Happily Never After
Title:Happily Never After
Pairings: Haehyuk
Part: 1/1
Rating: R
Genre: Angst,Romance, Psychological AU
Summary: We had grown up watching and reading. fairy tales.We were raised to believe in happy ever afters.But as we grow older, we come face to face with these villains. And along the way we meet our prince and princesses. We fall into this magical world of love, we take steps, we travel on roads with golden pavements. We fight our own dragons, defeat all the wicked witch. But at one point in your life. You would end up asking. Does fairy tales really exist?Or are they just fabricated lies made to make this make believe world as perfect as it can be. When in reality, we should get used at the fact that Humans are meant to suffer.Happily Never After. . . .
A/N : This is my deepest darkest self telling you a story. Any similarity to any other story is purely incidental. The charters are not mine. They own themselves. Only the plot and all the typographical and grammatical errors are. :)
The Tragic Ending of a Fairy Tale
I was trying to remember something romantic that you have done for me. But sadly, my brain had to turn into a total wreck before I have come across this certain memory of you asking me to stay with you. The way you said it me was not really the type you see on those cheesy chic flicks but it was the closest thing to what normal people could label as romantic.
But I forgot, we don't belong to the word "normal" right?
Or was it just me?
We kiss, we cuddle, hell we even fucked, but there's nothing more to it right?
I should have kept that in mind. I promise I really did. It’s just that sometimes I get carried away. I got blinded; I tend to forget my rightful place in your life.
You have always been nice, the greatest friend that I could ever have. And the greatest lover that I could never have
I shouldn't have tried to cross the line.
I should have been contented.
But you can't really blame me you know. I am human. And humans are weak. We tend to make ourselves believe in happy endings, when in reality there is no such thing, for happy endings belong to prince and princesses in a crappy Disney movie that should not be advised to be shown to little children because it will eventually leave them broken when they grow up after realizing that the made up reality that they had lived up is not really the reality that they wanted.
When we're young being foolish is acceptable, but as we grow old being foolish equates to being stupid, and it is just so cruel that being with you, falling for you, brings out the child in me. I've been foolish and momentarily forget that I am a grown up man, and I exist in a world where grown ups are supposed to be rational. Grown ups must follow the norms of the society, the norms that dictates what is good and what is right. What is acceptable and what is not.
But what can I do, love takes out all the rational thoughts in me and I end up all gooey, a mere puppet of emotions. Emotions that should have been void from every man because it never did any good to anyone, or more specifically to me.
When you asked me to live with you, it ignited a spark, a flicker of hope, a one big step to my happy ending.
We moved in together after graduation, we spent our lives living the freedom that we finally had. Living with no supervision, no one to nag you on what to eat and on what to wear. On what time you should go home and what time you should sleep.
We had break free and so does my love for you.
Friendship that's what we have. We have been friends ever since. And being friends is what we only are, But not for me.
We were 16 when I have seen you in a different light. You were sweating under the Sun, running around the field baseball bat at tow. You were waving at me, with your brightest smile, your gums peaking out of your pink luscious lips, those lips that I suddenly had the urge to taste if they were as sweet as your favorite strawberry, and it was then that I realized, that to me you are more than just a friend.
Realization hit me hard along with the rapid thumping of my heart, skipping its natural rhythm, as your body crushed to mine with the tightest hug you could ever give and I was in daze with you jumping up and down with the sweet scent of your sweat and your strong arms around my waste.
You are special.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Recollections.
It’s been too long.
And I barely have recollections of you. I don't even know if you really did happen, if you really became a part of my life or just a mere product of my imagination. You were so perfect.
I don't know what to feel, and it has been so long since I have felt anything.
I was starting to doubt my memories of you. Do yet have a black or brown eyes. Did you had your hair dyed at graduation or did you kept it black or simple.
I was starting to forget.
Or so I thought.
Life is cruel.
And so does the theory that man tends to suffer.
And as I ponder on that. Does that mean a lot?
I thought I had enough. Why do you have to show up now? When I barely remember how enchanting those sweet smile of yours. When I nearly forget how melodious your voice are to my ears.
How those butterfly felt in my stomach and how painful it was, as my heart was clenched by your invisible hands that still holds it.
That glint of familiarity makes it worst. I would have thrown up right then and there, when you approached me like there has been no awful past between us. Or maybe the awful past has just been on me. Aah! What a pity.
