Death fics do not suit me (cont.)
Here's the second part to my fic....
Title: His Smile
Rating:
Genre: Romance//Angst
Pairing: Eeteuk//Yesung
Summary: He would forever remember his smile as he said those three words back to him.
*edit: because LJ is being a big fat meanie, I had to post this in parts. Which I feel completely ruined the mood.
( Part One)
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It had been four months since they found out about his illness.
All 15 of them were there to visit him, sitting outside until the nurse said it was okay for them to go in. They knew that at this time
Yesung was asleep but he was slept a lot these days and they visited anyway.
He had taken his medicine half an hour ago and it caused him to sleep for several hours afterward.
They agreed to go in one at a time, so they would each be able to be alone with him. So they waited until they were allowed in.
Ryeowook was nervously playing with his fingers. “Hyung-ah, what if Yesung doesn’t get better, what’ll happen to Super Junior, what’ll-“
“Stop it, stop it! Yesung will get better so just stop saying he won’t!” Eunhyuk said, standing in front of Ryeowook with stubborn eyes flaring.
“This is why I don’t believe in God…” Heechul muttered loud enough for everybody to hear, before laughing hollowly at what he said.
Shiwon looked at him in surprise at first before submitting to his words, which had enough reason behind them.
It was painfully quiet until the nurse left the room half an hour later and told them it was okay to go in.
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Ryeowook went in first, biting his lip to keep himself from crying when he saw Yesung sleeping peacefully on the bed, white sheets paling against his even paler, deathly white skin.
He was much too thin, his already small build even smaller now. His short-fingered hands were slender and fragile looking, as if they would break if someone squeezed too hard.
He sat down, gazing at Yesung’s sleeping face. At least in sleep, even if it was artificially-induced, he could dream of better places.
“Get better soon, hyung-ah. I miss making soup for you and the other members are tired of eating my soup when I make some out of impulse. Next time I make soup I’ll make sure you get it instead, okay? It’ll get you up and back-to-normal before you know it.
But just in case, I’m still going to pray for you. So get well soon, ne?”
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By the time it was Han Geng’s turn, the atmosphere was morose and anyone walking past them could feel their pain.
He went in with Henry, who held a small ribbon-tied box in his hands. The door closed with a soft swish and a quiet click of locks slotting into place
As soon as they went in, Henry opened the box, gingerly lifting out a small glass figure. Han Geng watched as the younger male set it carefully on the bedside table, placing a small white and red card next to it.
Henry stood behind him as he sat down in the chair next to the bed, silent and patient. It wouldn’t have mattered to the older one of the pair, he was in his own world as soon as he sat down in the chair.
“Yesung, it’s me again. Henli’s with me too.”
He held Yesung’s tinier hand in his own two, pressing it close to his mouth. The skin underneath his lips felt soft and frail, like spider web silk in the wind.
“I think you’re the strongest out of all of us. I don’t think any of us could go through what you’ve gone through these past months and still smile so happy. Get better soon, without you I have one less mouth to feed and I’m reminded of you whenever I cook for 15 but end up with extra. So hurry up and get better, okay? If you do, I’ll make you whatever you want to eat, w-whatever you want, o-okay? So g-get better, Sungie, okay?”
Henry looked away as he wiped his eyes with his sleep, giving him the privacy he needed before he stood up and walked out the door. Henry gave Yesung one last look before he followed him out the door.
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Heechul entered the room carrying a large paper shopping bag with him. The top of the bag was covered so no one could see what was inside but it sure wasn’t food.
He sat down on the wooden chair, dropping the bag down next to his feet.
“Babbo…babbo Yesung…we only worry because we care about you. We are Super Junior, always a family, no matter what happens. You, get better fast. You know how much I don’t like hospitals…they’re too clean. Heebummie misses you too, she won’t stop scratching at the door to your room…”
The effeminate male uncovered the paper bag, pulling out a blanket that was one of the brightest shades of pink anyone could imagine. He stood up and spread it over Yesung, lifting his hands out from beneath it and gently placing them on top of the fluffy blanket.
