Ballad.
Title: Ballad
Pairing: Yemin/past!Kyumin/Qmi
Genre: Romance, Angst
Type: One shot.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It was not his fault that Sungmin liked guys with good voices.
When he first met Cho Kyuhyun, it was like a dream. He was charming, witty, handsome, everything Sungmin could ever ask for. Kyuhyun came and swept Sungmin off his dainty little feet like a knight in shining armour. He was the one, Sungmin thought. And he couldn't ask for more.
He had a voice of an angel. That voice that was able to capture Sungmin's heart and pull at all his strings. It was toxic, because once Sungmin heard him sing just the first note of any song, it was as though nothing existed anymore and all that mattered was that beautiful man serenading to him.
Kyuhyun had found his weakness, and you bet he was going to use it to his advantage.
No matter how perfect Cho Kyuhyun seemed on the exterior, his heart was made of coal. He was greedy, selfish, cruel and a narcissistic asshole. He found pleasure in other people's pain. And Sungmin didn't know that.
Kyuhyun manipulated him. He used his ever so hypnotising voice to make Sungmin do whatever he wanted. And despite having everything, his evil act didn't stop there.
He wanted to torture Sungmin, and engrave the whole incident clearly in the back of his mind.
There was nothing unusual about this day, Sungmin had a horrible day at work, filling papers, running errands, and just working his ass off to please his boss in hopes that he wouldn't get fired.
"Damn it cho kyuhyun, why did you have to buy that Gucci bag last weekend, i thought you didn't even like branded goods!" Sungmin muttered exasperatedly to himself and he packed up his desk after a long day at work.
He took a cab home, and since he had a quiet moment to himself, he decided what he was going to do when he got back later.
1. To get out of the stinking clothes that did no justice to his body.
2. Urgh... lose weight. He thought to himself.
3. Cook dinner for Kyu, he smiled to himself, maybe.... just a little more effort this time. Its been awhile since he treated his boyfriend.
By the time the cab pulled up, Sungmin had already planned a carefully thought out dinner, right down to the plating and decorations.
He was satisfied with himself, and boy was kyu going to be surprised.
What he didn't expect though, was the scene in his living room.
He walked in, not to an empty living room. Oh it was far worse than that.
Sungmin froze as he saw his boyfriend, on the couch, with another man, on him, that was clearly not Sungmin, in some kind of hot make out session.
He didn't know what to do, all he felt was this sick feeling in his gut followed by a sudden light headedness.
Finally, Kyuhyun looked up to find a pale Sungmin clutching at the door trying in all failed attempts to stop himself from crying. Kyuhyun smirked. So his plan did work after all.
He stopped kissing the stranger for a second and pushed the gangly man off of him. The stranger cried out something that sounded total alien to Sungmin, probably because it was in chinese.
"What... what is this Kyu?" Sungmin said, trembling ever so slightly.
"Don't kyu me, and please, don't give me that pathetic look. you were never good enough for me anyway." Kyuhyun said meanancingly, giving Sungmin a little glare.
Sungmin shruddered. He didn't know who this man was and where he came from. All he knew was that this was not the man he fell in love with.
"Come on zhou mi, we're leaving this dump." Kyuhyun barked to the man.
Zhou mi was furiously typing something on his blackberry, totally oblivious to what kyuhyun was saying. Until kyuhyun threatened to take away his precious gucci bag.
Oh. so thats where the bag went. Sungmin thought.
"Fine fine, geez you're so bossy kui xian" Zhou mi grumbled.
Sungmin watched as the skinny guy who looked like a model, got up from the couch and strutted out the door with Kyuhyun, brushing past Sungmin coldly as he did so.
"Oh btw Sungmin, i drained your bank accounts and took all your savings." Kyuhyun said sinisterly. "Don't bother even trying to report this to the police, you'll regret it."
"Oh and goodbye Sungmin hyung, thanks for everything." Kyuhyun cackled before walking away hand in hand with Zhou mi.
All through this, Sungmin just stared at the scene unfolding before his eyes, he couldn't believe what was happening. His dream guy, turning out to be some lying bastard that just used him for his money.
He felt his knees give in as he collapsed to the floor and burst into tears. He cried, over how foolish he'd been to believe every one of cho kyuhyun's lies. How he'd promised that they would be together, forever, as cheesy as that sounded. He meant what he said.
Now, everything was gone. His money, his boyfriend, and his life.
Sungmin was helpless, and he drank himself till he was numb. Numb from the pain that was hurting him so badly. He gulped down the wine he had left, just pouring it all at once into his mouth, ignoring the mess he made.
