Mirror Breaking
Author: shy_mizuno
Rating: G
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Eunhyuk/OC; Friendship! Heechul/Eunhyuk
Disclaimer: This is based off of the 'I will change' Game and unless I'm a director - which I'm not. HELLO! Writer! - this is not for money.
Summary: How Heechul reacts to the story he tells on 'I Will Change'
The car ride from Youngstreet to the dorms took half an hour on a good day. On a bad day, Heechul felt like it took a decade. A few colorful words flew from behind the steering wheel's horn, but there wasn't much he could do besides that. He had called his members to try and rant, but no answer.
Walking through the door, he was surprised at how quiet everything was. Ryeowook was curled up on the couch, fawning over the television and shouting at the stupidity that was Hyun Bin's character. "Hey Wookie." He said as he toed off his shoes.
"Hey Hyung." Ryeowook's voice was faded with a sure sign that the Awesome Kim Heechul could not waver Ryeowook's attention from Secret Garden. "There's food on the stove. Can you get me some please?" He squeaked as Sanghyun popped up on the screen. Heechul laughed and rolled his head, walking into the kitchen. It was a batch of fried kimchi that Heechul split in half on two plates. He handed it to the Eternal Maknae - he almost had to catch it from falling when Ryeowook's unfocused mind didn't really grab it - and stood there just eating it. "So…where is everybody?" He said with a mouthful.
"Everybody's out at filming for this and that. Now shh! Han Tae Sun and Yoo Ra are going to fight!" Ryeowook clung to his pillow and squeaked - how does a grown man squeak?! - at the tension between the two. Heechul rolled his eyes and walked to his room with Leeteuk. "Actually...Hyung?" He turned around. Secret Garden was at commercial and Ryeowook was looking at him with large eyes. "Hyukkie's here. He hasn't come out of his room for a while - not even for food. Could you…go check on him?"
Heechul had an inkling say to him 'This is going to be bad - SAY NO!' He nodded and crossed the living room to Eunhyuk and Donghae's room.
Before the EunHae room there was the one and only bathroom. And Heechul heard sounds coming out of it. Weird sounds - mumbling, angry, not Super Junior-like sounds. Heechul cocked his head and raised an eyebrow and walked backed to the kitchen to put his plate down before walking back to the closed door. "Hyukkie? You in there?"
"GODAMMIT!" And a sudden crash of glass.
"Eunhyuk? Hyukjae, what are you doing in there?" Heechul twisted the knob - locked - and shoved against the wood.
"Hyung, what's going on? Was that Hyukkie?" Ryeowook pulled around the corner.
"Ryeowook, help me get this open." Heechul smashed against the door again. "Hyukjae, open this door right now!" Heechul screamed.
"Eunhyuk, open the door!" Ryeowook smacked against the door, joining in on the screaming.
The door clicked open. Eunhyuk stood with his head bowed in shame. Ryeowook saw the broken mirror - Heechul saw the bleeding hand. "Dear God, Eunhyuk, what did you do?" Heechul grabbed the hand. Eunhyuk grimaced and pulled away, keeping the wound behind him. Heechul pressed his lips together - he was not pleased. "Ryeowook, go and get the first aid kit." He reached in and grabbed the rapper's arm and pulled him to his room.
"Hyung…the mirror…"
"Get it now, Kim Ryeowook." The singer nodded and ran into the kitchen.
Heechul shoved Eunhyuk onto the bed and pulled a hand through his short black hair. "Lee Hyukjae, what were you doing?"
Eunhyuk looked down at his broken knuckles. "Do you really want to ask that question?”
"No, what I’d really like to do is smack you over the head and call you a self-mutilating idiot, but I thought that might be a bit over the top. Answer me." Heechul glared at him. Eunhyuk still wouldn't look at him. He was saved as Ryeowook came in the room with the little white box. He breathed out and retreated from the middle of the room to the door frame.
"Hyukkie, what did you do? I mean…I know what you did, but why?" Ryeowook stuttered over his words. Heechul saw the paleness in the Eternal Maknae's face. For a moment, he remembered Ryeowook was queasy to blood.
