Title: Aliens
Starring: Ryeowook, Kyuhyun (KyuWook), Sungmin
Rating: G
Genre: Friendship
Warnings: None
Words: 1,219
A/N:
Part of the 100 Super Junior Fics Challenge - 051. Aliens, Ryeowook/Kyuhyun
Do you know how sometimes it seems as if the wind is whispering or singing? The faintest of sounds rush by your ear, making you wonder, was it real or not?
Well, that is me. Am I real? Or am I not?
I can see myself in the mirror's reflection, therefore I exist. But then why cannot nobody else see me?
I can feel the coldness of metal or ice, the heat of fire and human skin, therefore I exist. But then why cannot nobody else touch me or feel me?
At night I trace your cheek with the tip of my fingers, holding my breath when I see your stir. Did I wake you? Ah, it does not matter, you cannot see me anyways. Even when you open your eyes, blinking the drowsy feeling away to search for the source that pulled you from your slumber, you will look right through me. Staring at nothing and deciding that, indeed, it was nothing.
Am I nothing?
I figured that if I can feel and touch, I can move and replace.
You are not getting forgetful, Ryeowook, it is me who has been hiding your Winnie the Pooh wallet in the most illogical places. You need a new one, one less.. childish. You are a grown man, yet I love your immature and naïve nature and so I play games with you even though you do not notice. I love playing games, we have that shared interest, kind of.
What are you cooking this time? Hmm, it smells delicious. Is that cinnamon? Baking another cake, are you not? Do not be surprised to find a piece of it missing. You are not a glutton, I just cannot resist my cravings. It is your own fault though, do not bake such scrumptious things. Can I even eat? I have no idea, but I savour the taste of your cookings on my tongue and do not think about where the food will end up. If you find your toilet paper missing, that is not me for once. I do not use the toilet.
Ah, you are finally on to me, are you not? Yes, very clever. There is indeed something in your house. Will you ever guess it is me? Hmm, should I drop you some hints?
You have got to be kidding me. A Ouija board? You are practically asking me to toy with you, you know that? Fine, have it your way, this will be fun. I will give you a little fright, your friend too. You really should not spend time with him that often. He smells funny, is he really not a girl in disguise?
"I-Is there someone with us?", Ryeowook you are stuttering already. Are you sure you want me to answer?
"Oh my God.. Oh oh oh oh! It's moving!", gosh your friend is so observant, yes I am moving the planchette.
"Yes", now you know am I here. What will you ask next? What do I want? What am I? Who am I? Am I going to hurt you? What will it take for me to leave?
"Are you lonely?"
"Wookie, it's not moving"
"It was moving before, or was it you?! I swear Sungminnie don't play games with me"
"N-No! It wasn't me, there is someone with us. Try asking again"
"Ah.. Excuse me, a-are you lonely…?"
"It's mo- .. S-O-M-E-T-I-M-E-S..? Sometimes?"
„Aren't you going to ask this thing to leave you alone?"
"It's not like it bothers me, I am just a little scared. What if it hurts me?"
"Let me do the asking from now on, okay? Um, hello? Are you a ghost?"
No.
"Ah, what are you then?"
You do not have to know, you are not supposed to know.
"A-L-I-E-N..? A-Alien?! Wookie, we have contact with a real alien!"
Oh please, humans. So easily fooled, it is quite sad. Enough questions. You. Friend of Ryeowook. Leave.
"It's not answering any other questions.. What do we do now, Sungmin-hyung?"
"I think we got disconnected somehow, let's stop. Want me to stay over?"
No.
"Yes, please"
Tch.
It is not very kind, Ryeowook. I am here to keep you company, you do not need him. Send him home! How am I supposed to play with you when he is around? He will ruin everything, we cannot have fun with him around. Fine, I will stare at him until he leaves then, let my glaring eyes make him realize I have never left and let it make him squirm and toss and turn in your bed. I am a spooky alien, feel my gaze, meddlesome human.
Bye, it was nice to meet you. Now stay away forever.
It was about time you waved him off. It bothers me he never told you how he kept glancing at all the shadows in your room while you slept silently. Oh yes, he probably will not stay over any time soon. Do not worry, he does not hate you. Who needs him anyway? You have me. I am always here, I will look after you.
You and me. I have watched you grow up, I grew up with you, but you do not remember, do you? If only you would dig deeper in that closet of yours, find that brown shoe box. Look inside and let your eyes scan over the drawings and old journal entries. You will find me there. You will realize I am not an alien of any kind.
I have a name, therefore I exist. You do not remember, do you? The name you gave me all those years ago. I will make you remember, even if it means I have to mutter it in your ear as you sleep. I will once again caress your cheek and lay beside you on the bed where I belong, not that friend of yours. My name, everything I am from the way I look to what my voice sounds like, of course I grew so I might be a bit different, but I am still like I was when you were little and when you made me. If only you would remember.
Remember me, Ryeowook.
Remember Kyuhyun. Just repeat after me.
"K.. Kyuhyu.. ngh, Kyuhyun.."
I knew you could do it. Do not ever forget me, Ryeowook. You made me who I am, you know I would never leave you, is that not how you wanted me to be? A friend who would never leave your side? A friend like no other, someone you could have for yourself.
I am your friend. Only yours therefore others cannot see me.
"Hello", do you remember me now that you cannot only hear me, but see me again as well?
No need to look so scared, Ryeowook. I am not a burglar, you are so silly at times. Ah, you recognize my smirk? Yes, I can see it in your eyes, you know me, you know this smirk, these mischievous twinkling eyes.
"Wookie~"
Ouch, gosh. No need to hug me that tightly. I never left you know, you just stopped believing. I am happy, you are still as imaginative and creative as you always were. It is a thing you must cherish always, you must always cherish me.
If you cherish me, I exist.
I am real.