"Hey!" that was the first word that you said after all these years.
It was short, it was simple. And yet it was painful.
They were like sharp knives, peeling off shards in my heart, and with that heavy weight on my stomach makes me want to puke at the sudden turn around.
They were like strips of films flashing right in front of me.
With you and that girl humping up and down on your lap over that same couch where I have given myself to you.
Where I have surrendered my heart and soul to you.
It was just so cruel that you have to moan out her name, grunting in every sway of her hips as you shamelessly looked at me with those lust filled eyes.
It was painful. Words that has been said is better than what is not.
And with those eyes, I could clearly see those words that those lips of yours couldn't utter. For you are too busy moaning her name and nibbling her skin as she brought you to the zenith.
You don't need me.
You don't want me.
And I regret that moment that I have confessed my never dying love for you.
I was willing to give you everything. And you don't even have to ask for it.
For your eyes had said enough.
You had that much control on me.
And you still do.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
We were inside the comforts of my apartment where I was supposed to serve you tea.
Where we were supposed to do our “catching up”.
But you have a different definition of the word catching up as you latch yourself into mine.
Your lips are still sweet, and I was on a momentary bliss as a realization suddenly hit me.
And it makes me want to cry, this time not because of pain but because of the overwhelming happiness that your taste brought me.
You were sober, and this is the first time that you kissed me without being intoxicated by alcohol.
"Hae, p-please" you whispered and I could feel your breath ghosting over my thin closed lips. Your voice filled with longing, with need.
And it is all it that takes for me to give in. I have always been yours remember?
This is the happiest moment of my life.
9 years of loving you. 9 years of belonging to only you.
As you once again claimed me, but unlike the first time you were full aware that it was me that you were doing it with.
We were making love. And as we dance under the darkness of the sky, even the moon and the stars had decided to leave us alone tonight. With you moaning my name and me moaning yours as the rhythm goes faster.
Take me!
Take me!
Take all of me Hyukjae!
I am yours!
I will forever be yours and yours alone.
Beats has gone faster, blinding, deafening, heart ceasing.
It was just to much!
But you shouting you love me as you laced you fingers with mine with that metal band on the fourth finger of your right touching my burning skin, concluded a thought that has been at the back of my mind.
My mind that has been crazy in love with you.
It was my turn to claim what's mine. To take what I have given.
Because I was yours. It is rightful and just that you should be mine.
Right?
And as you sleep soundly in my bed. The moon decided to peek out of the clouds, making your skin glisten under its light.
You were lying on your back.
Your lower half covered by my scarlet red duvet.
As I stare at your handsome face.
"Lee Hyukjae saranghae."
I laid myself on your chest as I draped my arms over your cold clammy skin.
I will hug you to keep you warm.
For my love was enough for the both of us.
I have loved you first.
And I don't need words to prove that you do love me too.
The beating of your heart is more than enough.
For now your heart belongs to me.
It will beat for me and me alone.
I will keep it forever.
I will take care of it.
This is like a fairy tale.
You being Snow White, and me being the Huntsman.
And this is our happy ever after.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hey Hyung! What's our case for today?"
The older was startled at the voice of his partner right behind him.
He placed the notebook that he has been reading taking off the gloves on his right hand as he passed a photograph to the other.
"Lee Donghae, 25 years old, a manager of a bar along Hyongdae found dead in his house with a knife on his left chest right thru his heart."
Kyuhyun stared intently at the picture.
It was a man in bed, blood all over his body along with the body of another man. It seems like the Donghae guy was hugging the other man before he has been devoid of his strength, the man's head placed in front of the Donghae guys stabbed chest.
"who was the other man Hyung."
"That's lee Hyukjae 26, a dance instructor, married, Chest opened, his Organ has been taken out."
Kyuhyun grimaced as he looks closely at the details in the picture.
At the Bed’s side table different tools are in there. Empty Syringes, and At the left hand of the first man is a an organ.
A heart to be exact as he looked at his Hyung , horrified.
Jongwoon could only pass the notebook that he was previously reading to the younger.
"It was clearly a Crime of Passion"
~~~~~~~~~~~~
And there goes the tragic ending of a man whom society cannot accept and a man who cannot accept his self.
Life is not a fairy tale.
And mankind was meant to suffer.
In fairy tales the prince belongs to the princess and it can never be with another prince.
It is the way it is.
But some people would beg to differ.