“I know this is my favorite blanket, but you need it more than I do. Hannie told me it gets cold at night in here. You can give it back when you’re better.”
He smoothed out the blanket and tucked in Yesung with difficulty, seeing as both his hands were shaking. He knew it was too late for the younger member to get better unless a miracle happened, but he shook his head and yelled at himself for thinking like that.
He’s going to get better, he’s going to get better and when he comes back home, we’ll throw him the biggest party ever and everyone will smile again and we’ll tell him how important he is to us and how much we love him and…and…
He finished tucking Yesung in, folding up the paper bag and holding it as he got ready to let the next person in.
“You get better or else, yah?” he said to him, pointing at him as if telling him to carry out an order. Yesung smiled in his sleep and turned over onto his side, making the older male smile slightly.
Heechul was crying when he kissed Yesung’s cheek softly.
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When Heechul came out of the hospital room, it was obvious he had been crying just seconds ago. His head was downcast and when he looked up, there were tear-streaks, still wet and glimmering before they dried into his skin.
They all looked at him and when he noticed them, he just blinked and frowned.
“What’re you looking at? Do I have something on my face?” he said, wiping his eyes with his sleeves and looking into one of the reflective concave mirrors in the hall for effect.
“T-Teukie-ah, Teu-kie.” Eunhyuk nudged Eeteuk lightly after wiping his eyes. He was still crying, his sleeves probably soaked through with tears considering the countless times he had wiped his eyes the past hour and a half.
“Ah, Hyukkie…did you want something?” the leader asked, trying his best to smile.
“I-It’s your t-turn to visit Y-Yesung, hyung.” The choreographically-gifted member said, gesturing towards the door. He sniffed, blowing his nose into a tissue.
“Thanks, Hyukkie.” Eeteuk stood up and walked through the door, holding a bunch of new scarlet red peonies in his hands.
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He smiled softly when he saw the pink blanket draped over Yesung’s sleeping form.
He took the withering peonies from the left side bedside table and replaced them with the ones he bought, the vibrant flowers bright against the white painted walls.
He noticed the glass figurine just then, staring at it in surprise.
It was a clear glass angel, with a single crystalline wing. In its hands, it held a pink glass heart. A clear glass halo surrounded its head and a soft smile paired with crescent eyes completed its face.
Eeteuk picked up the card next to it, reading the neat hesitant hangul written inside.
To Yesung
This is the closest thing to a statue of Eeteuk-hyung I could find.
Get better soon,
Henry
He smiled at the gesture the violinist had made and put the card back in its place.
He turned his attention back to the person occupying the bed, listening to his quiet breathing as he slept.
Eeteuk pulled the chair out quietly, sitting down with his elbows resting on top of the pink and white blankets. It was a wonder he was still asleep but artificially-induced sedation could go a long way.
He ran a hand through his hair gently, brushing stray strands out of his eyes. A tear escaped his eye when his hands left with a mass of ink black strands tangled with his fingers.
“Sungie-ah…”
“Jongoon-ah, it’s me, Teukie. I brought you flowers. Peonies. They’re red, your favorite color.”
He smoothed out the wrinkles in the blankets, taking care to straighten Sungmin’s gift (a pink rabbit) and place it next to Yesung’s pillow carefully.
“Get better soon, Sungie. Without you I really am an angel without wings…and I can’t fly without my wings, no? I can’t fly without you, Jongoon-ah, I hope you know that. You know that, right?”
He said that with a sweetness to his voice, but it’s a sad sweetness, the kind of sweetness you felt when you found something you thought you lost forever but when you found it, it was broken beyond repair and strangely you’re still happy to find it just because it makes you remember things.
He held the short but slender fingers in his hand, holding tight enough so that he was sure the younger boy was still there in front of him, but soft enough so that he wouldn’t cause him any unnecessary pain, his thumb caressing the warm skin gently.
