Forgotten is not Forever [Have It Your Way - Fic #4]
-sighs- Well I think I nearly forgot that this existed, mostly because I got caught up in writting my other things. Tonight I was bored so I dug it up again wrote the next one! Please enjoy and let me know what you think. The request post is still technically open, so you can leave me a request if you would like. I don't know how long it will take me to get to them but feel free to leave them.
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This one is for an anonymous request, so if it was you here it is!
Prompt: With twelve other members it's hard to keep track of them all but he had to admit being forgotten hurt, a lot. ( especially since its pouring, he doesn't have a sweater and the SM building is quite the far walk)he starts walking clutching his violin case.
Forgotten is not Forever
It wasn’t as if it was the first time something like this had happened. Naturally with fifteen members, even if he and Zhou mi were still not considered members by some, it would be difficult to remember everyone all the time. He understood how easy it was to simply think that one of them was in the other van. Now that some of the members were used to driving themselves to and from the SME building, it was even harder to keep track of who was where. So Henry couldn’t blame them for forgetting him, not really.
The problem was he couldn’t contact them either. His cell phone had died roughly a half hour ago, taking away that option. The SME building was locked tightly, since it was well after midnight. A search of his pockets had turned up absolutely no money, so even if he could find a bus running at this hour he would be unable to take it. This left him with his only option: walking.
Henry clutched his violin case closer to his chest and pulled the ball cap on his head down to hide his eyes. At least he had that to help hide his face from anyone that might be out and about at this hour. His thin T-shirt wouldn’t provide him much warmth, but he figured that he could simply jog and produce body heat. Since it was a bit of a distance from his workplace to the dorm he was staying at with the other members, he took a deep breath and started off at a light jog.
He wasn’t loved any less, he told himself as his footsteps echoed heavily off the pavement. The members cared about him, that much he was certain of, it only seemed as though they didn’t. He kept telling himself over and over that he belonged here, in this strange country with a strange language that had never been his home. He had to keep telling himself that, or else he might have forgotten. It may have been a bit easier if one of the members had spoken English, not that several of them didn’t try hard.
He was glad, as he ran, that it wasn’t cold enough for him to see the puffs of air that he expelled. It would have been just too depressing if he had lost feeling in his nose and fingers at the same time as being forgotten. The more he thought about being left behind, the worse he began to feel.
’No it’s not bad,’ he told himself sternly. ’I was needing more exercise anyway. This will help.’ Henry decided that was an excellent state of mind to be in and he chanted it to himself for the next few minutes.
After he had jogged a few blocks he slowed to a walk, panting lightly. He had followed the path that they normally took home in part because he was hoping that someone would come looking for him, but mostly because it was the only way home that he was sure of. Someone would come. He knew they would realize he was missing and come. It wasn’t like he had been forgotten on purpose.
Perhaps singing something would make the journey a bit easier. He picked one of his favorite English songs and began singing softly. The third word of the second verse was accented by a big wet drop of water falling onto the bare skin of his arm. Henry stopped singing abruptly and looked up towards the sky. Another large drop of water hit him on the nose and he frowned. He narrowed his eyes, as if glaring at the darkness above him would persuade it to stop leaking. In response he was hit with a fourth drop and a fifth. Then, as if someone had just poked a hole in the bottom of the cloud, it began to pour.
He shifted his glare to the pavement and pulled his hat on tighter. At least his violin case was water proof, so if nothing else, his instrument would be dry when he got them to safety. He picked up his pace again and began jogging with his head down; as if that alone would allow him to out run the raindrops and stay dry.
Three minutes later he was completely soaked. Water was running off his hat as if it was a little roof all on its own. Even his socks, safe in his shoes, felt like they were soaked. Henry dropped out of his jog to a walk. Running hadn’t been doing anything for him except for tiring him out anyway.
If he had thought he was miserable a few minutes ago, he knew he was even worse now. Here he was, barely and adult, walking alone on a dark, wet night all because he had been forgotten. He was practically lost in a country where half the fans didn’t want him to ever appear and the other half were somewhat accepting, but both halves were forced to put up with his presence. Worse he had trouble keeping up with Korean and was barely able to read and comprehend the signs around him.
