Musical
Title: Musical
Author: Redeim
Genre: angst-ish; some happy
Pairing: SeungSung
Rating: PG for mentions of death and sex and stuff…
Summary: An unexpected continuation of Denied and Wedding. I thought of the plot on the way to see Phantom of the Opera. I knew it was by Andrew Lloyd Webber, who also made Cats. Naturally, I thought of Cats and thought of DaeSungie. Oh, and DaeSung’s sister finally gets a name in this one.
Disclaimer: Cats and Phantom of the Opera belong to Andrew Lloyd Webber. I still own Big Bang. :P
“DaeSungie yah~ you have to come, I know you’ll love it.” SoonDae urged me over the phone.
I thought a moment; this was an opportunity of a lifetime. “He’ll really be there?” I asked.
She gave me an “mmhmm,” and I know she was nodding excitingly.
“And you’re sure he’ll want to meet me?” I ask skeptically.
SeungRi walks in and climbs onto my desk, listening curiously.
“Yes, DaeSungie, come on, you have to come!” My sister urges me again.
“Is it just you and your husband?” I ask her.
“Yes, and grandma and grandpa are coming too. They got me the tickets.” She explains.
“Fine, what day was it?”
“December 22; it’s a day off for you.” She explains.
I nod, and give SeungRi a smile; he returns a half-hearted one, not knowing what was going on.
“Alright noona, I’ll see you then.” I tell her and hang up. I can’t hide my smile as SeungRi asks a small, “who was that?”
“My grandparents gave my sister and her husband tickets to see Phantom of the Opera.” I take a breath as a rush of excitement washes over me. “Andrew Lloyd Webber is actually going to be there, and I guess my grandparents have connections and told him I played in Cats; he said he look forward to meeting me!” I told my lover excitedly.
SeungRi gave me a true smile and a hug, “That’s awesome hyung! Get me an autograph.” He winked to show he was joking.
“I will, I will~” I told him excitedly, “I’ll get an autograph for each band member.” I promised as an after thought.
The day of the musical, I was a strange mix of nervous, excited, and for some reason, apprehensive. I guess a part of me figured it wouldn’t go from my play-loving grandparents past my play-loving parents to my sister.
“Are you gonna be driving or is your sister picking you up?” TOP asks me curiously.
“I’m driving to her house, and then we’re going to the theater together.” I tell him, and he gives a small nod. I had gotten my license with my 20th birthday, and my parents and sister had gotten me a car. I check my appearance in the mirror we had in the hallway, (one of GDragon hyung’s ideas, of course.) I had dressed in a button down shirt and a pair of slacks, hoping I would look nice enough.
“Don’t forget your English when you meet him.” The aforementioned leader teases, and I can only manage a nervous smile.
“I won’t.” I tell him, hoping it was the truth.
“Cause I mean, your English does need improvement.” He continues teasing.
“Hyung! I’m nervous enough, do you have to, really?” I whine to him.
He gives me a pat on the back and a smile. “Drive safe. Be home before midnight.” He finishes, and I give him a nod absent-mindedly.
The feeling from earlier resurfaces as I see my parent’s car outside my sister’s house. I find a parking space and go into the house, my stomach dropping as I see them, and this time, SeungRi’s not here to help.
My sister smiles as my parents return my shocked look, “I knew you wouldn’t come if I told either of you the other was coming, so I kept that part out. Can we please enjoy this as a family and get along for just one day?” SoonDae pleads to me and our parents.
I nod and my parents do the same, and I’m suddenly glad I brought my iPod.
The way to the theater is silent, except for my sister talking with her husband and me quietly singing along to music.
We get sat next to the Andrew Lloyd Webber and I feel breathless for the majority of the show; only added on by the amazing effects of the play itself.
After the play, we talked a bit with him, and he told me he had seen one of my performances, and really liked it.
“But… What bring…s you to Korea?” I ask him, glad I could manage out English at this moment. I felt my parents watching me, and it only added to the overwhelming emotions I was feeling.
“I heard they had just started the production of Cats. I wanted to see it.” He tells me, and I give him a nod.
We didn’t get to talk much more as he had to go, but I had managed to get the autograph I promised SeungRi, as well a discount on some Phantom of the Opera merchandise for the rest of the band and the family.
On the way to get dinner, I overheard my sister in the back of the van talking in an angered hush to my parents. I know she didn’t mean for me to hear it, but I let curiosity get the better of me.
“I can’t believe you!” She tells my parents.
“What?” My mother asks her defensively.
