
“It’s fine already. There’s Ryeowook with me anyway.” Yesung smiled somewhat sheepishly, the one beside him suddenly shifting all his attention to the dog in his arms, who although seemed tired, was wagging its tail swiftly.
“Okay then. Be back soon then.” He gave a little wave. “Or not.” He added cheekily as he watched Ryeowook give a little bow and then was ushered out by Yesung gently. “Bye Ddaming, be a good girl for your appa and umma.” Yesung turned back hastily; shooting him a sharp look and shaking a fist mockingly at him before closing the door behind him. Kyuhyun suppressed a chuckle under his breath.
And suddenly it was all quiet again.
Kyuhyun shuddered a little as he stared at his own ceiling; white plaster that was slightly peeling off and thin cracks that ran like a spider’s web came into his view. He tried to trace them with his fingers in midair.
Try as he might, but his tired mind just can’t help but wander back to the whole mysterious incident that was practically the only thing on his mind for the past few weeks, and counting.
Has his letter arrived in Jeollabuk-do safely in Eunri’s hands yet? Would she believe in what he wrote in the letter? Would Shindong approve of what he wrote to her? Was his wish finally realized now? Where was he now anyway? How come he could hear Shindong in the first place? How could that Heechul seem to be able to see him at all? And who was he, seriously? How come Kyuhyun could never see, but only hear?
Questions he knew he had no answers to filled his mind like buzzing bees in a hive. He heaved a big sigh before shaking his head and removed himself slackly from the sofa, slumping onto the floor. It just seemed like a really, really weird dream. Just a few weeks ago he was still disturbed by the strange noises and his bedroom window. Was it really the end now?
Well, there’s one other person who might know. Maybe I should just pop over and ask him? A voice in his mind whispered like it had thoughts on its own. He rolled his eyes to himself and snorted a laugh at himself, wheezing slightly.
Even if he did know about something, what are the chances of the haughty man telling him anything? Zero to none, seriously.
Something bubbled within him and Kyuhyun clutched at his own stomach. Outside the evening sun was barely visible behind thick white clouds, radiating in the orange skies. He tried steering away his thoughts from it.
Things seemed to be working out now for Yesung and that Ryeowook, although he wasn’t sure if there was really anything official going on between them. His hyung looked happy enough, if anything and he was glad about that. He knew how much Yesung was infatuated with the younger boy even though he never really said it out, but he didn’t need that to know. He smiled to himself, recounting his own efforts to get out of their way as much as possible for the past few days. They sure looked like a little private time between the two of them won’t hurt.
Another growl came from his middle despite him shivering at a slight. He decided that maybe it was time to go check out the kimchi fried rice that the youthful boy had prepared for him. Yesung clearly wasn’t the only glad one to have Ryeowook around. He lifted himself off the floor lazily with the help of the couch, whining inside about having dinner all alone. He was halfway through the archway that led into the kitchen before he heard the doorbell ring rapidly from his door.
Kyuhyun stopped in his tracks and frowned deeply. That troublesome and forgetful hyung of his must have forgotten either his wallet or the dog’s veterinarian card. Maybe he would have to charge him each time he forgets something. He twitched his nose slightly to stop a forthcoming sneeze.
“What is it you’ve forgotten-“Kyuhyun’s tongue felt like it was in a knot when he saw that it wasn’t Jongwoon standing in the open doorway.
Staring back at him with puffy red eyes, wind-teased hair and shaking slightly with a woollen gray scarf was a woman in her twenties -Kyuhyun’s own age wouldn’t be a far guess- clutching a medium-sized bag with a small slip of pink cloth caught in the zip and a bunch of papers crumpled in her grip. It didn’t take very long for Kyuhyun to realize who it was.
“Who are you? How did you know so much about us?” The woman’s unsteady and furious voice was slightly hoarse, from crying, Kyuhyun figured. He gulped awkwardly. “ Park Eunri? I-I’m Cho Kyuhyun and-“
“Who told you about us? Who told you about our relationship?” The girl, although owned a petite frame and pretty face, didn’t seem to hold back her anger and distress at that moment.
“Please, just hear me out. If you're still convinced to leave after that, I won't stop you. Come in first, Eunri-ssi…” he said in what he hoped was a reassuring tone, sneezing unexpectedly. She stared back at him, doubt filling her teary black, doe-like eyes. The girl looked like she was struggling internally with her own thoughts when Kyuhyun beckoned her in further, nodding earnestly. After what felt like eternity she gave a little nod, wiping her tear-stained cheek along the way.
Kyuhyun didn’t expect that she would come all the way here to Seoul from Jeollabuk-do after reading his letter. Perhaps she wanted a clearer explanation? But he did feel like he had owned it to her. On top of that, he had to admit she looked a little more distraught than anything else. But she could’ve just sent a letter back; why come all the way? Kyuhyun shrugged and opened the door a little wider, stumbling backwards as she fumbled in, nose pink from the cold wind outside.
Eunri looked around anxiously before finally settling down on the couch. Kyuhyun noticed how she took only a small part of her seat, placing her bag by the side of her legs on the floor. He heaved a sigh and scratched his head a little, dropping himself cautiously at the other end of the couch, wondering where to start.
He didn’t need to because the other spoke up first. “You’re one of them, aren’t you? How could you still play such a cruel joke on me? After so long…haven’t I suffered enough?” Eunri’s voice was still shaking, warm tears leaving her pale cheeks and leading to splashing drops onto the papers.
“I-it’s not a joke, Eunri-ssi. I know it sounds impossible,” Kyuhyun gave a nervous laugh. “Even ridiculous, but please believe me. Everything I wrote in the letter is true. I really heard Shindong-ssi’s voice. He told me about you. It was his last wish. He has forgiven you and all he wants is for you to forget the past and move on…”
Something must’ve snapped in the girl’s mind because her face suddenly contorted in disbelief and anger again.
“Forgiven me? You’re all still putting the blame on me, right? I know you all still do, but to say that it came from him is just too much. And you even took over his apartment! If you’ve really seen him then where is he? Where is he now?” She glanced around furiously, tears splashing down her front.
“H-he’s not here now, I think,” Kyuhyun strained his ears to filter out his own flustered voice and the girl’s sobs. Darn it, where was Shindong when he needed him to be there? And Heechul, that Heechul; if only he was here, he would be better at convincing her. Well, at least he’s actually seen the guy.
“You must be a really good friend of his to do this after so long. I’ve got to admit that among all his friends, you’re the most creative and cruel one. Writing such a letter and telling me lies. I’m so sick of them. I can’t believe I actually let myself have that miserly hope that you were telling the truth for once,” she spat, wiping the tear tracks on her face.
“I-I’m not- I don’t know Shindong-ssi when he was alive. I mean, I just only moved in here about a month ago. Please, I’m in no place to put any blame on anybody. I just want to fulfil his wish,” Kyuhyun stuttered as the girl stood up and grabbed her bag. He jolted up along in puzzlement.
“Eunri-ssi, please…I mean, I’m really telling the truth. He’s already forgiven you. He wouldn’t want to see you like this. Why are you still so angry?” he blurted out, quickening his steps after her.
The other stopped at the door abruptly, brushing her tear-stained face roughly; a broken smile somehow graced her lips. Kyuhyun never felt more baffled than before.
“There’s so much more that you don’t know.”
His ears perked up, narrowing his eyes at her.
“What do you mean?"
She drew in a deep breath and looked away. “I’ve kept this secret long enough.
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