Eunhyuk chose his words carefully, biting his tongue. "Boorae…she left me last night. She said she couldn’t be with a celebrity.” Heechul bowed down his head to look at his foot toeing the carpet. Boorae had been what Nari was to Shindong in Eunhyuk. He even had the ring picked out under his bed.
Eunhyuk sent shivers up their spines with his hollow laughter. “Thing is…she called up Minho this morning.” Ryeowook and Heechul looked at each other and together, they looked at Eunhyuk.
“Ryeowook, why don’t you get Eunhyuk something to eat?” He pantomimed for Ryeowook to leave the room. The youngest nodded eagerly. He closed the box and hurrying away from the two of them.
Heechul slowly strode over to his bed and sat across from his dongsaeng, much like Ryeowook had. “It’s not like you to get this upset over a girl, even if it was a girl as special as Boorae-shi. There’s something else, ain’t there?” He squirmed subtly. All this mushy ‘Hyung-taking-care-of-dongsaeng’ stuff really wasn’t his forte.
Eunhyuk picked at the bandages. Obviously he wasn’t going to talk to him. Heechul scowled and slapped his good hand. “Stop that. Answer me.” This was his spot. Giving out sort and simple demands that promised consequences if ignored.
“Hyung…do you think there’s a girl for me?”
Heechul sighed, causing his bangs to temporarily fly. “Sure there’s a girl for you. You just have to filter through the trash first.” Eunhyuk shrugged and groaned as a way of saying, “I guess.” “Eunhyuk, look at me.” He obeyed and looked up at his hyung. Heechul sighed again - the boy was on the edge of tears. “Boorae said she didn’t want a celebrity. Y’know why? Because you’re smart enough to know when somebody’s using you for money, which she was planning to do, I bet. So she leaves you and goes for somebody much more innocent and naive like Minho. In plain and simple words, she’s a skank. So don’t blame yourself and blame her. And no more smashing mirrors.”
Eunhyuk smirked. “Thanks, hyung.”
Heechul rolled his eyes and scratched his head. “Ryeowook’s suppose to have food. Come.” Eunhyuk nodded and followed after.
Rating: G
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Eunhyuk/OC; Friendship! Heechul/Eunhyuk
Disclaimer: This is based off of the 'I will change' Game and unless I'm a director - which I'm not. HELLO! Writer! - this is not for money.
Summary: How Heechul reacts to the story he tells on 'I Will Change'
The car ride from Youngstreet to the dorms took half an hour on a good day. On a bad day, Heechul felt like it took a decade. A few colorful words flew from behind the steering wheel's horn, but there wasn't much he could do besides that. He had called his members to try and rant, but no answer.
Walking through the door, he was surprised at how quiet everything was. Ryeowook was curled up on the couch, fawning over the television and shouting at the stupidity that was Hyun Bin's character. "Hey Wookie." He said as he toed off his shoes.
"Hey Hyung." Ryeowook's voice was faded with a sure sign that the Awesome Kim Heechul could not waver Ryeowook's attention from Secret Garden. "There's food on the stove. Can you get me some please?" He squeaked as Sanghyun popped up on the screen. Heechul laughed and rolled his head, walking into the kitchen. It was a batch of fried kimchi that Heechul split in half on two plates. He handed it to the Eternal Maknae - he almost had to catch it from falling when Ryeowook's unfocused mind didn't really grab it - and stood there just eating it. "So…where is everybody?" He said with a mouthful.
"Everybody's out at filming for this and that. Now shh! Han Tae Sun and Yoo Ra are going to fight!" Ryeowook clung to his pillow and squeaked - how does a grown man squeak?! - at the tension between the two. Heechul rolled his eyes and walked to his room with Leeteuk. "Actually...Hyung?" He turned around. Secret Garden was at commercial and Ryeowook was looking at him with large eyes. "Hyukkie's here. He hasn't come out of his room for a while - not even for food. Could you…go check on him?"
Heechul had an inkling say to him 'This is going to be bad - SAY NO!' He nodded and crossed the living room to Eunhyuk and Donghae's room.
