50 words challenge [4/50]
Title: Silence 41/50
Pairing: friendship!OTP5
Fandom: SS501
Rating: PG
Genre: angst
Summary: They should have stuffed him into his bed, locked the door and called the ambulance.
It was perhaps three in the morning when the piercing ringing of a phone echoed through the dark apartment. Sheets rustled around in annoyance before finally being lifted, relieving messed up dark hair and tired eyes, blinking confused into the dark.
A pair of bare feed was dragged over the wooden floor and a slurred "HyunJong here," finally ended the nightly disturbance.
The boy was still half asleep, lazily scratching the skin beneath the cotton of his pyjama as he listened to the hushed voice at the other end of the line. A silent yawn left his lips and he tried to blink away the tear in his eye before he suddenly went still.
He nodded, totally oblivious to the fact that the other end of the line wouldn't realize it before he hung up, eyes wide and blood rushing in his ears.
The other three where up at once, all squished together in the small car, eyes wide and clammy hands grabbing each other's.
HyungJun's gaze was blank, teary eyes staring out into the streets before a reflection in the clouded glass caught his attention.
Jungmin was chewing on his lower lip.
Staring out of the window, he wasn't even realizing it was already drawing blood before gentle fingers ghosted over his skin, distracting his lip and their Maknae sent him a faint smile.
"Everything will be alright."
He nodded, eyes already averted again.
**********
It had all started with a simple cough, nothing too serious to worry about they had thought, he had thought. So they gave him a few pills, KyuJong made tea with honeymilk and everything would be fine again.
They should have stuffed him into his bed, locked the door and called the ambulance, but they hadn't and the cough got worse.
It suddenly evolved and grew in strength, showing the same signs of negligence like an orchid, rotting on some windowsill between porcelain sculptures and flowered curtains.
They still ignored with worried faces, unsure side gazes and hesitant voiced "Are you alright?" and "Take a rest."
What a silly, foolish folk of idiots.
It had been weeks already and they still watched as his eyes started clouding and the voice grew softer day by day.
He was creeping around, hiding in their breaks and in between their schedule, always wearing a small smile that twisted their hearts in fear and worry.
On a Monday morning KyuJong finally determined to clamp down on stubborn words and claimed ignorance, cornering the dark haired in his room, this time not willing to give in.
The day ended with harsh words, coughing fits and hidden tears in between screamed insults on both sides before everyone finally calmed down again and the silence came back for the night.
An appointment was made the next day and HyunJong could finally breath again. But for how long?
It was already two days later, a Wednesday evening, JungMin stormed out of the bathroom face dangerously expended and tears blinking in the corners of his eyes. They all could see something was wrong without looking at their raven haired lead vocalist trailing behind him, head down and shoulders limp, the bloody cloth still clutched in his shaking hand.
Another day and the results came in.
HyunJoong had to bite down hard on his lip in attempt not to choke out loudly as they were all staring down in fear.
A single word written black on white:
Tumour
**********
They were out of the car in an instant, down the white corridors and up with the elevator. The dark thoughts piling up in their heads, badly hidden beneath white walls and mocking through the clear glass of automatic doors.
Another corridor, another turn, then the third door on the right and they stopped, slumping down on cheap plastic chairs in front of a vending machine selling decaffeinated pick-me-up's.
The medic came out and their hands automatically found each others, clutching hard as the man looked up with a faint shook of his head.
"I'm sorry."
The words were washing over them like some caustic acid ready to turn their insides out, tugging on their minds and sending shivers down their spines as they finally entered the room.
He was staring outside, sitting on one of these makeshift hospital beds they came to hate, looking way to fragile and small in the oversized white gown, squished in between a beeping monitor and eerie tubes.
"Saeng..?" The Maknae choked and KyuJong grabbed his hand even tighter as the smallest of them turned around.
The tearstains were painfully obvious against his pale skin as his lip quivered under the strain of a fake smile.
He tried to laugh, to promise them that everything would be alright, but his mouth moved to some unknown melody as time slowed down around them and HyunJong could feel his legs giving out as YoungSaeng's high pitched tenor screamed inaudible in the inside of their heads.