He didn’t want to be here, because Yesung was here and he shouldn’t be. Yesung should be at home with his family and happy and strong enough to take a punch from Kangin and throw one back playfully. Not sick and weak and tired, lying in a hospital room that smelled too clean.
The leader squeezed his hand a little tighter, biting his lip so he wouldn’t cry but failing in the end as hot tears made their way down his dimpled cheeks.
“Teukie-ah…Jungsu…don’t cry…don’t cry…” he heard his voice and looked up, startled when he found dark chocolate eyes looking at him tiredly but still happy to see him.
“Ah, Sungie, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you up…” he apologized, wiping his eyes quickly.
“It’s okay…you didn’t wake me…The medicine just wore off I guess…” Yesung replied, moving to sit up on the bed. His movements were slow and weary, the sheets rustling slightly as he accommodated himself.
Eeteuk looked at him tearfully, unable to stop himself from crying.
Awake, Yesung looked even more tired and frail, the result of countless treatments to slow the disease’s spread having weakened his body.
His complexion was pale and deathly white and there was a tired look to his face that wasn’t there four and a half months ago. His dark eyes flickered with a faintly warm glimmer, the glow that used to rival the moon and sun gone in a blur of bitter medicines and painful needles and smiles that held all his heart and whatever strength he could muster.
“Don’t cry, Teukie…You look much better when you’re smiling, I think…”
Yesung smiled softly, weakly, his eyes becoming crescents with black coffee orbs peeking from under his eyelids. Eeteuk smiled back, the gesture broken inside.
But then he started to cough violently, covering his mouth with his hands as he rode it out. Eeteuk jumped onto his feet in worry, leaving for just the blink of an eye to get a glass of water and hand it to the younger member.
He only smiled reassuringly when he was done, setting the empty glass on the bedside table noiselessly.
“I’m tired, Teukie…” he says finally, yawning a little and rubbing his eye lightly with his palm. The older member can’t help but smile faintly at how innocent his face looks at that moment.
“You should go to sleep then, Sungie. You need your energy.” Eeteuk said, pulling the blankets a little higher, Yesung’s white socks peeking out when he did.
“I don’t want to…I can’t see you if I’m asleep.” he said quietly, and Eeteuk smiles.
“Sleep, Jongoon.” The leader ordered with a feather soft smile on his lips.
Yesung’s lips formed a pout which soon became a smile again.
“I’ll go to sleep if you sing to me, Teukie.” He said, smiling still.
Eeteuk sighed, nodding and returning his smile with his own. There wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for Yesung now, partly because it was Yesung who was asking and partly because he wanted him to go to sleep and enter a dream world where everything was perfect and normal again.
Yesung moved over on the bad, moving the blankets so the older member could sit next to him on the bed.
The leader blinked a few times before he yielded and moved to sit next to the younger member. Yesung wrapped himself in Heechul’s blanket and curled up next to Eeteuk’s side, the taller of the two wrapping an arm around his cocooned form.
“What do you want me to sing, Sungie?” Eeteuk asked softly, looking down at Yesung.
Yesung appeared content as he snuggled closer to the leader, smiling softly still, his eyes half-lidded.
“Anything you want…”
In the end, he sang a song he heard from a drama he watched with Ryeowook a few weeks back.
“Kyourdjimothan mankem
Himegyour wo apawado
Nenmeli apelgaryourwado
Gaji mothan ne sarang apedo na uselraeyo
Jamshi ra do kyeote
Haengboghaeton giyog elrel
Gaseme gan jig halkeyo
Du nene su nyohajin jor byuldel chorom
Yong~won~hi”
He was crying silently by now, lifting his free hand to wipe his eyes before Yesung could see, though it wouldn’t have made a difference. Yesung’s eyes were closed, his warm breathes tickling the older member's collarbone.
“Na yo nel man en an ul your yu
Nun muli ga teg cha wa do
Jogi
Jo byuldel chorom
Naesel reyo~
Oh~Oh~
Haengbog haeton giyog modu
Gaseme ganjig halkeyo
Du nene su nyohajin jor byuldel charom
Yong~won~hi…”
He wondered why he had picked such a song in the first place but Yesung seemed to like it, the way he was smiling contently in his sleep.