Before the EunHae room there was the one and only bathroom. And Heechul heard sounds coming out of it. Weird sounds - mumbling, angry, not Super Junior-like sounds. Heechul cocked his head and raised an eyebrow and walked backed to the kitchen to put his plate down before walking back to the closed door. "Hyukkie? You in there?"
"GODAMMIT!" And a sudden crash of glass.
"Eunhyuk? Hyukjae, what are you doing in there?" Heechul twisted the knob - locked - and shoved against the wood.
"Hyung, what's going on? Was that Hyukkie?" Ryeowook pulled around the corner.
"Ryeowook, help me get this open." Heechul smashed against the door again. "Hyukjae, open this door right now!" Heechul screamed.
"Eunhyuk, open the door!" Ryeowook smacked against the door, joining in on the screaming.
The door clicked open. Eunhyuk stood with his head bowed in shame. Ryeowook saw the broken mirror - Heechul saw the bleeding hand. "Dear God, Eunhyuk, what did you do?" Heechul grabbed the hand. Eunhyuk grimaced and pulled away, keeping the wound behind him. Heechul pressed his lips together - he was not pleased. "Ryeowook, go and get the first aid kit." He reached in and grabbed the rapper's arm and pulled him to his room.
"Hyung…the mirror…"
"Get it now, Kim Ryeowook." The singer nodded and ran into the kitchen.
Heechul shoved Eunhyuk onto the bed and pulled a hand through his short black hair. "Lee Hyukjae, what were you doing?"
Eunhyuk looked down at his broken knuckles. "Do you really want to ask that question?”
"No, what I’d really like to do is smack you over the head and call you a self-mutilating idiot, but I thought that might be a bit over the top. Answer me." Heechul glared at him. Eunhyuk still wouldn't look at him. He was saved as Ryeowook came in the room with the little white box. He breathed out and retreated from the middle of the room to the door frame.
"Hyukkie, what did you do? I mean…I know what you did, but why?" Ryeowook stuttered over his words. Heechul saw the paleness in the Eternal Maknae's face. For a moment, he remembered Ryeowook was queasy to blood.
Eunhyuk chose his words carefully, biting his tongue. "Boorae…she left me last night. She said she couldn’t be with a celebrity.” Heechul bowed down his head to look at his foot toeing the carpet. Boorae had been what Nari was to Shindong in Eunhyuk. He even had the ring picked out under his bed.
Eunhyuk sent shivers up their spines with his hollow laughter. “Thing is…she called up Minho this morning.” Ryeowook and Heechul looked at each other and together, they looked at Eunhyuk.
“Ryeowook, why don’t you get Eunhyuk something to eat?” He pantomimed for Ryeowook to leave the room. The youngest nodded eagerly. He closed the box and hurrying away from the two of them.
Heechul slowly strode over to his bed and sat across from his dongsaeng, much like Ryeowook had. “It’s not like you to get this upset over a girl, even if it was a girl as special as Boorae-shi. There’s something else, ain’t there?” He squirmed subtly. All this mushy ‘Hyung-taking-care-of-dongsaeng’ stuff really wasn’t his forte.
Eunhyuk picked at the bandages. Obviously he wasn’t going to talk to him. Heechul scowled and slapped his good hand. “Stop that. Answer me.” This was his spot. Giving out sort and simple demands that promised consequences if ignored.
“Hyung…do you think there’s a girl for me?”
Heechul sighed, causing his bangs to temporarily fly. “Sure there’s a girl for you. You just have to filter through the trash first.” Eunhyuk shrugged and groaned as a way of saying, “I guess.” “Eunhyuk, look at me.” He obeyed and looked up at his hyung. Heechul sighed again - the boy was on the edge of tears. “Boorae said she didn’t want a celebrity. Y’know why? Because you’re smart enough to know when somebody’s using you for money, which she was planning to do, I bet. So she leaves you and goes for somebody much more innocent and naive like Minho. In plain and simple words, she’s a skank. So don’t blame yourself and blame her. And no more smashing mirrors.”
Eunhyuk smirked. “Thanks, hyung.”
Heechul rolled his eyes and scratched his head. “Ryeowook’s suppose to have food. Come.” Eunhyuk nodded and followed after.