099. Apples, Writer's Choice: Siwon / Kibum
Title: Apples
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Pairing: SiBum
Summary: Looking at Kibum’s still, unconscious form, Siwon can’t help but feel like a little child again -- small, uncertain, helpless.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Warning: Coma-induced Kibum
Spot: awesomequeen
“Kibum.” Siwon whispers, eyes brimming with unshed tears. He stands, staring at the figure, eyes closed and unmoving on the hospital bed. “Kibum, please wake up...”
The deafening roar of silence is the only reply he gets, interrupted by the occasional rhythmic beep of the monitor, reporting the condition of Kibum’s heart.
Explosion.
Flung on impact.
Brain damage.
Coma.
The doctor’s words run through Siwon’s brain, familiar but alien all the same. He sniffs, tears threatening to escape as the scent of anti-septic spray burns his nostrils.
Looking at Kibum’s still, unconscious form, Siwon can’t help but feel like a little child again -- small, uncertain, helpless.
He doesn’t know what to do.
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Siwon stands in line at the grocer's, fidgeting in slight impatience as he waits for his turn at the counter.
Finally, he gets it, and the grocer, an enthusiastic woman, in her thrities perhaps, serves him. “Hi, how can I help you?” she asks, beaming in such a contagious manner that Siwon can’t help but return an involuntary smile.
He buys a bag of apples, knowing very well that they are Kibum’s favourite. You see, Siwon is cheesy like that.
When he reaches the hospital, Siwon politely greets the nurses. Some are equally friendly, while the grouchy ones don’t go so far as to give a grunt of response.
He makes his way towards Kibum’s ward, takes a deep breath before turning the door-knob, then walks in like he has been doing for the past month.
“Hey, Bummie.” he tells the younger man, still lying on those white sheets, limbs not twitching one bit. “I brought some apples! The thing is, I didn't know if you preffered the red or green ones, so... I got you a bit of both.” he continues on with his one-man-babble, grabbing a basket to place said fruits into.
He tells Kibum about his day as always; about the recent happenings in the SuJu dorm. From the minor details of Hyukjae and Kyuhyun fighting over the last piece of chicken at the dinner table, to the way Leeteuk yells at them to stop bickering; Siwon tells him everything -- he doesn’t want Kibum to miss out on anything. Not again.
Siwon's tone is light, but inside, his heart is being hammered with, the cracks worsening the longer Kibum stays asleep.
"Just like Snow White..." Siwon thinks, scoffing bitterly at the irony. "Could I be your Prince Charming?" He contemplates giving Kibum a peck on the lips, but being the gentleman he is, refrains from doing so.
Soon, it is time to leave; a nurse pokes her head through the door, announcing the end of visiting hours.
"Wake up soon, okay?" Siwon asks with a heavy heart, taking hold of Kibum's hand, limp and lifeless in his own. He hesitates at the door, not wanting to go just yet; not knowing what to do next.
"I love you, Kibum." he whispers the confession, saying it out loud for the first time. "Wake up, so I can tell you for real"
And the apples are left behind, even though Siwon knows Kibum won't be waking up anytime soon. He leaves them there, and he prays; he prays for a miracle.
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Pairing: SiBum
Summary: Looking at Kibum’s still, unconscious form, Siwon can’t help but feel like a little child again -- small, uncertain, helpless.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Warning: Coma-induced Kibum
Spot: awesomequeen
“Kibum.” Siwon whispers, eyes brimming with unshed tears. He stands, staring at the figure, eyes closed and unmoving on the hospital bed. “Kibum, please wake up...”
The deafening roar of silence is the only reply he gets, interrupted by the occasional rhythmic beep of the monitor, reporting the condition of Kibum’s heart.
Explosion.
Flung on impact.
Brain damage.
Coma.
The doctor’s words run through Siwon’s brain, familiar but alien all the same. He sniffs, tears threatening to escape as the scent of anti-septic spray burns his nostrils.
Looking at Kibum’s still, unconscious form, Siwon can’t help but feel like a little child again -- small, uncertain, helpless.
He doesn’t know what to do.
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Siwon stands in line at the grocer's, fidgeting in slight impatience as he waits for his turn at the counter.
Finally, he gets it, and the grocer, an enthusiastic woman, in her thrities perhaps, serves him. “Hi, how can I help you?” she asks, beaming in such a contagious manner that Siwon can’t help but return an involuntary smile.
He buys a bag of apples, knowing very well that they are Kibum’s favourite. You see, Siwon is cheesy like that.
When he reaches the hospital, Siwon politely greets the nurses. Some are equally friendly, while the grouchy ones don’t go so far as to give a grunt of response.
He makes his way towards Kibum’s ward, takes a deep breath before turning the door-knob, then walks in like he has been doing for the past month.
“Hey, Bummie.” he tells the younger man, still lying on those white sheets, limbs not twitching one bit. “I brought some apples! The thing is, I didn't know if you preffered the red or green ones, so... I got you a bit of both.” he continues on with his one-man-babble, grabbing a basket to place said fruits into.
He tells Kibum about his day as always; about the recent happenings in the SuJu dorm. From the minor details of Hyukjae and Kyuhyun fighting over the last piece of chicken at the dinner table, to the way Leeteuk yells at them to stop bickering; Siwon tells him everything -- he doesn’t want Kibum to miss out on anything. Not again.
Siwon's tone is light, but inside, his heart is being hammered with, the cracks worsening the longer Kibum stays asleep.
"Just like Snow White..." Siwon thinks, scoffing bitterly at the irony. "Could I be your Prince Charming?" He contemplates giving Kibum a peck on the lips, but being the gentleman he is, refrains from doing so.
Soon, it is time to leave; a nurse pokes her head through the door, announcing the end of visiting hours.
"Wake up soon, okay?" Siwon asks with a heavy heart, taking hold of Kibum's hand, limp and lifeless in his own. He hesitates at the door, not wanting to go just yet; not knowing what to do next.
"I love you, Kibum." he whispers the confession, saying it out loud for the first time. "Wake up, so I can tell you for real"
And the apples are left behind, even though Siwon knows Kibum won't be waking up anytime soon. He leaves them there, and he prays; he prays for a miracle.