-end-
Pairings: Haehyuk
Part: 1/1
Rating: R
Genre: Angst,Romance, Psychological AU
Summary: We had grown up watching and reading. fairy tales.We were raised to believe in happy ever afters.But as we grow older, we come face to face with these villains. And along the way we meet our prince and princesses. We fall into this magical world of love, we take steps, we travel on roads with golden pavements. We fight our own dragons, defeat all the wicked witch. But at one point in your life. You would end up asking. Does fairy tales really exist?Or are they just fabricated lies made to make this make believe world as perfect as it can be. When in reality, we should get used at the fact that Humans are meant to suffer.Happily Never After. . . .
A/N : This is my deepest darkest self telling you a story. Any similarity to any other story is purely incidental. The charters are not mine. They own themselves. Only the plot and all the typographical and grammatical errors are. :)
The Tragic Ending of a Fairy Tale
I was trying to remember something romantic that you have done for me. But sadly, my brain had to turn into a total wreck before I have come across this certain memory of you asking me to stay with you. The way you said it me was not really the type you see on those cheesy chic flicks but it was the closest thing to what normal people could label as romantic.
But I forgot, we don't belong to the word "normal" right?
Or was it just me?
We kiss, we cuddle, hell we even fucked, but there's nothing more to it right?
I should have kept that in mind. I promise I really did. It’s just that sometimes I get carried away. I got blinded; I tend to forget my rightful place in your life.
You have always been nice, the greatest friend that I could ever have. And the greatest lover that I could never have
I shouldn't have tried to cross the line.
I should have been contented.
But you can't really blame me you know. I am human. And humans are weak. We tend to make ourselves believe in happy endings, when in reality there is no such thing, for happy endings belong to prince and princesses in a crappy Disney movie that should not be advised to be shown to little children because it will eventually leave them broken when they grow up after realizing that the made up reality that they had lived up is not really the reality that they wanted.
When we're young being foolish is acceptable, but as we grow old being foolish equates to being stupid, and it is just so cruel that being with you, falling for you, brings out the child in me. I've been foolish and momentarily forget that I am a grown up man, and I exist in a world where grown ups are supposed to be rational. Grown ups must follow the norms of the society, the norms that dictates what is good and what is right. What is acceptable and what is not.
But what can I do, love takes out all the rational thoughts in me and I end up all gooey, a mere puppet of emotions. Emotions that should have been void from every man because it never did any good to anyone, or more specifically to me.
When you asked me to live with you, it ignited a spark, a flicker of hope, a one big step to my happy ending.
We moved in together after graduation, we spent our lives living the freedom that we finally had. Living with no supervision, no one to nag you on what to eat and on what to wear. On what time you should go home and what time you should sleep.
We had break free and so does my love for you.
Friendship that's what we have. We have been friends ever since. And being friends is what we only are, But not for me.
We were 16 when I have seen you in a different light. You were sweating under the Sun, running around the field baseball bat at tow. You were waving at me, with your brightest smile, your gums peaking out of your pink luscious lips, those lips that I suddenly had the urge to taste if they were as sweet as your favorite strawberry, and it was then that I realized, that to me you are more than just a friend.
Realization hit me hard along with the rapid thumping of my heart, skipping its natural rhythm, as your body crushed to mine with the tightest hug you could ever give and I was in daze with you jumping up and down with the sweet scent of your sweat and your strong arms around my waste.
You are special.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Recollections.
It’s been too long.
And I barely have recollections of you. I don't even know if you really did happen, if you really became a part of my life or just a mere product of my imagination. You were so perfect.
I don't know what to feel, and it has been so long since I have felt anything.
I was starting to doubt my memories of you. Do yet have a black or brown eyes. Did you had your hair dyed at graduation or did you kept it black or simple.
I was starting to forget.
Or so I thought.
Life is cruel.
And so does the theory that man tends to suffer.
And as I ponder on that. Does that mean a lot?
I thought I had enough. Why do you have to show up now? When I barely remember how enchanting those sweet smile of yours. When I nearly forget how melodious your voice are to my ears.
How those butterfly felt in my stomach and how painful it was, as my heart was clenched by your invisible hands that still holds it.
That glint of familiarity makes it worst. I would have thrown up right then and there, when you approached me like there has been no awful past between us. Or maybe the awful past has just been on me. Aah! What a pity.