'It's gone..'
Pairing: friendship!OTP5
Fandom: SS501
Rating: PG
Genre: angst
Summary: They should have stuffed him into his bed, locked the door and called the ambulance.
It was perhaps three in the morning when the piercing ringing of a phone echoed through the dark apartment. Sheets rustled around in annoyance before finally being lifted, relieving messed up dark hair and tired eyes, blinking confused into the dark.
A pair of bare feed was dragged over the wooden floor and a slurred "HyunJong here," finally ended the nightly disturbance.
The boy was still half asleep, lazily scratching the skin beneath the cotton of his pyjama as he listened to the hushed voice at the other end of the line. A silent yawn left his lips and he tried to blink away the tear in his eye before he suddenly went still.
He nodded, totally oblivious to the fact that the other end of the line wouldn't realize it before he hung up, eyes wide and blood rushing in his ears.
The other three where up at once, all squished together in the small car, eyes wide and clammy hands grabbing each other's.
HyungJun's gaze was blank, teary eyes staring out into the streets before a reflection in the clouded glass caught his attention.
Jungmin was chewing on his lower lip.
Staring out of the window, he wasn't even realizing it was already drawing blood before gentle fingers ghosted over his skin, distracting his lip and their Maknae sent him a faint smile.
"Everything will be alright."
He nodded, eyes already averted again.
**********
It had all started with a simple cough, nothing too serious to worry about they had thought, he had thought. So they gave him a few pills, KyuJong made tea with honeymilk and everything would be fine again.
They should have stuffed him into his bed, locked the door and called the ambulance, but they hadn't and the cough got worse.
It suddenly evolved and grew in strength, showing the same signs of negligence like an orchid, rotting on some windowsill between porcelain sculptures and flowered curtains.
They still ignored with worried faces, unsure side gazes and hesitant voiced "Are you alright?" and "Take a rest."
What a silly, foolish folk of idiots.
It had been weeks already and they still watched as his eyes started clouding and the voice grew softer day by day.
He was creeping around, hiding in their breaks and in between their schedule, always wearing a small smile that twisted their hearts in fear and worry.
On a Monday morning KyuJong finally determined to clamp down on stubborn words and claimed ignorance, cornering the dark haired in his room, this time not willing to give in.
The day ended with harsh words, coughing fits and hidden tears in between screamed insults on both sides before everyone finally calmed down again and the silence came back for the night.
An appointment was made the next day and HyunJong could finally breath again. But for how long?
It was already two days later, a Wednesday evening, JungMin stormed out of the bathroom face dangerously expended and tears blinking in the corners of his eyes. They all could see something was wrong without looking at their raven haired lead vocalist trailing behind him, head down and shoulders limp, the bloody cloth still clutched in his shaking hand.
Another day and the results came in.
HyunJoong had to bite down hard on his lip in attempt not to choke out loudly as they were all staring down in fear.
A single word written black on white:
Tumour
**********
They were out of the car in an instant, down the white corridors and up with the elevator. The dark thoughts piling up in their heads, badly hidden beneath white walls and mocking through the clear glass of automatic doors.
Another corridor, another turn, then the third door on the right and they stopped, slumping down on cheap plastic chairs in front of a vending machine selling decaffeinated pick-me-up's.
The medic came out and their hands automatically found each others, clutching hard as the man looked up with a faint shook of his head.
"I'm sorry."
The words were washing over them like some caustic acid ready to turn their insides out, tugging on their minds and sending shivers down their spines as they finally entered the room.
He was staring outside, sitting on one of these makeshift hospital beds they came to hate, looking way to fragile and small in the oversized white gown, squished in between a beeping monitor and eerie tubes.
"Saeng..?" The Maknae choked and KyuJong grabbed his hand even tighter as the smallest of them turned around.
The tearstains were painfully obvious against his pale skin as his lip quivered under the strain of a fake smile.
He tried to laugh, to promise them that everything would be alright, but his mouth moved to some unknown melody as time slowed down around them and HyunJong could feel his legs giving out as YoungSaeng's high pitched tenor screamed inaudible in the inside of their heads.
'It's gone..'