Love Me
Title: Love me
Pairing: HanMi, onesided!HanChul, onesided!Qmi
Rating: R
Words: 5593
Summary: Who said love is easy? Who said love doesn’t hurt? Who said love is the most wonderful thing in the world? It may be for some, but not for them, no not for those who have to watch from the sidelines.
Disclaimer: don’t own them.
A/N: Written for static_abyss. It’s been ages ago since you made the request (almost a year ago to be exact) and I did say I would try writing it. It’s not exactly, I think, what you requested, but something along the lines of it, I hope you will still like it, Ana! And I hope that you’ll forgive me for taking this long… it’s also the longest fanfic I have ever written… o(>_<)o
On this sunny autumn Sunday many people are hanging out at the park, taking walks, exercising, setting up picnics, playing and running about with their children between the colorful leaves, or they are like Han Geng just enjoying this lazy Sunday by reading a book outside in the fresh air. Sitting against a tree trunk with one of his legs stretched out and the other propped up to support his book, he’s completely immersed into a world where vampires rule and humans are their slaves, because he does love reading good horror stories. This makes him completely ignorant to the world around him, because he doesn’t notice a pair of eyes watching him carefully.
A few metres away two young men just arrived at the park with a lot of commotion surrounding them. They were gorgeously dressed and groomed like they were right from a magazine cover, which wasn’t too far off, because they were the two most popular fashion models at the moment; Zhoumi and Cho Kyuhyun. Both are unbelievably tall, slim and handsome. Yes, everyone would just swoon when laying their eyes upon them, though to the ones that matter in this story, they were either not too impressed or not aware of their presence.
Zhoumi was smiling and joking around with his colleague and friend Cho Kyuhyun, it was such a nice day to have a photoshoot in the park and he was immensely enjoying himself. Even if there was a lot of commotion caused by them, he was quite used to it and not fazed by it. But suddenly he caught a glimpse of someone sitting near a tree, reading and his smile just grew tenfold. Getting all excited and worked up, nobody could stop him from running off into that direction.
“Zhoumi!”, the photographer and Kyuhyun shouted almost simultaneously. “Where is he going?”, Kyuhyun mumbles. He was having the best time with Zhoumi and enjoying every minute of it so much that his heart was racing, he completely forgot his surroundings and only saw Zhoumi’s smile directed that suddenly became so bright, that he was blinded entirely that he didn’t even notice immediately that Zhoumi had taken off somewhere. Turning himself to the direction where Zhoumi was running to, his face turned gloomy and he could hear a little crack inside his chest.
Not so far from this scene, Kim Heechul, who was planning to write at the park was side-tracked when he spotted that certain someone and couldn’t stop himself to keep on watching that person until he heard the commotion on the left of him and turned to see who caused it. Seeing the models and recognizing them, he scoffs and turns back to watching his object of affection. But suddenly there’s a shout and he sees the scene playing out of Zhoumi breaking away of the crowd. His eyes narrow and he looks at the direction where the Chinese model is running to.
Holding his breath, he slowly opens the door really carefully as to not make any sudden noise. There’s a muffled creaking sound, he can feel his heart pounding against his ribcage and sweat starting to form on his brow as he softly takes a step closer while opening the door further so he can pass through. When he’s standing inside, there’s nothing but the eerie silence that stretches into the deep darkness that engulfs the room. Moving a bit forward, he feels something brushing past him and he freezes. Turning around a tall dark shape has appeared at the door opening, candles are lightened up with one snap and his heart almost stops at the sight before him. He wants to - “Aahhhh!”, Han Geng lets out a surprised scream, when he feels himself suddenly being tackled to the ground and in the process shaken awake from the tension filled scene of the boy almost being discovered by the prince vampire. A little bit disorientated, Hangeng groans and sees a tangle of long limbs hugging his chest and a mop of black hair tickling his chin.
When Zhoumi spotted his beloved hyung, he just couldn’t help but follow his legs where it was taking him and jumping on the target when he was in reaching distance, screeching “Han Geng-Ge!!” Both land with a loud ‘Ummpff’, his head lands on his hyung’s broad and warm chest and that he can’t resist hugging really tightly. His heart fills with happiness and warmth. He sighs and never wants to let go.
Meanwhile, looking on and seeing how Zhoumi tackles the older Chinese man to the ground, he bites his lips until they are probably going to bleed. “Kyuhyun… Heey, Kyuhyun”, feeling someone tap his shoulders he turns a bit to see the photographer standing behind him, “Can you be a darling and go get Zhoumi back here? Seriously, running off just like that. We still have some work to finish.” Nodding hesitantly, Kyuhyun makes his way towards the two men with a sinking heart.
