010. Shiver, Heechul/Heechul.
010. Shiver, Heechul/Heechul.
Thanks to: pinkfluffies
Word count: 499
Archive: 100 Super Junior Fics Challenge
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There it was again, that cold air that came from behind him, hitting him on his neck, making him shiver.
The first time that it happened he was sure that it was all his imagination, but every night that thing got closer and closer and now it was on his bed, laying by his side, breathing on his neck, and then later shifting to the other side, so both of them were facing their backs to each others.
Heechul couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to.
- Witzi witzi araña, subio a su telaraña, vino la lluvia y se la llevo… - He closed his eyes, trying to take the voice out of his head, but it was impossible.
- What are you doing? - He said, taking a deep breath.
- Estoy cantando, ¿Que mas? (I’m singing, what else?)- Said the other person with a voice that sounded so much like his, and yet still so cold and so emotionless that it was making him feel even more scared.
- What are you doing here? -
- Uh, solo vine a visitarte. (I just came to visit you)- It was funny, the fact that the words were spoken in a language that he didn’t know but still he could understand. - O, ¿Que?, ¿Pensaste que podias olvidarte de mi? ¿Que ya me habia ido para siempre? (Or what? Did you think that you could forget about me? That I was gone forever?)
- Shut up… - It wasn’t a request, it was an order.
- La vida no es tan fácil. (Life is not that easy.)- Heechul was desperate, placing his hands over his ears wasn’t helping at all and he was still hearing that damn voice that made him remember things that he didn’t want to. - Yo sigo aqui y… (i’m still here and...)-
He had enough.
- I said shut the fuck off, damit! - He screamed, sitting on his bed and what he saw made him freeze in fear: there, in front of him was no one else but himself, the same image that he saw all the time in the mirror was now facing him in flesh and bones, but still, it was different.
There was no life in those dark eyes, the skin was almost transparent and that smile: It was a smirk that held so much hate...
- … Siempre estare aqui. (I’ll always be here.)- And then just as came, the fake Heechul vanished, leaving the real one hitting the spot where it disappeared over and over again with his pillow.
- It was just your imagination, it was just your imagination… he’s gone; you are not going crazy again. It’s gone, it’s over, it’s over… - He started to chant, rocking himself while holding his pillow again his chest.
And he almost believed what he was saying, but for some reason he still could hear that stupid song playing in his mind… “Witzi, witzi, araña subio a su telaraña…” and it didn’t stop.
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Thanks to: pinkfluffies
Word count: 499
Archive: 100 Super Junior Fics Challenge
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There it was again, that cold air that came from behind him, hitting him on his neck, making him shiver.
The first time that it happened he was sure that it was all his imagination, but every night that thing got closer and closer and now it was on his bed, laying by his side, breathing on his neck, and then later shifting to the other side, so both of them were facing their backs to each others.
Heechul couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to.
- Witzi witzi araña, subio a su telaraña, vino la lluvia y se la llevo… - He closed his eyes, trying to take the voice out of his head, but it was impossible.
- What are you doing? - He said, taking a deep breath.
- Estoy cantando, ¿Que mas? (I’m singing, what else?)- Said the other person with a voice that sounded so much like his, and yet still so cold and so emotionless that it was making him feel even more scared.
- What are you doing here? -
- Uh, solo vine a visitarte. (I just came to visit you)- It was funny, the fact that the words were spoken in a language that he didn’t know but still he could understand. - O, ¿Que?, ¿Pensaste que podias olvidarte de mi? ¿Que ya me habia ido para siempre? (Or what? Did you think that you could forget about me? That I was gone forever?)
- Shut up… - It wasn’t a request, it was an order.
- La vida no es tan fácil. (Life is not that easy.)- Heechul was desperate, placing his hands over his ears wasn’t helping at all and he was still hearing that damn voice that made him remember things that he didn’t want to. - Yo sigo aqui y… (i’m still here and...)-
He had enough.
- I said shut the fuck off, damit! - He screamed, sitting on his bed and what he saw made him freeze in fear: there, in front of him was no one else but himself, the same image that he saw all the time in the mirror was now facing him in flesh and bones, but still, it was different.
There was no life in those dark eyes, the skin was almost transparent and that smile: It was a smirk that held so much hate...
- … Siempre estare aqui. (I’ll always be here.)- And then just as came, the fake Heechul vanished, leaving the real one hitting the spot where it disappeared over and over again with his pillow.
- It was just your imagination, it was just your imagination… he’s gone; you are not going crazy again. It’s gone, it’s over, it’s over… - He started to chant, rocking himself while holding his pillow again his chest.
And he almost believed what he was saying, but for some reason he still could hear that stupid song playing in his mind… “Witzi, witzi, araña subio a su telaraña…” and it didn’t stop.
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