“…sarang..haeyo…Teukie...” he whispered just when Eeteuk thought he was completely asleep.
The leader looked at him in surprise before smiling ever so slightly and holding him close, the younger member not rejecting the intimate embrace. His smile was the most genuine he had ever seen and he burned it into his memory to remember forever.
“Saranghaeyo…Yesung…” he said as tears, warm and wet, coursed down his cheeks.
It was only then he noticed Yesung’s lack of movement, not even the steady rising and falling of his chest as he breathed.
“Sungie? Yesung?” he turned around on the bed and gently shook Yesung’s shoulders, calling his name softly with a worried tone.
The younger male only fell back against his torso limply, his cheek pressed against his chest. He felt cold and empty, as if all the warmth had fled from his body.
“Yesung? Yesung! No, YESUNG!!” he all but screamed, shaking him as tears fell like waterfalls of saline bursting through unseen dams.
“What, what?!” The rest of Super Junior barged through the door, their faces white as paper when they saw Eeteuk holding a doll-like Yesung in his arms.
“No…” Ryeowook breathed out, not wanting to believe it. “He can’t be…no, it can’t be, he’s not…”
The next moments felt as if someone had taken a remote and slowed down time, the doctor and nurses that seemingly appeared from nowhere trying to stimulate his heart beat with a defibrillator. His chest jumped with each shock sent into it, the drawn out beep of the heart meter deafening to their ears.
Somewhere amidst all that, Eeteuk faintly heard the breaking of glass and looked down to see Henry’s glass angel on the floor.
Only the pink glass heart was cracked.
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*cries* I can’t believe I wrote that…so sad. I’m pathetic, crying over my own fanfiction.
Please tell me what you think of this…
Forgive me killing off Yesungie! I really didn't want to!
Also forgive me for the somewhat anti-climactic ending I know it was horrible...
Title: His Smile
Rating:
Genre: Romance//Angst
Pairing: Eeteuk//Yesung
Summary: He would forever remember his smile as he said those three words back to him.
*edit: because LJ is being a big fat meanie, I had to post this in parts. Which I feel completely ruined the mood.
( Part One)
-----
It had been four months since they found out about his illness.
All 15 of them were there to visit him, sitting outside until the nurse said it was okay for them to go in. They knew that at this time
Yesung was asleep but he was slept a lot these days and they visited anyway.
He had taken his medicine half an hour ago and it caused him to sleep for several hours afterward.
They agreed to go in one at a time, so they would each be able to be alone with him. So they waited until they were allowed in.
Ryeowook was nervously playing with his fingers. “Hyung-ah, what if Yesung doesn’t get better, what’ll happen to Super Junior, what’ll-“
“Stop it, stop it! Yesung will get better so just stop saying he won’t!” Eunhyuk said, standing in front of Ryeowook with stubborn eyes flaring.
“This is why I don’t believe in God…” Heechul muttered loud enough for everybody to hear, before laughing hollowly at what he said.
Shiwon looked at him in surprise at first before submitting to his words, which had enough reason behind them.
It was painfully quiet until the nurse left the room half an hour later and told them it was okay to go in.
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Ryeowook went in first, biting his lip to keep himself from crying when he saw Yesung sleeping peacefully on the bed, white sheets paling against his even paler, deathly white skin.
He was much too thin, his already small build even smaller now. His short-fingered hands were slender and fragile looking, as if they would break if someone squeezed too hard.
He sat down, gazing at Yesung’s sleeping face. At least in sleep, even if it was artificially-induced, he could dream of better places.
“Get better soon, hyung-ah. I miss making soup for you and the other members are tired of eating my soup when I make some out of impulse. Next time I make soup I’ll make sure you get it instead, okay? It’ll get you up and back-to-normal before you know it.
But just in case, I’m still going to pray for you. So get well soon, ne?”