Having regained his senses a little, Han Geng has a hard time trying to sit up with Zhoumi clinging to him. While he loves his dongseang, he really does, he doesn’t appreciate being abruptly tackled like this so he prepares to scold him accordingly. “Zhoumi, really! You… “, Han Geng starts but he’s being stopped before he can say anymore by a pair of dark brown eyes staring up at him and he feels his irritation just slipping away. Aishh, this guy. Since he can’t really move, Han Geng just gives in and hugs his beloved dongseang back.
On the other side, Heechul is watching the affectionate scene unfold before his eyes and he turns his eyes away for he doesn’t want to see any more. His notebook lies open beside him and he stares at it, the blank pages seemingly laughing at him, he grabs them and tears them out and into pieces. The action speaks louder than words that mimic the state of his heart.
Kyuhyun, in the meantime has reached the blissful couple. The sight makes his heart clench, even more so now he’s seeing it up close, both willingly lying in each other’s arms. He wants to rip them apart, wants to drag Zhoumi with him. Wants to shake him, yell at him look at me, only me. Clearing his throat, his heart uncomfortable, Kyuhyun tries to get their attention. “Zhoumi”, he mumbles softly, but ofcourse they don’t hear and keep on hugging each other. Jealousy rearing its ugly head, he lets out a shout, “Zhoumi!”, and this does attract their attention. Two pairs of eyes watch him questionably. And then he can’t hold it in anymore, “You can’t just run off like that! You have to come with me.” Grabbing Zhoumi by the arm and tugging hard. “We haven’t finished the shoot! The photographer and the whole team are getting impatient. We have to go back!”, having put all his pent up frustration and anger in his rant, he heaves and tugs a bit harder on Zhoumi’s arm.
Basking in the warmth that is his Han Geng-Gege, Zhoumi is almost in dreamland when he hears his name being shouted. Being roughly brought back to the ‘cold’ reality, he already misses the warmth. Pouting, he looks at a worked up Kyuhyun suddenly screaming at him. He should be quite taken aback, but Zhoumi finds it mostly amusing and with his gege’s arm coming to close around his waist again he is about to lean back into the warmth when Kyuhyun abruptly starts to pull his arm. He can’t help but feel annoyance bubbling up and wanting to pull himself out of Kyuhyun’s death grip.
Watching Kyuhyun drag Zhoumi away, Zhoumi struggling all the way back to the photoshoot site, Han Geng can’t help but feel a nagging feeling of loss. Shaking the feelings away he looks on amused how they finally reach the photographer and his beloved dongseang starts to apologize profusely to all the people on site waving his lanky limbs around. His heart swelling a bit at the sight, because he can’t deny that even though Zhoumi can get caught up in the height of moments, he is sincere and works hard at the job he loves. And Han Geng has always been drawn to that side of Zhoumi as well, shaking out of his staring at his dongseang working professionally and practically shining. Han Geng takes in a calming breath and relaxes back against the tree reaching for his book, while looking around the park a bit at the same time. He is about to turn back to his book, but suddenly he spots a familiar red head. He stands up and starts walking towards the huddled figure.
“What are you doing there, Heechul-ah?”, Han Geng says with a small smirk on his lips.
That voice, that soft voice, mellow and sweet like honey, reaches his ears and Heechul can’t help but feel like melting. His heart takes a leap and he is about to stutter out something really embarrassing, but Kim Heechul doesn’t stutter, because his mask is always within reach so it poses no problem for him. And he turns to face Han Geng with a cool mask of indifference. “Can’t you see? I’m in the middle of the creative process of writing.” “It looks more like a serious case of writer’s block to me”, Han Geng smugly replies, settling his gaze on the red head which makes Heechul’s heart skip more than one beat. “Well, that too”, Heechul admits reluctantly, eventhough there are more reasons to the state he was in which Han Geng will never know of, because Han Geng sees Heechul as a good friend. “Friend” a word that tastes bad inside his mouth when it concerns Han Geng.