“I planned this day so DaeSungie and you and dad could have fun; this sort of situation is hurting him.” She growls, and I’m brought to attention the sinking feeling I’ve been trying to hide all day is apparent.
I stare out the window into the dark night and the lights of the city, mouthing words to the song playing on my iPod.
“We didn’t do anything.” My mother replied.
“You’re ignoring him. Think of it this way, if you or dad died, how would DaeSungie remember you? He’d remember happy times, but what would be stuck is the fact that you practically disowned him. Do you want that?” SoonDae challenged, and I heard my mother gasp. I wonder how her face looked at that moment.
It was true, what my sister said. I really wouldn’t have much to think about if they died right now…
Would they want me at their funeral? I wonder…
“Now reverse it, if DaeSungie died, the last thing he’d think of you guys is how you left him.” My sister continues. Her husband tries to calm her down, but she’s too far gone in attempting to get me accepted again.
“I don’t… want that.” My mother finally responds after a long pause, a lot of thought.
“It’s stupid to abandon your son because of who he loves, mother. I don’t agree with it either, but I’m not going to stop him from loving someone.” SoonDae adds, and I know she’s sitting straight up with her arms crossed, trying to look important and caring at the same time (This was really funny when we were little, and it got us everything we wanted. My sister was always good at arguing).
“I suppose…” She clears her throat, and I hear my name.
I turn around and pause my music, “what is it?” I ask, realizing this was the first look I gave my mother since telling her off at SoonDae’s wedding about two weeks ago.
“We’re at dinner,” My grandpa suddenly announces.
“We’ll talk when we get home.” My mother replies, silenced by the thought of talking about this in public, I assume.
By the time we got home, I was tired and not really looking forward to driving back to the Big Bang house. My mother and father pulled me aside, and SoonDae looked on protectively.
“I’ll admit we haven’t been… rational.” My mother begins, looking to my father.
I remain silent, giving a curt nod.
“You are our son first and foremost,” my mother continues, my father nodding in agreement (He never said much; even before this whole incident, we were kind of awkward-he always liked my sister better).
“And… I’m sorry for the way we treated you these past few months. I cannot bring myself to accept your…” I held my breath as she thought of a word to describe SeungRi and I, “your… Love. But that is no excuse to ignore that you are our son.” She said, and she looked on the verge of tears; apparently, the speech my sister gave really hit her hard.
“If you can forgive us, I’d like you come spend Christmas with us.” My mother offered, pulling me into a hug.
I pull back after a few seconds, “I’d like to say I forgive you and pretend none of this ever happened, but I can’t just forget and erase the last few months. I would love to join you for Christmas though,” I look to my sister and give her a smile, “As long as noona will be there, and her husband.”
“Of course I will be, silly,” SoonDae replies, scoffing, the smile never leaving her face.
“I understand. When can we expect you?” My mother asks, a bit of relief showing through.
“Um… The band has something on Christmas Eve, and I don’t know how long that will last. I’ll play it safe and say around two?” I try, and my parents nod their okay.
“Bring SeungRi, he’s a cutie,” SoonDae tells me suddenly, and I blush.
“Noona… I don’t know if that’s a good ide-” I start.
“No, I’d like to meet him properly.” My mother tells me, a bit strained.
I nod and smile, “Okay, I’ll bring him. I think he said his parents would be out for Christmas anyway.”
(SoonDae’s PoV)
I was relieved to see DaeSungie getting along with our parents again, and when he left for Big Bang that night, I saw the happiness he had been missing all these months.
“SoonDae, what is this “SeungRi” like?” My mother asks, and I smile.
“He’s a sweet kid, a year younger than DaeSungie. They take good care of each other.” I tell her.
“Have they…” My mother begins, and her face paling didn’t need to be the hint that displayed what she was asking.
I give her a menacing smile, “Oh yeah, it shows all over them. DaeSungie won’t tell me anything though. I spied on him on time when I let him bring SeungRi over; they did it like five-”
“That’s enough.” My mother cuts off, looking sick.
My smile widens. “They’ll most likely behave around you guys, don’t worry.” I assure her, patting her shoulder.
“See you on Christmas, dear.” My mother says as dad honks the horns, having been sent to warm up the car when DaeSungie had left.
“Bye~” I tell her, giving her a hug. “Mom,” I call as she’s halfway to the car.
“What is it?” She asks, turning around.
“Thank you, for accepting DaeSungie again.” I tell her, and we share a smile with each other.
“Thank you for opening my eyes to a large mistake.” She replies before going into the car.
I can’t shake my smile as I cuddle into my husband’s arms; things were okay now.
Note: DaeSung is 20 in Korea, for those who don’t know.