He glanced up to look at the name of the road he was on and realized that he didn’t have any clue where he was. His eyes widened as he scanned the area to try and find something familiar, but in the darkness and pouring rain he saw nothing. Now was he not only forgotten and wet, he was also very likely lost.
Henry released a groan of frustration. He was tempted to sit on the ground and have himself a good long cry. After everything he had been through, he certainly felt he deserved one. That, however, would be highly counterproductive and a really bad idea at, he checked his watch, 1:14 in the morning. At least his watch still worked. That was one thing to be positive about.
He turned and walked back the way he had come hoping that he would be able to find his way back to something familiar. As he moved he tried to think of other positive things since he was about two minutes from developing some rather unpleasant feelings concerning his hyungs. His legs were working fine, at least for the moment. That was something to be glad for.
A car pulled up to the curb and Henry’s eyes widened. He wondered briefly if his life should be flashing before his eyes when the window rolled down revealing Heechul. “What are you doing out here?! It’s dark and pouring rain and you decide to go wandering around!?” he scolded.
Henry thought of a thousand things he could have said and he had nearly selected which one he wanted when Heechul spoke again. “What are you doing just standing out there? Get in the car!”
Heechul waited until Henry had shuffled around and climbed in the passenger seat before rolling up his window. Once Henry had climbed in the vehicle, Heechul cranked the heat on high and pulled out his phone. He hit a few buttons and held the device to his year. “I found him. We are going to head home. He’s soaked,” Heechul paused for a moment. “Yes. Yes. We’ll see you in a bit.” He flipped the phone closed and tucked it back into his pocket before glancing at Henry.
“You can put your violin in the back, and put your seatbelt on,” he said shortly. Once Henry had done as he was told, Heechul shifted the car into drive and began to pull away from the curve. “What exactly were you doing wandering around like that? Why didn’t you just call?”
“My phone died,” Henry said quietly. He pulled off the hat that had once kept his head slightly shielded but now was just dripping water onto his lap.
Heechul grunted. “If you ruin my seats you are paying to fix them,” he said gruffly before turning his attention back onto the road.
When they arrived Leeteuk was waiting for him at the door. His violin was taken from him and he was immediately stripped and toweled off. Once he was dressed in dry pajamas and settled on the couch with a warm cup of tea, several of the members gathered around him apologizing.
Heechul had thrown his keys on the table and ordered Eunhyuk and Donghae out to dry his car. A few minutes after they had returned, Siwon and Kangin, who had been out with their own cars searching, had returned as well. Kangin had been carrying several boxes of pizza, the providers of which he refused to reveal. Their manager had apologized so many times in the last five minutes that Henry decided that he should really have collected money for each one. If he had, he would have been rich.
He had been wrapped in a blanket and then tucked under Hankyung’s arm in an effort to warm himself. The rest of the members had given up apologizing in favor of attacking the pizza. Siwon moved over to him, taking his other side and sandwiching him firmly between two warm bodies before offering him and Hankyung both pizza.
“Heechul isn’t mad at you,” Hankyung told him quietly in Mandarin. “He was just really upset and worried over everyone forgetting you.”
“I know,” Henry responded. He leaned back into the couch and the comfort of the men around him. His eyes began to droop as he took a sip of his tea and fought to stay awake long enough to make it to his room. Despite all of his efforts he found it harder and harder to stay awake. He felt someone pull the cup of tea from his hands, something that he was rather thankful for since he had only just gotten dry.
All in all things had turned out fairly well as far as he could tell. He had only really been left alone for just under a half hour and though he had gotten soaked, at least it hadn’t been too cold. Add to that the idea that several of the members had been looking for him and everyone had been worried, made him feel pretty warm inside. Just in case, he mentally apologized for anything nasty he may have thought about his hyungs.