Seeing his friend sitting down there on the green grass, the wind playing with the torn pieces of paper lying around him, the misty thoughtful look in his eyes, it makes him seem vulnerable and a little lost. A sight Han Geng isn’t familiar with, because he has always seen the red head as a strong-willed, fiery person, who will fight with anyone and everyone in pursuing and defending what he believes in or wants to do or have. A strange feeling comes over Han Geng, a feeling of wanting to protect him and hold him, but he shakes the thought away. No, his friend doesn’t need any sympathy or coddling, he won’t take that from anybody. So he does what they always do when one of them is feeling down and pulls Heechul up saying “Come, let’s have a drink!” While never realizing that Heechul would have given the world to just be held by him.
Meanwhile, Kyuhyun and Zhoumi are about to finish their photoshoot. “Kyuhyun, just move a little bit closer to Zhoumi, yes, and put your hand on his shoulder like that, yes, great, wonderful, Zhoumi, yes hold that pose”. The sound of the camera taking picture after picture, the lights shining all around them and everyone’s gaze fixed on them. Being in the spotlight, in this world, it makes Zhoumi feel alive. He almost can’t be happier than in this moment, he’s living his dream after all. But there’s still something or rather someone he would throw this all away for, to be forever held in those arms. Love, it makes you think crazy things.
“Thank you for your hard work!” “It was a pleasure working with you two!” Kyuhyun puts on a strained smile and takes a ninety-degree bow to show his respect to the hardworking crew. The people smile back at them, some of them shyly, acknowledging their diligence and admiring them at the same time. It makes Kyuhyun feel accomplished, good about himself knowing he did a good job, and happy, especially while working together with the person he loves, though it’s not easy, because he knows that that person doesn’t love him in the same way. There are so many signs, but most of the time Kyuhyun can ignore them and stay blindly in love, but at times more often than not he will be blindsided by his fears becoming reality. Like in this moment when he’s about to get Zhoumi’s attention, he sees the other man bowing and thanking the crew while smiling his dazzling smile and is caught under his spell. Then Kyuhyun sees him turn to look around, his eyes lighting up and turning dark with something Kyuhyun can’t define or doesn’t want to, because those looks are not directed at him.
Zhoumi was distracted the moment he saw him, the one person his gaze will always be automatically attracted to, and upon sighting him he would always immediately feel a great range of emotions. Most of the time it would be feelings of joy, love, the warmth of them spreading throughout his body which would bring him a feeling of immense happiness and connectedness. But sometimes other feelings would emerge, feelings like possessiveness and jealousy. Though, they don’t appear quite as often as you would think, because Zhoumi suppresses them well. But if a certain kind of situation presents itself, those feelings could just suddenly take the upper hand and then Zhoumi would turn into something like a ‘loose cannon’, uncontrollable, unpredictable and maybe even dangerous. Like right at this moment, when he sees his precious person dragging a familiar red head away and to the exit of the park. The closeness between those two, Zhoumi never liked, because he knows that the feline looking male feels more than friendly feelings for his Han Geng, even if his hyung seems oblivious of it. His blood still begins to boil.
“Come, let’s go in there” Han Geng smiles his angelic smile, which makes Heechul’s heart skip a beat again while he’s being tugged across the street and inside a colorful looking bar. They take a seat just beside the dance floor and Han Geng orders them a drink from the waitress who just happens to walk by at that moment. Heechul can see her checking them out and letting her eyes linger on Han Geng’s form a little longer than necessary. He wants to snap at her, but before he can even form the words the waitress is already heading off to the bar to get their drinks while giggling. Heechul turns back towards his companion and there it is again, that smile, smiling at him. He could look at it all day and do anything for that smile to be always directed at him and be the reason for that smile. It could be said that Heechul was more than smitten, even if the object of his affection is the only still oblivious of his feelings.
Their drinks arrive fast and the girl, who he harmlessly flirted with a bit, was not so subtle in trying to gain more attention from him leaning over the table a bit too closely for comfort. Han Geng turns his attention back to his friend and can see his friend eyeing the waitress with a piercing glare. Chuckling Han Geng knows what kind of things pushes his friend’s buttons and girls like these annoy the red head endlessly, because of their obvious desperateness, or so he says. “So”, Han Geng starts catching the red head’s attention, “care to tell me what has been bothering you?”
