Expectation (HanChul)
Name: Expectation
Number: None. This fic's side story.
Pairing: HankyungxHeechul
Genre: Oversad~
Warning: Hankyung leaving, Heechul's swears...
Author: aa_koliqizm192
Summary: (After Hankyung's leave, Super Junior house is crying. Who is crying the most? The memories try to make his tears fall. And the tears make their way in Heechul's sad face.) Hankyung comes back to get his stuff. What is going to stop him?
Note: It's for Super Junior 100 fanfics challenge. (side story though.)
Note2: My 100 fanfics list.
Note3: To look at the challenge, Click here.
Note4: 726 worded drabble. I cried 4 times writing it. I re-listened the songs these making me cry. It's good for me, I don't know about the readers. Comment so that I can get better.
-Heechul's pov.-
I feel like I died. I feel like everything in this fucking room is trying to kill me. The poster on the wall is like checking if I'm dead or not. I look at it, it's not like I can tear it. Your smile would push me in the first place. Everytime, I reach you and you just wait; with a smile on you face, arms waiting for me to hug. I would just shrug and leave. Act like I don't care. But after you leave my sight, I start to tremble. I'd never know why.
Recently, -not recently actually, since 3 months ago- I found out that you were my source of strength. If you weren't on the show with us, I would keep it quiet. If you weren't on the concert, my face had to be the least seen one. An excuse, an schedule would keep it OK. But when I closed my eyes, that damn nightmare, follows me one step behind me. Nobody woke me up. I always slept. I always saw the truth. Nobody lied, nobody opposed. I just closed my eyes to the darkness.
"What are you doing here?" I open my eyes to the blank ceiling. Your words cut through my darkness. My own fucked-up world. I get up from black sheets. Your eyes are looking right into my eyes. Just like you could break me with just his one glance. Your yellow hair is... illuring. As fucking always. He raises his eyebrows, I just close my eyes. For damn's sake.
"I'm going to miss you." I say, eyes starting to get teary. "Don't leave. Don't."
"My case is on 25'th. I need to be in China then. I can't be here." Don't say it like that! You sound like you want to stay. In this bed. Like you are going to miss me too. Stop it. Just stop you idiot.
"Then go. It's not like you will listen to me." I don't want to hear your voice. Just go to hell. Leave me alone. Stop, don't care. Take your hand off my shoulder. Please don't. A cold drop of tear is sliding through my skin. I don't try to dry it. But your hand reaches for my face. Don't touch me...
"Mianhae."
"You are just making it more and more complicated! WHY DON'T YOU JUST FUCKING LEAVE?! WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH?! WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND IT'S REALLY HARD FOR ME TO NOT SLUTTER OR CRY IN FRONT OF YOU?!" You never understood in first place. You fell yourself... You caught my heart on that second. You broke it because of your own selfishness.
"Mianhae..." You just have nothing to say. Nothing.
"Just get the fuck off. Leave. Go to your own world. Get a solo albume and forget about us, me, OK?!"
"You know, I can't. I won't."
"I don't know you. I don't anymore. You changed." My shoulders start to shake. I push your hands off my body weakly.
"I did no-"
"You did. You've became a whole new person." Our eyes meet once again. I'll remember this look, this poor and weak one.
"You started to use your fans as your whores. Tell me if you didn't change, what is this?!"
"I didn't do something like that!"
"So you bought 'em? I bet you have some kind of illness now!" I get up and your hot breath hits my face. You're angry, damn straight.
"None of your concern! Why do you care?!"
"Why do you care?! WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO ME IF IT'S NOT MY BUSINESS?! JUST GET YOUR FUCKING PROPERTY AND LEAVE!" You don't belong to here. You don't belong to me. I don't belong to you neither. It just finished. You finished it. By the time I start to cry inside my body, you have already packed up. You don't even look back. But when I find my voice, I call out.
"Do me a favor. Never mention about me. EVER." This is the only way I can forget your face. Your voice. Your smile. Finally you leave me. Left me. You still owe me a heart. But I don't care. I reach for your poster and part it from the wall. I touch it with my lips once and I tear it. I know I tore myself with it. But... just your love is enough for me even if my body is torn.