-----
By the time it was Han Geng’s turn, the atmosphere was morose and anyone walking past them could feel their pain.
He went in with Henry, who held a small ribbon-tied box in his hands. The door closed with a soft swish and a quiet click of locks slotting into place
As soon as they went in, Henry opened the box, gingerly lifting out a small glass figure. Han Geng watched as the younger male set it carefully on the bedside table, placing a small white and red card next to it.
Henry stood behind him as he sat down in the chair next to the bed, silent and patient. It wouldn’t have mattered to the older one of the pair, he was in his own world as soon as he sat down in the chair.
“Yesung, it’s me again. Henli’s with me too.”
He held Yesung’s tinier hand in his own two, pressing it close to his mouth. The skin underneath his lips felt soft and frail, like spider web silk in the wind.
“I think you’re the strongest out of all of us. I don’t think any of us could go through what you’ve gone through these past months and still smile so happy. Get better soon, without you I have one less mouth to feed and I’m reminded of you whenever I cook for 15 but end up with extra. So hurry up and get better, okay? If you do, I’ll make you whatever you want to eat, w-whatever you want, o-okay? So g-get better, Sungie, okay?”
Henry looked away as he wiped his eyes with his sleep, giving him the privacy he needed before he stood up and walked out the door. Henry gave Yesung one last look before he followed him out the door.
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Heechul entered the room carrying a large paper shopping bag with him. The top of the bag was covered so no one could see what was inside but it sure wasn’t food.
He sat down on the wooden chair, dropping the bag down next to his feet.
“Babbo…babbo Yesung…we only worry because we care about you. We are Super Junior, always a family, no matter what happens. You, get better fast. You know how much I don’t like hospitals…they’re too clean. Heebummie misses you too, she won’t stop scratching at the door to your room…”
The effeminate male uncovered the paper bag, pulling out a blanket that was one of the brightest shades of pink anyone could imagine. He stood up and spread it over Yesung, lifting his hands out from beneath it and gently placing them on top of the fluffy blanket.
“I know this is my favorite blanket, but you need it more than I do. Hannie told me it gets cold at night in here. You can give it back when you’re better.”
He smoothed out the blanket and tucked in Yesung with difficulty, seeing as both his hands were shaking. He knew it was too late for the younger member to get better unless a miracle happened, but he shook his head and yelled at himself for thinking like that.
He’s going to get better, he’s going to get better and when he comes back home, we’ll throw him the biggest party ever and everyone will smile again and we’ll tell him how important he is to us and how much we love him and…and…
He finished tucking Yesung in, folding up the paper bag and holding it as he got ready to let the next person in.
“You get better or else, yah?” he said to him, pointing at him as if telling him to carry out an order. Yesung smiled in his sleep and turned over onto his side, making the older male smile slightly.
Heechul was crying when he kissed Yesung’s cheek softly.
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When Heechul came out of the hospital room, it was obvious he had been crying just seconds ago. His head was downcast and when he looked up, there were tear-streaks, still wet and glimmering before they dried into his skin.
They all looked at him and when he noticed them, he just blinked and frowned.
“What’re you looking at? Do I have something on my face?” he said, wiping his eyes with his sleeves and looking into one of the reflective concave mirrors in the hall for effect.
“T-Teukie-ah, Teu-kie.” Eunhyuk nudged Eeteuk lightly after wiping his eyes. He was still crying, his sleeves probably soaked through with tears considering the countless times he had wiped his eyes the past hour and a half.
“Ah, Hyukkie…did you want something?” the leader asked, trying his best to smile.
“I-It’s your t-turn to visit Y-Yesung, hyung.” The choreographically-gifted member said, gesturing towards the door. He sniffed, blowing his nose into a tissue.
“Thanks, Hyukkie.” Eeteuk stood up and walked through the door, holding a bunch of new scarlet red peonies in his hands.
-----
He smiled softly when he saw the pink blanket draped over Yesung’s sleeping form.