Looking into his sincere eyes, Heechul can’t help but feel his irritation slip away and his heart melting at the sight. He can see how much his ‘friend’ cares for him and it really pains his heart, because he only cares for him as a ‘good friend’. Their friendship, it is really one of the good things in his life, but it’s also the culprit to all his heartaches. That is why it’s so hard to stay honest towards his friend, because Han Geng is the one person he can’t talk about what really is bothering him and it’s definitely more than just frustrating. But he also wouldn’t want to risk his friendship and that’s why he does what he’s good at, talking. Talking around it and giving reasons which are not the real reasons, but would make sense anyway in his situation. Does he feel bad about it, yes, but to protect himself, his heart, and their friendship he would do anything. Even laugh and joke with his friend like everything is a joke, while enjoying getting Han Geng’s attention all to himself. Even if all he really would like to do is scream the truth and cry and cry and cry…
“Let’s go get a drink to celebrate completing this shoot, shall we hyung?” Kyuhyun asked Zhoumi hesitantly, but eager to spend some more time with the lanky Chinese male. Looking into his hyung’s face Kyuhyun feels like a small boy, even if the other man acts more like a child than he ever did. Smiling that bright dazzling smile of his, skipping and doing aegyo (cutesy gestures) towards everyone who step into his line of vision, especially to the other Chinese male, he knows and has seen it many times before. It doesn’t matter if when or where, Zhoumi’s attention will just automatically be drawn to the man and nobody can stand in the way then. Kyuhyun knows.
“Sure, why not” Zhoumi thinks and says at the same time, while shrugging his shoulders. Even while his thoughts are really not on wanting to celebrate together with his college and friend, which would seem unfair to the other, but Zhoumi can’t help it. His thoughts are almost a hundred percent preoccupied right now, with all kinds of scenarios that he would encounter or could create when he goes to the bar he saw his affection go in to, to get the drinks he just agreed to go get. So he practically drags Kyuhyun into the direction of bar, determined to get what he wants and establish what is his.
When they enter the bar and he sees the direction Zhoumi is immediately stalking towards, Kyuhyun can already feel the dread enter his heart. Feeling like this was a bad idea from the beginning. He has the urge to struggle free from the other man’s iron grip on his wrist and he can’t help but feel powerless against it. Yes, because eventhough he has long ago foregone any certainties about Zhoumi loving him back, but his heart doesn’t listen to his mind and he lets himself be pulled towards the table, towards the inevitable confrontation that will again teach his heart the lesson that it cannot seem to learn.
Heechul is enjoying his time with the Chinese man immensely, listening to him telling his lame stories, hearing his laugh, his smile directed at him, he feels like he is floating, his heart feels light and he’s smiling back. He would like this moment to last forever. “Hello, Gege”, a familiar voice breaks through their animated conversation. A voice, he would do anything to not have to hear at this moment, one that he has come to hate with a fury, but what’s more is that it is a voice he has come to envy. Because the voice belongs to the man that has the power to steal the attention of his beloved friend in a blink of a second, anywhere and anytime, it’s more than he can handle at the moment. He closes his eyes, because one moment he feels like he’s flying above the clouds and now he can only brace himself for the crash back to the earth.
While he is enjoying this interesting conversation with his best friend, Han Geng just can’t help but turn his attention to the source of that voice. It’s like he can’t ignore it being immediately drawn to it, but then he doesn’t really want to as well. “Zhoumi, what are you doing here?” “I came here to celebrate with Kyuhyun here for completing another successful photoshoot.” Zhoumi answers with a brilliant smile. A smile that doesn’t seem to quite reach his eyes, because those eyes are shimmering with something dark and it sends shivers through Han Geng’s spine. It’s something dangerous to him, because it’s hard for him to resist that look, the implications it has. Han Geng shakes his head and gives his dongseang an endearing smile. While turning his attention back towards Heechul, he feels a hand grab his wrist which sends tingles throughout his arm towards his shoulder and beyond. “I have a better idea, Hyung”. And he’s being dragged off towards the dance floor leaving two pained souls behind.
“We are just kidding ourselves, aren’t we?”, Kyuhyun starts while taking a seat across the red head, while turning his head to look at the pair that just took off towards the dance floor and have started to dance too close to each other for comfort, when Zhoumi pulls the other Chinese man towards himself and starts to grind his body against the other. He can see Heechul glaring a hole through Zhoumi’s head, watching the pair with a mixture of contempt, jealousy and hurt, feelings he can understand all too well. He needs a drink. “Do you want something from the bar, hyung?” When there’s no answer, Kyuhyun goes to the bar to get himself a drink, he really desperately needs one.
Not really listening what Kyuhyun is saying to him, but the sentence of We are just kidding ourselves, aren’t we?, is re-sounding inside Heechul’s head. While watching the pair on the dance floor, his heart constricts painfully. It is aware of the attraction between the two and realizes that he will never be the person his love and attention will be directed to. But then again he never really tried to let him know did he? They have never done anything to let them both know that they loved them more than they knew. They were kidding themselves, because both Chinese men wouldn’t just suddenly realize their love for them without them ever saying anything, no and they were deluding themselves that they would never make a chance. But you’ll never know if you never tried. Heechul came to this conclusion and with new determination he stalks towards the bar to share in this new realization.