His life was already a mess, what was one more? He thought sadly.
After he had drowned himself in all that alcohol, he still wanted more. Sungmin struggled to get up and walk out the front door.
To where? Sungmin didn't know either.
He just walked aimlessly along the streets of Seoul, ignore the whistles he recieved from pedophillic old men, or strange glares he got from random passerbys.
Once he felt like he walked long enough, and his legs felt like giving up, he slowed down and turned into whatever shop he saw open, as long as it serve alcohol it was fine for him.
It was a pub called Midnight Fantasy.
Sungmin stumbled in to the almost empty place and somehow managed to sit himself down at the bar and order two shots which he downed in two gulps.
He was trying to erase all the memories, maybe he thought getting drunk could have helped him. Just to maybe take away the pain for one night, and make it all go away, Kyuhyun, Zhou mi, everything....
A rich voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. This voice, coming from nowhere.
Sungmin glanced around being careful not to cause himself a concussion in the process. He eyes finally landed on the far corner of the place where there was a little stage, and a small man standing on the platform.
His fluffy brown hair covered his chocolate eyes, somehow making his presence such a mystery. His small hands clasped the microphone as he belted out the tunes to an old time classic. He was pretty well dressed, boots, jeans and a crisp white shirt. It was, tasteful.
Sungmin's weakness was what made him cave in to this guy. Because his voice was far better than kyuhyun's. It was deep, raspy and made his heart melt with every single note.
Sungmin's eyes were focused and locked on to his, and the man, strangely, held his gaze. He sang the whole song, not once breaking their intense stares, filled with so much chemistry, it was enough to make the whole place explode.
Once it was over, Sungmin returned back to reality and cursed himself inwardly for falling so easily for someone again. This time, it was going to be different. No one would make use of him anymore.
The man, felt Sungmin's sudden abruptness and raised an eyebrow questionably. Sungmin quickly turned back to the bar to avoid any more contact with him.
But that didn't stop the man though, he trudged on over, until he was right next to Sungmin. He extended a hand out and said, "Hey, my name is Yesung," in a voice that instantly made Sungmin's heart flutter.
Sungmin, not knowing what to do, sat there silently before finally turning to him to say "Sungmin." rather curtly, and then turning away.
Yesung stood there, contemplating, till he said "You know, judging from the way you looked at me just now, i honestly thought you were interested in me... I guess not...." And turned to walk away.
Sungmin instantly felt bad so he blurted out "No no, its not that i'm not, i mean i am but i'm just not ready and i have this really weird thing i do when i hear guys with amazing vocals, i tend to get all these butterflies in my stomach and i really can't help it its just the way i am and i-"
Yesung laughed, cutting off Sungmin in mid sentence.
Sungmin looked down at his feet before he mumbled "I'm rambling aren't i? oh god i'm so sorry. this is so embarrassing, i think i should go now" And stood up from his spot, but Yesung's little hand held on to his arm, stopping him.
"No, don't go... you're... erm, really cute." Yesung said shyly and Sungmin blushed. "even when you ramble." And that made Sungmin giggle.
"So, what brings you here so late at night?" Yesung asked, staring closely at Sungmin's tear stained face and swollen red eyes, "And don't tell me that its cos you wanted a drink, because i won't believe you."
Thats how Sungmin ended up pouring out all that happened with kyuhyun to this man he barely knew.
30 minutes and 5 more shots later, he was sobbing uncontrollably into Yesung's chest.
It was a first for Yesung, dealing with a hysterical drunk man with a broken heart, so he awkwardly patted Sungmin on the back.
Though... he thought, he could get used to it.
After crying into Yesung's chest for awhile Sungmin looked up and wiped away his tears.
"I... I'm sorry i didn't mean to ruin your shirt..." He said lamely.
"Oh this?" Yesung said. "No this is nothing, i've plenty more of these at home."
Shit. he mentally slapped himself. Now Sungmin thinks he's a totaly loser with no sense of style.
Sungmin must have guessed what he was thinking from his expression and gave a small smile. "Thank you, for listening to me, i just needed to get it all out..." Sungmin whispered.
They both looked into each others eyes, and knew that they wanted to do the exact same thing next.
Yesung moved in, and gently planted his lips on to Sungmin's trembling ones. The kiss was soft, and sweet. Filled with understanding. When they broke apart, Yesung said softly to Sungmin.
"I will never hurt you like how he hurt you. And I will help you get through this Sungmin, i promise."
And Sungmin knew, that this time, just maybe, it was going to be right.
I guess it wasn't so bad to fall for guys who could sing after all.