Number: None. This fic's side story.
Pairing: HankyungxHeechul
Genre: Oversad~
Warning: Hankyung leaving, Heechul's swears...
Author: aa_koliqizm192
Summary: (After Hankyung's leave, Super Junior house is crying. Who is crying the most? The memories try to make his tears fall. And the tears make their way in Heechul's sad face.) Hankyung comes back to get his stuff. What is going to stop him?
Note: It's for Super Junior 100 fanfics challenge. (side story though.)
Note2: My 100 fanfics list.
Note3: To look at the challenge, Click here.
Note4: 726 worded drabble. I cried 4 times writing it. I re-listened the songs these making me cry. It's good for me, I don't know about the readers. Comment so that I can get better.
-Heechul's pov.-
I feel like I died. I feel like everything in this fucking room is trying to kill me. The poster on the wall is like checking if I'm dead or not. I look at it, it's not like I can tear it. Your smile would push me in the first place. Everytime, I reach you and you just wait; with a smile on you face, arms waiting for me to hug. I would just shrug and leave. Act like I don't care. But after you leave my sight, I start to tremble. I'd never know why.
Recently, -not recently actually, since 3 months ago- I found out that you were my source of strength. If you weren't on the show with us, I would keep it quiet. If you weren't on the concert, my face had to be the least seen one. An excuse, an schedule would keep it OK. But when I closed my eyes, that damn nightmare, follows me one step behind me. Nobody woke me up. I always slept. I always saw the truth. Nobody lied, nobody opposed. I just closed my eyes to the darkness.
"What are you doing here?" I open my eyes to the blank ceiling. Your words cut through my darkness. My own fucked-up world. I get up from black sheets. Your eyes are looking right into my eyes. Just like you could break me with just his one glance. Your yellow hair is... illuring. As fucking always. He raises his eyebrows, I just close my eyes. For damn's sake.
"I'm going to miss you." I say, eyes starting to get teary. "Don't leave. Don't."
"My case is on 25'th. I need to be in China then. I can't be here." Don't say it like that! You sound like you want to stay. In this bed. Like you are going to miss me too. Stop it. Just stop you idiot.
"Then go. It's not like you will listen to me." I don't want to hear your voice. Just go to hell. Leave me alone. Stop, don't care. Take your hand off my shoulder. Please don't. A cold drop of tear is sliding through my skin. I don't try to dry it. But your hand reaches for my face. Don't touch me...
"Mianhae."
"You are just making it more and more complicated! WHY DON'T YOU JUST FUCKING LEAVE?! WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH?! WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND IT'S REALLY HARD FOR ME TO NOT SLUTTER OR CRY IN FRONT OF YOU?!" You never understood in first place. You fell yourself... You caught my heart on that second. You broke it because of your own selfishness.
"Mianhae..." You just have nothing to say. Nothing.
"Just get the fuck off. Leave. Go to your own world. Get a solo albume and forget about us, me, OK?!"
"You know, I can't. I won't."
"I don't know you. I don't anymore. You changed." My shoulders start to shake. I push your hands off my body weakly.
"I did no-"
"You did. You've became a whole new person." Our eyes meet once again. I'll remember this look, this poor and weak one.
"You started to use your fans as your whores. Tell me if you didn't change, what is this?!"
"I didn't do something like that!"
"So you bought 'em? I bet you have some kind of illness now!" I get up and your hot breath hits my face. You're angry, damn straight.
"None of your concern! Why do you care?!"
"Why do you care?! WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO ME IF IT'S NOT MY BUSINESS?! JUST GET YOUR FUCKING PROPERTY AND LEAVE!" You don't belong to here. You don't belong to me. I don't belong to you neither. It just finished. You finished it. By the time I start to cry inside my body, you have already packed up. You don't even look back. But when I find my voice, I call out.
"Do me a favor. Never mention about me. EVER." This is the only way I can forget your face. Your voice. Your smile. Finally you leave me. Left me. You still owe me a heart. But I don't care. I reach for your poster and part it from the wall. I touch it with my lips once and I tear it. I know I tore myself with it. But... just your love is enough for me even if my body is torn.