"Hey!" that was the first word that you said after all these years.
It was short, it was simple. And yet it was painful.
They were like sharp knives, peeling off shards in my heart, and with that heavy weight on my stomach makes me want to puke at the sudden turn around.
They were like strips of films flashing right in front of me.
With you and that girl humping up and down on your lap over that same couch where I have given myself to you.
Where I have surrendered my heart and soul to you.
It was just so cruel that you have to moan out her name, grunting in every sway of her hips as you shamelessly looked at me with those lust filled eyes.
It was painful. Words that has been said is better than what is not.
And with those eyes, I could clearly see those words that those lips of yours couldn't utter. For you are too busy moaning her name and nibbling her skin as she brought you to the zenith.
You don't need me.
You don't want me.
And I regret that moment that I have confessed my never dying love for you.
I was willing to give you everything. And you don't even have to ask for it.
For your eyes had said enough.
You had that much control on me.
And you still do.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
We were inside the comforts of my apartment where I was supposed to serve you tea.
Where we were supposed to do our “catching up”.
But you have a different definition of the word catching up as you latch yourself into mine.
Your lips are still sweet, and I was on a momentary bliss as a realization suddenly hit me.
And it makes me want to cry, this time not because of pain but because of the overwhelming happiness that your taste brought me.
You were sober, and this is the first time that you kissed me without being intoxicated by alcohol.
"Hae, p-please" you whispered and I could feel your breath ghosting over my thin closed lips. Your voice filled with longing, with need.
And it is all it that takes for me to give in. I have always been yours remember?
This is the happiest moment of my life.
9 years of loving you. 9 years of belonging to only you.
As you once again claimed me, but unlike the first time you were full aware that it was me that you were doing it with.
We were making love. And as we dance under the darkness of the sky, even the moon and the stars had decided to leave us alone tonight. With you moaning my name and me moaning yours as the rhythm goes faster.
Take me!
Take me!
Take all of me Hyukjae!
I am yours!
I will forever be yours and yours alone.
Beats has gone faster, blinding, deafening, heart ceasing.
It was just to much!
But you shouting you love me as you laced you fingers with mine with that metal band on the fourth finger of your right touching my burning skin, concluded a thought that has been at the back of my mind.
My mind that has been crazy in love with you.
It was my turn to claim what's mine. To take what I have given.
Because I was yours. It is rightful and just that you should be mine.
Right?
And as you sleep soundly in my bed. The moon decided to peek out of the clouds, making your skin glisten under its light.
You were lying on your back.
Your lower half covered by my scarlet red duvet.
As I stare at your handsome face.
"Lee Hyukjae saranghae."
I laid myself on your chest as I draped my arms over your cold clammy skin.
I will hug you to keep you warm.
For my love was enough for the both of us.
I have loved you first.
And I don't need words to prove that you do love me too.
The beating of your heart is more than enough.
For now your heart belongs to me.
It will beat for me and me alone.
I will keep it forever.
I will take care of it.
This is like a fairy tale.
You being Snow White, and me being the Huntsman.
And this is our happy ever after.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hey Hyung! What's our case for today?"
The older was startled at the voice of his partner right behind him.
He placed the notebook that he has been reading taking off the gloves on his right hand as he passed a photograph to the other.
"Lee Donghae, 25 years old, a manager of a bar along Hyongdae found dead in his house with a knife on his left chest right thru his heart."
Kyuhyun stared intently at the picture.
It was a man in bed, blood all over his body along with the body of another man. It seems like the Donghae guy was hugging the other man before he has been devoid of his strength, the man's head placed in front of the Donghae guys stabbed chest.
"who was the other man Hyung."
"That's lee Hyukjae 26, a dance instructor, married, Chest opened, his Organ has been taken out."
Kyuhyun grimaced as he looks closely at the details in the picture.
At the Bed’s side table different tools are in there. Empty Syringes, and At the left hand of the first man is a an organ.
A heart to be exact as he looked at his Hyung , horrified.
Jongwoon could only pass the notebook that he was previously reading to the younger.
"It was clearly a Crime of Passion"
~~~~~~~~~~~~
And there goes the tragic ending of a man whom society cannot accept and a man who cannot accept his self.
Life is not a fairy tale.
And mankind was meant to suffer.
In fairy tales the prince belongs to the princess and it can never be with another prince.
It is the way it is.
But some people would beg to differ.
-end-