It’s so hot, Han Geng thinks while Zhoumi starts to rub himself against him. His mind is starting to cloud over and things are going to go into the wrong direction if things continue like this. Even if he cannot deny their chemistry, Han Geng has been fighting these feelings for a long time. But every time, when the other lanky Chinese male is in his vicinity, the magnetic pull is just too strong. He can’t ignore the other male, his attention is just automatically drawn to him and everything around them always seems to fall away. Like now, all he can feel, see and hear is Zhoumi while feeling the beat of the music thrum through his body, he feels like he could drown in all the sensations his dongseang gives him. But he is his dongsaeng and he doesn’t know how much longer will he be able to dance around him and not trip and fall right into his arms.
This is it, this is the feeling that Zhoumi has been longing for. His gege against him, their hot breath mingling, nothing else matters. He knows that the older Chinese male has been trying to keep himself in check, to restrain himself against their obvious attraction, to stay a good hyung, but Zhoumi doesn’t need that, he needs his hyung to himself. He wants him with every fibre in his body, he wants more than they have now and he will get it, he will. Rubbing himself against all the right spots and teasing his hyung, he knows he can break him down if he wants to. Because he has been holding back himself as well, he knows things could get complicated, but now he just doesn’t want to care anymore about anything else but to make him his. And it’s getting hot and hotter, both their minds are clouded by lust and Zhoumi can’t take it anymore and he pulls his hyung with him through the crowd and towards the back to the bathrooms.
“Hey, now, put that down and listen to me”, Heechul starts. “We have been kidding ourselves, but we can put a stop to it. We have to tell them the truth, we have to confess!” While saying this to Kyuhyun, Heechul feels empowered, he feels like he has seen the light and this is the way to go.
But Kyuhyun on the other hand is shocked by the words of the red head. “What?!” What do you mean we have to confess? Right now?! Are you crazy?!”
“No, I’m not crazy. To just stand on the side watching them and wallowing in our self-pity, that’s crazy!” Having said that out loud feels good, Heechul thinks, now it’s time to put words into action if only he could get Kyuhyun at his side as well. “We have never done anything to show them how we feel, because we feel afraid it will affect our friendships with them, but we cannot expect things to change if we don’t ever do anything about it. Come let’s go to them and tell them how we feel, it ‘s now or never. We’ll never know if we don’t take a chance, right?! Are you with me?” He can see Kyuhyun nodding his head reluctantly from the corner of his eyes, while he’s scanning the crowd for the pair and murmers “Now, where did they go?”
While Zhoumi tugs him towards the bathrooms, Han Geng tries to hold on to the last threads of his sanity and good morals, but he seems to be losing out. The hold on his wrist burns through his arm and the remnant feelings conjured on the dance floor has his mind still reeling with undeniable lust and want. Yes, he will lose this time; it’s just a matter of time. With a bang, he’s pushed inside a bathroom cubicle and pinned against the wall with Zhoumi hoovering over him, his breath tickling the side of his neck causing his heart to start to beat tenfold with anticipation. Han Geng can’t hear anything besides his heart pounding in his ears and their harsh breathing, the hotness of the air is almost suffocating and he gives in. Leaning forward, Zhoumi looks up with his eyes clouded over and he grabs Zhoumi’s face and brings their lips together in an all-consuming kiss.
Fireworks, stars, flames of hell, it’s what Zhoumi sees in his mind’s eye when those soft looking lips meet his, of which he has dreamed of for so long. He has imagined this moment for a long time and it’s everything he expected it to be and more. Finally, they both think.
After going over the crowd a couple of times, they can’t seem to spot the Chinese pair. Wondering where the two of them went off to. “Maybe they just went to the bathroom?”, Kyuhyun says out loud, “Let’s go there and check”. With Heechul behind him, Kyuhyun makes his way through the crowd and he can feel a vague feeling of dread creeping up, but he ignores it and pushes through. Arriving at the bathroom they don’t spot the pair inside, looking at each other questionably, they turn back around to leave, when they hear soft sounds of panting and moaning. They both can hear their hearts skipping one beat, while they pray for it to be a random couple of people, when they peak their ears to the sounds coming from one of the bathroom stalls.