As he relaxed between two of his closest friends he thought maybe, just maybe he would have to rethink one of his earlier thoughts. Maybe this place could become like home. A small smile spread across his face and he let himself drift to sleep, lulled by the murmur of their voices.
Request Post
This one is for an anonymous request, so if it was you here it is!
Prompt: With twelve other members it's hard to keep track of them all but he had to admit being forgotten hurt, a lot. ( especially since its pouring, he doesn't have a sweater and the SM building is quite the far walk)he starts walking clutching his violin case.
Forgotten is not Forever
It wasn’t as if it was the first time something like this had happened. Naturally with fifteen members, even if he and Zhou mi were still not considered members by some, it would be difficult to remember everyone all the time. He understood how easy it was to simply think that one of them was in the other van. Now that some of the members were used to driving themselves to and from the SME building, it was even harder to keep track of who was where. So Henry couldn’t blame them for forgetting him, not really.
The problem was he couldn’t contact them either. His cell phone had died roughly a half hour ago, taking away that option. The SME building was locked tightly, since it was well after midnight. A search of his pockets had turned up absolutely no money, so even if he could find a bus running at this hour he would be unable to take it. This left him with his only option: walking.
Henry clutched his violin case closer to his chest and pulled the ball cap on his head down to hide his eyes. At least he had that to help hide his face from anyone that might be out and about at this hour. His thin T-shirt wouldn’t provide him much warmth, but he figured that he could simply jog and produce body heat. Since it was a bit of a distance from his workplace to the dorm he was staying at with the other members, he took a deep breath and started off at a light jog.
He wasn’t loved any less, he told himself as his footsteps echoed heavily off the pavement. The members cared about him, that much he was certain of, it only seemed as though they didn’t. He kept telling himself over and over that he belonged here, in this strange country with a strange language that had never been his home. He had to keep telling himself that, or else he might have forgotten. It may have been a bit easier if one of the members had spoken English, not that several of them didn’t try hard.
He was glad, as he ran, that it wasn’t cold enough for him to see the puffs of air that he expelled. It would have been just too depressing if he had lost feeling in his nose and fingers at the same time as being forgotten. The more he thought about being left behind, the worse he began to feel.
’No it’s not bad,’ he told himself sternly. ’I was needing more exercise anyway. This will help.’ Henry decided that was an excellent state of mind to be in and he chanted it to himself for the next few minutes.
After he had jogged a few blocks he slowed to a walk, panting lightly. He had followed the path that they normally took home in part because he was hoping that someone would come looking for him, but mostly because it was the only way home that he was sure of. Someone would come. He knew they would realize he was missing and come. It wasn’t like he had been forgotten on purpose.
Perhaps singing something would make the journey a bit easier. He picked one of his favorite English songs and began singing softly. The third word of the second verse was accented by a big wet drop of water falling onto the bare skin of his arm. Henry stopped singing abruptly and looked up towards the sky. Another large drop of water hit him on the nose and he frowned. He narrowed his eyes, as if glaring at the darkness above him would persuade it to stop leaking. In response he was hit with a fourth drop and a fifth. Then, as if someone had just poked a hole in the bottom of the cloud, it began to pour.
He shifted his glare to the pavement and pulled his hat on tighter. At least his violin case was water proof, so if nothing else, his instrument would be dry when he got them to safety. He picked up his pace again and began jogging with his head down; as if that alone would allow him to out run the raindrops and stay dry.
Three minutes later he was completely soaked. Water was running off his hat as if it was a little roof all on its own. Even his socks, safe in his shoes, felt like they were soaked. Henry dropped out of his jog to a walk. Running hadn’t been doing anything for him except for tiring him out anyway.
If he had thought he was miserable a few minutes ago, he knew he was even worse now. Here he was, barely and adult, walking alone on a dark, wet night all because he had been forgotten. He was practically lost in a country where half the fans didn’t want him to ever appear and the other half were somewhat accepting, but both halves were forced to put up with his presence. Worse he had trouble keeping up with Korean and was barely able to read and comprehend the signs around him.