He took the withering peonies from the left side bedside table and replaced them with the ones he bought, the vibrant flowers bright against the white painted walls.
He noticed the glass figurine just then, staring at it in surprise.
It was a clear glass angel, with a single crystalline wing. In its hands, it held a pink glass heart. A clear glass halo surrounded its head and a soft smile paired with crescent eyes completed its face.
Eeteuk picked up the card next to it, reading the neat hesitant hangul written inside.
To Yesung
This is the closest thing to a statue of Eeteuk-hyung I could find.
Get better soon,
Henry
He smiled at the gesture the violinist had made and put the card back in its place.
He turned his attention back to the person occupying the bed, listening to his quiet breathing as he slept.
Eeteuk pulled the chair out quietly, sitting down with his elbows resting on top of the pink and white blankets. It was a wonder he was still asleep but artificially-induced sedation could go a long way.
He ran a hand through his hair gently, brushing stray strands out of his eyes. A tear escaped his eye when his hands left with a mass of ink black strands tangled with his fingers.
“Sungie-ah…”
“Jongoon-ah, it’s me, Teukie. I brought you flowers. Peonies. They’re red, your favorite color.”
He smoothed out the wrinkles in the blankets, taking care to straighten Sungmin’s gift (a pink rabbit) and place it next to Yesung’s pillow carefully.
“Get better soon, Sungie. Without you I really am an angel without wings…and I can’t fly without my wings, no? I can’t fly without you, Jongoon-ah, I hope you know that. You know that, right?”
He said that with a sweetness to his voice, but it’s a sad sweetness, the kind of sweetness you felt when you found something you thought you lost forever but when you found it, it was broken beyond repair and strangely you’re still happy to find it just because it makes you remember things.
He held the short but slender fingers in his hand, holding tight enough so that he was sure the younger boy was still there in front of him, but soft enough so that he wouldn’t cause him any unnecessary pain, his thumb caressing the warm skin gently.
He didn’t want to be here, because Yesung was here and he shouldn’t be. Yesung should be at home with his family and happy and strong enough to take a punch from Kangin and throw one back playfully. Not sick and weak and tired, lying in a hospital room that smelled too clean.
The leader squeezed his hand a little tighter, biting his lip so he wouldn’t cry but failing in the end as hot tears made their way down his dimpled cheeks.
“Teukie-ah…Jungsu…don’t cry…don’t cry…” he heard his voice and looked up, startled when he found dark chocolate eyes looking at him tiredly but still happy to see him.
“Ah, Sungie, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you up…” he apologized, wiping his eyes quickly.
“It’s okay…you didn’t wake me…The medicine just wore off I guess…” Yesung replied, moving to sit up on the bed. His movements were slow and weary, the sheets rustling slightly as he accommodated himself.
Eeteuk looked at him tearfully, unable to stop himself from crying.
Awake, Yesung looked even more tired and frail, the result of countless treatments to slow the disease’s spread having weakened his body.
His complexion was pale and deathly white and there was a tired look to his face that wasn’t there four and a half months ago. His dark eyes flickered with a faintly warm glimmer, the glow that used to rival the moon and sun gone in a blur of bitter medicines and painful needles and smiles that held all his heart and whatever strength he could muster.
“Don’t cry, Teukie…You look much better when you’re smiling, I think…”
Yesung smiled softly, weakly, his eyes becoming crescents with black coffee orbs peeking from under his eyelids. Eeteuk smiled back, the gesture broken inside.
But then he started to cough violently, covering his mouth with his hands as he rode it out. Eeteuk jumped onto his feet in worry, leaving for just the blink of an eye to get a glass of water and hand it to the younger member.
He only smiled reassuringly when he was done, setting the empty glass on the bedside table noiselessly.
“I’m tired, Teukie…” he says finally, yawning a little and rubbing his eye lightly with his palm. The older member can’t help but smile faintly at how innocent his face looks at that moment.
“You should go to sleep then, Sungie. You need your energy.” Eeteuk said, pulling the blankets a little higher, Yesung’s white socks peeking out when he did.
