[Super Junior] At the End of All Things, PG, Gen, KiHae
At the End of All Things
Super Junior, Kibum/Donghae, PG, 690 words
I wanted to tell you, I've always loved you.
You'll never be more beautiful to me than you are right now, your skin shining with sweat and tears in your eyes. The lights are hot and bright, but your smile is brighter still. The screams surround us, a deafening roar that almost drowns out the way my blood rushes in my ears. It's been so long since I've felt this way. I've almost forgotten what this kind of high feels like.
There's glitter in your hair and it falls from you in a shower of sparkles as you lean towards me. Your hand is warm, sweaty, as it grasps my upper arm and pulls me close.
"Super," you shout in my ear, and your mic catches the sound and broadcasts it throughout the arena.
"Junior," I say back, because it's what you expect. The shout is echoed by thousands of voices screaming in unison.
You've been doing this all night. We've been doing this all night. It's the last night, and Jungsu hasn't been able to stop crying. But everyone is suspiciously teary-eyed, so no one has the right to judge.
"I'm glad you're here," you tell me. These words are lower, quieter: just for me.
My heart feels like it's being squeezed so tight I can't breathe.
You're smiling like you've never forgotten how, wide and beautiful. There's joy in your laughter and in the way your arm slides around me, comfortable, like it's always belonged there. I can't take my eyes off you. I can't help following your every move, feeling like there's only the two of us on this enormous stage when there's really thirteen. Fifteen. Four thousand, give or take a few.
I don't know if you ever knew, but it's always been you for me. If I had a spotlight, you would always be under it, living free and wild, uninhibited and passionate.
The music swells and changes. Familiar chords ring in my ears and you sway to the beat, pulling me along.
"Life couldn't get better," I sing, and I can't help the smile.
I never seem to be able to help the smile around you.
You leave me into the first verse, running down the stage to light up someone else's life. I walk the other way. I sing with Heechul. Siwon. Kyuhyun.
In the end, I find myself at your side again. You link our hands, and I remember filming an MV in the cold seven years ago and the warmth of your hand then. You turn to grin at me, singing with all your heart.
This is the end, with the lights in my eyes and all of us in a row. This is the end, with tears blurring my vision and a hot sting in my throat, your hand tight in mine and Jungsu's voice breaking as he says "Thank you" and "I love you."
We each say our goodbyes. Your voice is steady when you shout, "I love you, ELF. Forever!" They roar in response, their love that has kept us all going for eight years as unwavering as ever. You step back and now it's my turn. I don't know what to say. I was never the eloquent one. I left that to Jungsu and Youngwoon and Heechul.
"Thank you for our eight years," I say at last, looking up into the sea of sapphire blue. "I love you."
When I step back beside you, my eyes meet yours. You're sweaty and glittery and there are tear tracks down your cheeks. I want to rub my thumbs over them until they disappear, and make you laugh until you forget you've ever known sadness. It's been eight years for us, as Super Junior, but it's been longer for us, as you and me.
"Donghae," I say, as Ryeowook shouts to the crowd. I lean in close to you. I've been confessing for what feels like years now, but sometimes the words just need to be said. I've been looking for the right time.
"Donghae," I tell you, "I love you."
This is the end. Your eyes are wet again as you look at me, but you're smiling.
This is a beginning.
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Started/Finished: 2009.11.11
Super Junior, Kibum/Donghae, PG, 690 words
I wanted to tell you, I've always loved you.
You'll never be more beautiful to me than you are right now, your skin shining with sweat and tears in your eyes. The lights are hot and bright, but your smile is brighter still. The screams surround us, a deafening roar that almost drowns out the way my blood rushes in my ears. It's been so long since I've felt this way. I've almost forgotten what this kind of high feels like.
There's glitter in your hair and it falls from you in a shower of sparkles as you lean towards me. Your hand is warm, sweaty, as it grasps my upper arm and pulls me close.
"Super," you shout in my ear, and your mic catches the sound and broadcasts it throughout the arena.
"Junior," I say back, because it's what you expect. The shout is echoed by thousands of voices screaming in unison.
You've been doing this all night. We've been doing this all night. It's the last night, and Jungsu hasn't been able to stop crying. But everyone is suspiciously teary-eyed, so no one has the right to judge.
"I'm glad you're here," you tell me. These words are lower, quieter: just for me.
My heart feels like it's being squeezed so tight I can't breathe.
You're smiling like you've never forgotten how, wide and beautiful. There's joy in your laughter and in the way your arm slides around me, comfortable, like it's always belonged there. I can't take my eyes off you. I can't help following your every move, feeling like there's only the two of us on this enormous stage when there's really thirteen. Fifteen. Four thousand, give or take a few.
I don't know if you ever knew, but it's always been you for me. If I had a spotlight, you would always be under it, living free and wild, uninhibited and passionate.
The music swells and changes. Familiar chords ring in my ears and you sway to the beat, pulling me along.
"Life couldn't get better," I sing, and I can't help the smile.
I never seem to be able to help the smile around you.
You leave me into the first verse, running down the stage to light up someone else's life. I walk the other way. I sing with Heechul. Siwon. Kyuhyun.
In the end, I find myself at your side again. You link our hands, and I remember filming an MV in the cold seven years ago and the warmth of your hand then. You turn to grin at me, singing with all your heart.
This is the end, with the lights in my eyes and all of us in a row. This is the end, with tears blurring my vision and a hot sting in my throat, your hand tight in mine and Jungsu's voice breaking as he says "Thank you" and "I love you."
We each say our goodbyes. Your voice is steady when you shout, "I love you, ELF. Forever!" They roar in response, their love that has kept us all going for eight years as unwavering as ever. You step back and now it's my turn. I don't know what to say. I was never the eloquent one. I left that to Jungsu and Youngwoon and Heechul.
"Thank you for our eight years," I say at last, looking up into the sea of sapphire blue. "I love you."
When I step back beside you, my eyes meet yours. You're sweaty and glittery and there are tear tracks down your cheeks. I want to rub my thumbs over them until they disappear, and make you laugh until you forget you've ever known sadness. It's been eight years for us, as Super Junior, but it's been longer for us, as you and me.
"Donghae," I say, as Ryeowook shouts to the crowd. I lean in close to you. I've been confessing for what feels like years now, but sometimes the words just need to be said. I've been looking for the right time.
"Donghae," I tell you, "I love you."
This is the end. Your eyes are wet again as you look at me, but you're smiling.
This is a beginning.
--
Started/Finished: 2009.11.11