Fic: Family Arc I (7/21)
Title: Family Arc I (7/21)
Author: vic_sim
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot. I apologise for any incorrect portrayal of people mentioned in my story.
Pairing: None at the moment. Hankyung
Summary: Hankyung hates the dial tone of the phone.
Category: Angst?
Rating: NC-16(i think)
Archive
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
Hankyung punched the wall. He wanted to scream out his frustrations, to lose all rational control. But somewhere at the back of his mind, he didn’t want to wake his dorm mates. So he vented his frustrations the only other way he knew: Punching the wall.
Argh! How could Kyuhyun live with that woman? *PUNCH*
How could that guy be such a bastard? *PUNCH*
He and Kibum had known before that they were Kyuhyun’s emergency contacts. Kyuhyun had asked them about it when he was filling in the emergency contact form. The reason Kyuhyun gave was that his mother stayed too far away and was always travelling. It would be too hard to get in touch with her. They didn’t think much them, seeing the logic behind it. After all, one of Hankyung’s contacts was Eeteuk and the reason was the same: It would take too long to contact his family in China.
Now, Hankyung was beginning to regret his decision not to pursue the reasons. Hankyung wondered briefly why Kyuhyun did not mention his father.
It was two days after the accident. Only when Eeteuk woke up that Hankyung realised that they did not inform Eeteuk’s and Kyuhyun’s family members. Hankyung could only imagine the panic their families must be in when they heard it on the news. It was repeated all over the news.
Hankyung wanted to contact Kyuhyun’s parents about the accident. It was only then that Hankyung realised that he knew nothing about his dongsaeng’s family, not even a name. it was definitely odd as most of them knew at least something about each other’s family. Like how Eeteuk used to live with his mother, that Heechul’s family lived in the rural areas, that Hankyung was an only child, that Yesung was as well, that Kangin was the oldest, that Shindong’s family owned a restaurant, that Sungmin had two older sisters, that Eunhyuk’s family was into video games, that Donghae had an older brother, Siwon a younger sister, that Ryeowook’s mother had a beautiful voice and that Kibum was the youngest in his family.
And yet he knew nothing about Kyuhyun.
It was true that the time they spent with Kyuhyun was much lesser, but it was no excuse. Hankyung was really troubled by this fact. He had no means of contacting Kyuhyun’s parents seeing that Kyuhyun never gave any information. He resigned to wait till Kyuhyun woke up. It shouldn’t be long. Eeteuk-hyung woke up already.
Hankyung was concerned about Kyuhyun. Being a dancer, he knew that fractured hips took a long time to recover and there was always the possibility that it would not recover fully. He didn’t want to think about the consequences if that occurred. No. You must have faith in him.
Hankyung enjoyed the youngest presence. It was quiet like Kibum and being in a group of thirteen, sometimes one liked to find someone who would just be there. He really hoped that he would still be able to enjoy such time together.
Suddenly, Hankyung jumped up. He just remembered that Kyuhyun’s belongings from the crash were passed to him. Hankyung picked up the bag from the floor. Kyuhyun’s bag was almost unscratched. It should have been the other way round.
Hankyung ransacked through Kyuhyun’s bag, feeling slightly guilty about invading Kyuhyun’s space. He knew how private his dongsaeng was. Hankyung was searching for Kyuhyun’s handphone. It would certainly contain his parents’ numbers. He was in luck. Kyuhyun’s phone was intact and working. Hankyung began going through the contacts list, searching for an Appa or Umma, but found none.
Hankyung was puzzled. He went through the list again, this time more carefully. He realised there were two oddities: A Mr Cho and a Mdm Lee. These were the only two that were written like that. The rest of the contacts Hankyung knew: Super Junior, their managers, stylists and make-up artists. That’s odd. How come I know everyone but two on the list? Hankyung kept that question in mind, promising to find the truth one day.
Hankyung decided to try his luck and dialled for Mr Cho. Looking at the name, one would assume that that was Kyuhyun’s father. Hankyung totally forgot that it was 2 am until he glanced at his watch.
After a few rings, Hankyung was about to hang up when someone answered. “Hello?”
“Erm is this Mr Cho?”
“Yes?” The male voice was deep but awake.
“I’m Han Geng, your son’s friend. I’m afraid that Kyuhyun had an accident and … “ Hankyung was cut off. “I’m not his guardian. Call his mother. She’s the one with custody. I’m not living in Korea anymore. Don’t call me again.” With that, Mr Cho hung up.