“I don’t want to…I can’t see you if I’m asleep.” he said quietly, and Eeteuk smiles.
“Sleep, Jongoon.” The leader ordered with a feather soft smile on his lips.
Yesung’s lips formed a pout which soon became a smile again.
“I’ll go to sleep if you sing to me, Teukie.” He said, smiling still.
Eeteuk sighed, nodding and returning his smile with his own. There wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for Yesung now, partly because it was Yesung who was asking and partly because he wanted him to go to sleep and enter a dream world where everything was perfect and normal again.
Yesung moved over on the bad, moving the blankets so the older member could sit next to him on the bed.
The leader blinked a few times before he yielded and moved to sit next to the younger member. Yesung wrapped himself in Heechul’s blanket and curled up next to Eeteuk’s side, the taller of the two wrapping an arm around his cocooned form.
“What do you want me to sing, Sungie?” Eeteuk asked softly, looking down at Yesung.
Yesung appeared content as he snuggled closer to the leader, smiling softly still, his eyes half-lidded.
“Anything you want…”
In the end, he sang a song he heard from a drama he watched with Ryeowook a few weeks back.
“Kyourdjimothan mankem
Himegyour wo apawado
Nenmeli apelgaryourwado
Gaji mothan ne sarang apedo na uselraeyo
Jamshi ra do kyeote
Haengboghaeton giyog elrel
Gaseme gan jig halkeyo
Du nene su nyohajin jor byuldel chorom
Yong~won~hi”
He was crying silently by now, lifting his free hand to wipe his eyes before Yesung could see, though it wouldn’t have made a difference. Yesung’s eyes were closed, his warm breathes tickling the older member's collarbone.
“Na yo nel man en an ul your yu
Nun muli ga teg cha wa do
Jogi
Jo byuldel chorom
Naesel reyo~
Oh~Oh~
Haengbog haeton giyog modu
Gaseme ganjig halkeyo
Du nene su nyohajin jor byuldel charom
Yong~won~hi…”
He wondered why he had picked such a song in the first place but Yesung seemed to like it, the way he was smiling contently in his sleep.
“…sarang..haeyo…Teukie...” he whispered just when Eeteuk thought he was completely asleep.
The leader looked at him in surprise before smiling ever so slightly and holding him close, the younger member not rejecting the intimate embrace. His smile was the most genuine he had ever seen and he burned it into his memory to remember forever.
“Saranghaeyo…Yesung…” he said as tears, warm and wet, coursed down his cheeks.
It was only then he noticed Yesung’s lack of movement, not even the steady rising and falling of his chest as he breathed.
“Sungie? Yesung?” he turned around on the bed and gently shook Yesung’s shoulders, calling his name softly with a worried tone.
The younger male only fell back against his torso limply, his cheek pressed against his chest. He felt cold and empty, as if all the warmth had fled from his body.
“Yesung? Yesung! No, YESUNG!!” he all but screamed, shaking him as tears fell like waterfalls of saline bursting through unseen dams.
“What, what?!” The rest of Super Junior barged through the door, their faces white as paper when they saw Eeteuk holding a doll-like Yesung in his arms.
“No…” Ryeowook breathed out, not wanting to believe it. “He can’t be…no, it can’t be, he’s not…”
The next moments felt as if someone had taken a remote and slowed down time, the doctor and nurses that seemingly appeared from nowhere trying to stimulate his heart beat with a defibrillator. His chest jumped with each shock sent into it, the drawn out beep of the heart meter deafening to their ears.
Somewhere amidst all that, Eeteuk faintly heard the breaking of glass and looked down to see Henry’s glass angel on the floor.
Only the pink glass heart was cracked.
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*cries* I can’t believe I wrote that…so sad. I’m pathetic, crying over my own fanfiction.
Please tell me what you think of this…
Forgive me killing off Yesungie! I really didn't want to!
Also forgive me for the somewhat anti-climactic ending I know it was horrible...