Pairing: Yemin/past!Kyumin/Qmi
Genre: Romance, Angst
Type: One shot.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It was not his fault that Sungmin liked guys with good voices.
When he first met Cho Kyuhyun, it was like a dream. He was charming, witty, handsome, everything Sungmin could ever ask for. Kyuhyun came and swept Sungmin off his dainty little feet like a knight in shining armour. He was the one, Sungmin thought. And he couldn't ask for more.
He had a voice of an angel. That voice that was able to capture Sungmin's heart and pull at all his strings. It was toxic, because once Sungmin heard him sing just the first note of any song, it was as though nothing existed anymore and all that mattered was that beautiful man serenading to him.
Kyuhyun had found his weakness, and you bet he was going to use it to his advantage.
No matter how perfect Cho Kyuhyun seemed on the exterior, his heart was made of coal. He was greedy, selfish, cruel and a narcissistic asshole. He found pleasure in other people's pain. And Sungmin didn't know that.
Kyuhyun manipulated him. He used his ever so hypnotising voice to make Sungmin do whatever he wanted. And despite having everything, his evil act didn't stop there.
He wanted to torture Sungmin, and engrave the whole incident clearly in the back of his mind.
There was nothing unusual about this day, Sungmin had a horrible day at work, filling papers, running errands, and just working his ass off to please his boss in hopes that he wouldn't get fired.
"Damn it cho kyuhyun, why did you have to buy that Gucci bag last weekend, i thought you didn't even like branded goods!" Sungmin muttered exasperatedly to himself and he packed up his desk after a long day at work.
He took a cab home, and since he had a quiet moment to himself, he decided what he was going to do when he got back later.
1. To get out of the stinking clothes that did no justice to his body.
2. Urgh... lose weight. He thought to himself.
3. Cook dinner for Kyu, he smiled to himself, maybe.... just a little more effort this time. Its been awhile since he treated his boyfriend.
By the time the cab pulled up, Sungmin had already planned a carefully thought out dinner, right down to the plating and decorations.
He was satisfied with himself, and boy was kyu going to be surprised.
What he didn't expect though, was the scene in his living room.
He walked in, not to an empty living room. Oh it was far worse than that.
Sungmin froze as he saw his boyfriend, on the couch, with another man, on him, that was clearly not Sungmin, in some kind of hot make out session.
He didn't know what to do, all he felt was this sick feeling in his gut followed by a sudden light headedness.
Finally, Kyuhyun looked up to find a pale Sungmin clutching at the door trying in all failed attempts to stop himself from crying. Kyuhyun smirked. So his plan did work after all.
He stopped kissing the stranger for a second and pushed the gangly man off of him. The stranger cried out something that sounded total alien to Sungmin, probably because it was in chinese.
"What... what is this Kyu?" Sungmin said, trembling ever so slightly.
"Don't kyu me, and please, don't give me that pathetic look. you were never good enough for me anyway." Kyuhyun said meanancingly, giving Sungmin a little glare.
Sungmin shruddered. He didn't know who this man was and where he came from. All he knew was that this was not the man he fell in love with.
"Come on zhou mi, we're leaving this dump." Kyuhyun barked to the man.
Zhou mi was furiously typing something on his blackberry, totally oblivious to what kyuhyun was saying. Until kyuhyun threatened to take away his precious gucci bag.
Oh. so thats where the bag went. Sungmin thought.
"Fine fine, geez you're so bossy kui xian" Zhou mi grumbled.
Sungmin watched as the skinny guy who looked like a model, got up from the couch and strutted out the door with Kyuhyun, brushing past Sungmin coldly as he did so.
"Oh btw Sungmin, i drained your bank accounts and took all your savings." Kyuhyun said sinisterly. "Don't bother even trying to report this to the police, you'll regret it."
"Oh and goodbye Sungmin hyung, thanks for everything." Kyuhyun cackled before walking away hand in hand with Zhou mi.
All through this, Sungmin just stared at the scene unfolding before his eyes, he couldn't believe what was happening. His dream guy, turning out to be some lying bastard that just used him for his money.
He felt his knees give in as he collapsed to the floor and burst into tears. He cried, over how foolish he'd been to believe every one of cho kyuhyun's lies. How he'd promised that they would be together, forever, as cheesy as that sounded. He meant what he said.
Now, everything was gone. His money, his boyfriend, and his life.
Sungmin was helpless, and he drank himself till he was numb. Numb from the pain that was hurting him so badly. He gulped down the wine he had left, just pouring it all at once into his mouth, ignoring the mess he made.