A breathy “Zhoumi” is what Heechul hears from an all too familiar voice and something snaps inside of him. He gathers his all his strength and courage and kicks the door open with the lock coming off its hinges. Though their hearts are still not prepared for the sight that is being revealed to them before their eyes, their hearts come to a screeching halt and a sharp pain shooting through it. Zhoumi has Han Geng pinned against the wall and he’s kissing along his collar, while Han Geng has his eyes closed moaning sinfully because Heechul can see Zhoumi’s other hand inside Han Geng’s pants doing unspeakable things. The picture they both paint is utterly arousing, but Kyuhyun and Heechul cannot even think that way because their hearts are slowly breaking at the sight. With another burst of conviction, Heechul acts without trying to think anything, because he can’t think straight anyway, by pulling Zhoumi off of Han Geng with more bodily strength that anyone would think he could possess while grabbing Han Geng’s arm and tugging him out of the bathroom leaving Kyuhyun with Zhoumi.
One moment Zhoumi was enjoying the sounds his hyung was making while he was sucking on the other’s collarbone and fondling his privates and the next there was a crash, he was pulled away and his hyung was gone. He could feel his blood starting to boil, because he was getting angry at whoever dared to pull his hyung away and frustrated because his needs are nowhere near of being satisfied. Without thinking he dashes past Kyuhyun without sparing him a glance to go and get his hyung back, but suddenly he’s being held back by a hand closing around his wrist and he’s stopped short in his track. He feels like he could rip the person’s head off, who is trying to stop him from getting to his beloved, but the moment he turns around and realizes it’s Kyuhyun who is holding on to him. He looks at his friend looking dejectedly at the ground and all his boiled up frustration seems to slowly slip away making place for guilt, concern and care towards his friend.
In all the commotion Kyuhyun couldn’t process anything, the things he saw, the things he knew, the denial he fought, the hope he had, it all seems hopeless now. Everything is a blur, except the sharp pain that seems to be spreading from his heart towards every part of his body and it’s slowly starting to shut everything down. He’s starting to feel numb all over, but the moment he sees Zhoumi trying to leave, he grabs him without thinking. Wanting to hold him there for just a little while longer, not ready to let him go just yet, but what for he doesn’t really know. It starts with a tingles all over his body and he can feel himself start to tremble. Something wet and warm is making its way down his face and he knows he can’t stop them now.
Heechul has a death grip on his wrist and it hurts. Han Geng doesn’t know where his friend is taking him and he would like to demand for an answer, but when he sees glimpses of his friends facial expression he is afraid to anger the red head even more so he just let himself be pulled through the dancing crowd, out of the bar and into an alley just beside the bar where Heechul finally lets him go and pushes him against the wall. What happens next is something Han Geng didn’t expect at all. He watches Heechul lean in and he can’t help but hold his breath. He feels a puff of air against his lips and Han Geng doesn’t know what to think. Though Heechul seems to change his mind on the last second, he pulls away and lets his head rest on his shoulder.
Reveling in the feeling of the warmth Han Geng’s shoulder gives just for a minute, Heechul thinks and he takes a deep breath before righting himself into standing position again. Looking Han Geng straight in the eye, he can see confusion which slowly turns into realization dawning in the Chinese man’s eyes. Heechul sees everything slowly click together behind those soft brown eyes and then those eyes which he loves to see crinkle up in a smile are turning the opposite way with understanding, sadness and guilt shining in them. It’s hard to keep looking, all his thoughts of wanting to confess directly and bravely have disappeared, all his strength has left him because now all hope seems to have vanished. He doesn’t make a chance any more, it’s too late, if he ever had a chance, he now will never know, and it hurts, it hurts… Suddenly he feels a warm hand caress his cheek and wipe away rebellious tears he didn’t know were rolling down his cheeks. His mask seems to have broken and so has his heart.
“I’m sorry, Kyuhyun. I’m so sorry, don’t cry,” Zhoumi pleads out of realization and shock after seeing his friend crying with his shoulders hunched and shaking terribly. Giving the Korean male an awkward hug, he heaves a deep sigh, pries his wrist out from Kyuhyun’s hold, and turns again to leave with pain in his heart and all he can think is I’m sorry, I’m sorry…
Day has turned into night.
Two people have found each other.
Two feel like they have lost everything.
Two hands intertwine intend on never letting go.
Two hearts are left behind into pieces.
But a new day will come again, bringing with it the sun.
Before day turns into night again,
There are a lot of things that can happen.