Hankyung was left staring at the phone. What? His mouth had dropped open and his mind stopped working. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. It was not processing in his mind. Blink. Blink. Blink. Hankyung slowly got his senses back, though he still couldn’t believe what he just heard. Maybe that’s why Kyuhyun didn’t mention his father.
Hankyung decided to try calling the Mdm Lee on Kyuhyun’s phone, ignoring the fact that it was 2 am. He prayed for a different answer.
*PUNCH* He couldn’t believe that woman. The nerve of her. *PUNCH*
Hankyung punched and punched until he exhausted all his strength and most of his anger. He slid to the floor with his hands limp by his side, panting. It was then that he felt twinges of pain on his hand. He looked down. His knuckles were split open with blood trickling out of the wounds.
Sigh. I shouldn’t have vented my anger on the wall. But he did feel better.
He was about to stand up when the door opened.
Yesung continued to hum the melody of the song as Ryeowook relaxed. He stopped suddenly. Ryeowook opened a bleary eye. “Hyung?” “Shh. Do you hear something?” Ryeowook cocked his head to the side, concentrating.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
There was a rhythmic sound on the wall. It sounded as if someone was hitting against it. Yesung made to stand. Ryeowook held onto his shirt. “Where are you going Hyung?”
“To check out. You stay here Wookie.”
Ryeowook shook his head, wanting to follow. Yesung sighed, giving in.
The two walked quietly towards the sound. It sounded like it came from Hankyung’s room. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Then, there was silence. Yesung and Ryeowook shot puzzled looks at each other. Yesung opened the door, deciding not to knock just in case Hankyung-hyung was sleeping. The first glimpse of the room was Hankyung on the floor.
“Hyung!” Yesung flung the door opened, panicking when he saw Hankyung on the floor. Both rushed in as Hankyung looked up.
“Hyung! You’re bleeding!” Ryeowook exclaimed when he saw Hankyung’s hand. “I’ll go get the first aid kit.” Yesung nodded while getting Hankyung to move to the bed. Hankyung allowed the help, though he felt that he did not need it. “Yesung, why are you and Ryeowook awake?”
“Couldn’t sleep.” Ryeowook answered, entering the room holding the first aid kit. Yesung took it from Ryeowook and began taking out bandages and antiseptic to disinfect the wounds.
“I’m fine Yesung. It’s just a few cuts. They’ll heal.” Hankyung tried to stop Yesung, but the words fell on deaf ears. Yesung continued pretending that he heard nothing.
“Hyung, how did you injure yourself?” Ryeowook asked.
“I punched the wall.”
“Huh?” Yesung paused. They were not sure if they heard correctly.
“I punched the wall.”
“Why?” Ryeowook asked after some silence. He was curious to know what made his hyung who was usually mild and never violent punched the wall. Hankyung didn’t want to tell them about the reason. But he felt that they had a right to know, so he proceeded to tell them.
“Hello?”
“You have 3 minutes.” Huh? Hankyung froze.
“Are you going to speak? I’m very busy you know.” The sharp cutting voice broke through his daze.
“Erm. Good Morning Mdm.” Well, technically it was morning. It was 2 am after all. “I’m a friend of your son. I’m calling to say that he has been hospitalised.” Hankyung mentally let go of the breath he held in when he was not interrupted in mid-sentence. He was scared that the same thing would happen to him again.
“What has he done now?” It seemed like Hankyung had relaxed too early. Mdm Lee’s voice was full of accusation, implying that Kyuhyun had landed himself in the hospital. Hankyung bristled at that implication.
“He was involved in an accident and…” He was cut off.
“Ok. Ok. You’re calling about the bill right? That kid always uses my money. I’m very busy. Just send me the bill.”
And once again, Hankyung was left with a dial tone.
I’m beginning to hate this sound. He wanted to throw the phone at the wall and screamed. But he realised that it was Kyuhyun’s phone.
Kyuhyun wouldn’t appreciate it if I destroyed his phone. So Hankyung threw the phone on the bed and punched the wall.
Yesung and Ryeowook were shocked. Yesung had finished bandaging Hankyung’s hand. What kind of parents were those? It was a difficult concept to grasp as both had come from families with loving parents. They couldn’t believe that their magnae had such parents. It was totally unbelievable that Kyuhyun turned out so polite and caring.
“Kyuhyun’s better off with us.” Yesung said, giving voice to the thoughts that echoed in the other two. “We’ll take care of him. There’s no place for such, such, such … Argh! I can’t describe them!” Yesung punched the floor.
Ryeowook nodded. “We’ll take care of him.” Hankyung nodded. He was not about to let such people touch his dongsaeng.
The three looked at each other, determined.