His life was already a mess, what was one more? He thought sadly.
After he had drowned himself in all that alcohol, he still wanted more. Sungmin struggled to get up and walk out the front door.
To where? Sungmin didn't know either.
He just walked aimlessly along the streets of Seoul, ignore the whistles he recieved from pedophillic old men, or strange glares he got from random passerbys.
Once he felt like he walked long enough, and his legs felt like giving up, he slowed down and turned into whatever shop he saw open, as long as it serve alcohol it was fine for him.
It was a pub called Midnight Fantasy.
Sungmin stumbled in to the almost empty place and somehow managed to sit himself down at the bar and order two shots which he downed in two gulps.
He was trying to erase all the memories, maybe he thought getting drunk could have helped him. Just to maybe take away the pain for one night, and make it all go away, Kyuhyun, Zhou mi, everything....
A rich voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. This voice, coming from nowhere.
Sungmin glanced around being careful not to cause himself a concussion in the process. He eyes finally landed on the far corner of the place where there was a little stage, and a small man standing on the platform.
His fluffy brown hair covered his chocolate eyes, somehow making his presence such a mystery. His small hands clasped the microphone as he belted out the tunes to an old time classic. He was pretty well dressed, boots, jeans and a crisp white shirt. It was, tasteful.
Sungmin's weakness was what made him cave in to this guy. Because his voice was far better than kyuhyun's. It was deep, raspy and made his heart melt with every single note.
Sungmin's eyes were focused and locked on to his, and the man, strangely, held his gaze. He sang the whole song, not once breaking their intense stares, filled with so much chemistry, it was enough to make the whole place explode.
Once it was over, Sungmin returned back to reality and cursed himself inwardly for falling so easily for someone again. This time, it was going to be different. No one would make use of him anymore.
The man, felt Sungmin's sudden abruptness and raised an eyebrow questionably. Sungmin quickly turned back to the bar to avoid any more contact with him.
But that didn't stop the man though, he trudged on over, until he was right next to Sungmin. He extended a hand out and said, "Hey, my name is Yesung," in a voice that instantly made Sungmin's heart flutter.
Sungmin, not knowing what to do, sat there silently before finally turning to him to say "Sungmin." rather curtly, and then turning away.
Yesung stood there, contemplating, till he said "You know, judging from the way you looked at me just now, i honestly thought you were interested in me... I guess not...." And turned to walk away.
Sungmin instantly felt bad so he blurted out "No no, its not that i'm not, i mean i am but i'm just not ready and i have this really weird thing i do when i hear guys with amazing vocals, i tend to get all these butterflies in my stomach and i really can't help it its just the way i am and i-"
Yesung laughed, cutting off Sungmin in mid sentence.
Sungmin looked down at his feet before he mumbled "I'm rambling aren't i? oh god i'm so sorry. this is so embarrassing, i think i should go now" And stood up from his spot, but Yesung's little hand held on to his arm, stopping him.
"No, don't go... you're... erm, really cute." Yesung said shyly and Sungmin blushed. "even when you ramble." And that made Sungmin giggle.
"So, what brings you here so late at night?" Yesung asked, staring closely at Sungmin's tear stained face and swollen red eyes, "And don't tell me that its cos you wanted a drink, because i won't believe you."
Thats how Sungmin ended up pouring out all that happened with kyuhyun to this man he barely knew.
30 minutes and 5 more shots later, he was sobbing uncontrollably into Yesung's chest.
It was a first for Yesung, dealing with a hysterical drunk man with a broken heart, so he awkwardly patted Sungmin on the back.
Though... he thought, he could get used to it.
After crying into Yesung's chest for awhile Sungmin looked up and wiped away his tears.
"I... I'm sorry i didn't mean to ruin your shirt..." He said lamely.
"Oh this?" Yesung said. "No this is nothing, i've plenty more of these at home."
Shit. he mentally slapped himself. Now Sungmin thinks he's a totaly loser with no sense of style.
Sungmin must have guessed what he was thinking from his expression and gave a small smile. "Thank you, for listening to me, i just needed to get it all out..." Sungmin whispered.
They both looked into each others eyes, and knew that they wanted to do the exact same thing next.
Yesung moved in, and gently planted his lips on to Sungmin's trembling ones. The kiss was soft, and sweet. Filled with understanding. When they broke apart, Yesung said softly to Sungmin.
"I will never hurt you like how he hurt you. And I will help you get through this Sungmin, i promise."
And Sungmin knew, that this time, just maybe, it was going to be right.
I guess it wasn't so bad to fall for guys who could sing after all.