He glanced up to look at the name of the road he was on and realized that he didn’t have any clue where he was. His eyes widened as he scanned the area to try and find something familiar, but in the darkness and pouring rain he saw nothing. Now was he not only forgotten and wet, he was also very likely lost.
Henry released a groan of frustration. He was tempted to sit on the ground and have himself a good long cry. After everything he had been through, he certainly felt he deserved one. That, however, would be highly counterproductive and a really bad idea at, he checked his watch, 1:14 in the morning. At least his watch still worked. That was one thing to be positive about.
He turned and walked back the way he had come hoping that he would be able to find his way back to something familiar. As he moved he tried to think of other positive things since he was about two minutes from developing some rather unpleasant feelings concerning his hyungs. His legs were working fine, at least for the moment. That was something to be glad for.
A car pulled up to the curb and Henry’s eyes widened. He wondered briefly if his life should be flashing before his eyes when the window rolled down revealing Heechul. “What are you doing out here?! It’s dark and pouring rain and you decide to go wandering around!?” he scolded.
Henry thought of a thousand things he could have said and he had nearly selected which one he wanted when Heechul spoke again. “What are you doing just standing out there? Get in the car!”
Heechul waited until Henry had shuffled around and climbed in the passenger seat before rolling up his window. Once Henry had climbed in the vehicle, Heechul cranked the heat on high and pulled out his phone. He hit a few buttons and held the device to his year. “I found him. We are going to head home. He’s soaked,” Heechul paused for a moment. “Yes. Yes. We’ll see you in a bit.” He flipped the phone closed and tucked it back into his pocket before glancing at Henry.
“You can put your violin in the back, and put your seatbelt on,” he said shortly. Once Henry had done as he was told, Heechul shifted the car into drive and began to pull away from the curve. “What exactly were you doing wandering around like that? Why didn’t you just call?”
“My phone died,” Henry said quietly. He pulled off the hat that had once kept his head slightly shielded but now was just dripping water onto his lap.
Heechul grunted. “If you ruin my seats you are paying to fix them,” he said gruffly before turning his attention back onto the road.
When they arrived Leeteuk was waiting for him at the door. His violin was taken from him and he was immediately stripped and toweled off. Once he was dressed in dry pajamas and settled on the couch with a warm cup of tea, several of the members gathered around him apologizing.
Heechul had thrown his keys on the table and ordered Eunhyuk and Donghae out to dry his car. A few minutes after they had returned, Siwon and Kangin, who had been out with their own cars searching, had returned as well. Kangin had been carrying several boxes of pizza, the providers of which he refused to reveal. Their manager had apologized so many times in the last five minutes that Henry decided that he should really have collected money for each one. If he had, he would have been rich.
He had been wrapped in a blanket and then tucked under Hankyung’s arm in an effort to warm himself. The rest of the members had given up apologizing in favor of attacking the pizza. Siwon moved over to him, taking his other side and sandwiching him firmly between two warm bodies before offering him and Hankyung both pizza.
“Heechul isn’t mad at you,” Hankyung told him quietly in Mandarin. “He was just really upset and worried over everyone forgetting you.”
“I know,” Henry responded. He leaned back into the couch and the comfort of the men around him. His eyes began to droop as he took a sip of his tea and fought to stay awake long enough to make it to his room. Despite all of his efforts he found it harder and harder to stay awake. He felt someone pull the cup of tea from his hands, something that he was rather thankful for since he had only just gotten dry.
All in all things had turned out fairly well as far as he could tell. He had only really been left alone for just under a half hour and though he had gotten soaked, at least it hadn’t been too cold. Add to that the idea that several of the members had been looking for him and everyone had been worried, made him feel pretty warm inside. Just in case, he mentally apologized for anything nasty he may have thought about his hyungs.
As he relaxed between two of his closest friends he thought maybe, just maybe he would have to rethink one of his earlier thoughts. Maybe this place could become like home. A small smile spread across his face and he let himself drift to sleep, lulled by the murmur of their voices.