But the Issue Finds...[4]
But The Issue Finds Itself with You at the Center- Part 4
Fandom/Pairing: Super Junior, SNSD- Kyumin, Implied!Henwook
Length: Chaptered [4/5]
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst, Romance, Drama, AU
Summary: Being together isn’t worth this kind of hurt.
[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3][Part4] [Part 5]
Sungmin laughed happily, his fingers laced between Kyuhyun’s- between his boyfriend’s- fingers as the two walked back home after a fun date.
Kyuhyun smiled fondly, watching their laced hands swinging slightly between their bodies because of Sungmin's happiness. “I love you, hyung.”
The older boy blushed and held on tighter to Kyuhyun's hand. “I love you, Kyuhyunnie.”
The two finally let go of each other as they neared Kyuhyun’s house.
“Are you sure you’ll go back alone?” Kyuhyun asked, concerned about the older boy.
Sungmin nodded and quickly pecked Kyuhyun on the cheek. “Good night Kyu, I love you.” He stated smiling. Kyuhyun smiled back at him.
“I love you too.”
Kyuhyun reluctantly let go of Sungmin's hand as the other boy slipped away. He stayed outside until he couldn’t see Sungmin's figure anymore.
Sungmin snuck around to the back of Sunny’s house, where they had agreed to meet up at her old tree-house.
He didn’t make it half way up the ladder when a voice caught his attention.
“Who are you?”
Sungmin looked back and his eyes widened. “Umma!?”
Sungmin's mother looked confused for a while before her eyes widened in realization. “Sungmin?! What are you wearing?!”
Sungmin stuttered, “Umma! This isn’t what you think it is!”
Sungmin sucked in a scared breath as he saw his father appear from the house behind his mother.
“A-Appa?!”
Sungmin's mother turned back to face her husband. “Honey?! Can you believe that this is Sungmin?!” His mother gestured towards the boy. Sungmin was shocked when he realized that she was wearing a small smile.
Sungmin's father laughed when he saw Sungmin standing next to his wife, barely recognizing his eldest son. “What happened, Min, did you lose a bet? Or did Sunkyu just want to have some fun? Maybe that’s why she fled so early!”
Sungmin let out a breath that had stuck in his throat. “Y-yea. Sunny…dared me.” He replied shakily. He’ll blame it on Sunny and then beg for forgiveness later, hopefully.
Sungmin's father ruffled Sungmin's hair affectionately, still laughing.
Sungmin's mother tapped her foot irritably against the tiled kitchen floor. “Why isn’t he picking up?” She sighed dejectedly and hung up the receiver. She had been trying Sungmin's phone for the last fifteen minutes to tell him to pick up some milk on the way home.
“Why does he keep disappearing these days?! It’s worrying me to bits!” She looked startled for a second at her husband who was reading a magazine in the chair across from her. “You don’t think he’d doing drugs do you?”
Sungmin's father looked up from his reading to give his wife a reassuring look, “Of course not. Why would he.”
“Isn’t he on a date?” Sungjin, Sungmin's younger brother, half asked, half stated from across the room.
“A date?!” Sungmin's mother squealed. “When!? Why didn’t me he got girlfriend?!”
Sungmin's younger brother stared quizzically at his mother. “But… isn’t hyung going out with Kyuhyun-hyung?”
Both of Sungmin's parents turned their heads to their youngest son.
Sungmin's mother let out a nervous laugh. “What are you saying, sweetie. Sungmin and Kyuhyun are just friends.”
“But-“
“Don’t talk about your brother in such ways.” Sungmin's father growled. “God forbid.”
Sungjin looked wearily at his parents. “I’m telling you… he’s going out with Kyuhyun-hyung.” He whispered under his breath.
“Where were you today?”
Sungmin jumped at the authority in his father’s voice. He looked up to find him standing at the end of entrance.
“I- I was at Sunny’s…”
Sungmin's father raised an eyebrow. “Sungmin…”
“Really!” Sungmin reassured quickly before brushing past his father and running upstairs.
Sungmin's father’s eyes followed his son’s figure retreating upstairs. An upset expression spread across his face. He had gotten off the phone with his sister-in-law only minutes before Sungmin had come home. She hadn’t seen head or tail of her nephew, and she had been home all day.
“What are you hiding, Sungmin?” He had been aware of what Sungjin had said about his brother, but God forbid it wasn’t true. It wasn’t true… It wasn’t.
It had happened in such a flash that Sungmin wasn’t sure it had actually happened.
Kyuhyun and he had gone out to have ice-cream; his was strawberry and Kyuhyun’s mint chocolate chip.
They walked with their hands laced- it was becoming an unbreakable habit, the hand holding- to the park. It was a hot July afternoon and the two wanted no more than to laze about.
They picked a bench in a shady spot under a large tree to sit down.
Sungmin remembers laughing at something Kyuhyun had said before the younger boy leaned in to kiss him. He closed his eyes, and moved closer to Kyuhyun’s body.
The kiss never came. Kyuhyun was pulled away from him with so much force that it hurt when their hands separated. Sungmin opened his eyes startled.
He looked up terrified, sucking in his breath, at his father.
The man looked at him with eyes cross between anger and regret.
“I’m disappointed in you.”
Sungmin felt tears prick his eyes.
The elder boy was grabbed roughly by the wrist and dragged away from his boyfriend.
He could see all the people looking at him but that didn’t really matter.
“Why?”
It was one simple word, but it tore Sungmin up inside.
Why? There were so many things he could have said. He loves me. He makes me happy. He knows me better than anyone else. Our feelings can’t be controlled… I love him.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?”
Sungmin sniffed from his seat across from his patents on the couch. He watched his father’s face phase through expressions. He settled on disappointment as he looked at Sungmin in shame.
“I believed in you, Sungmin!”
Sungmin flinched at the raised voice.
“Dear, calm down” Sungmin’s mother tried to sooth.
“I’m sorry!” Sungmin yelled, tears flowing from his eyes. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m Sorry! I… I love him okay!”
Sungmin's father looked at Sungmin silently, painfully, for all but ten seconds.
The man turned from the weeping boy and left. “Honey!” Both Sungmin and his mother flinched when the door of the house slammed shut.
Sungmin's mother looked at him in pity. She reached out for her son. “Sweetheart…”
Sungmin flinched when her hand landed on his shoulder.
Sungmin's mother wrapped her arms around Sungmin's body and let the boy cried.
The phone rang three times before someone picked it up on the other side.
“Hello?”
“Ahra? It’s Sungmin…”
Ahra paused on the other end before her voice fluttered nervously from the speaker.
“Ah- Yoona?” Sungmin frowned, confused?
“No-Ahra it’s-“
“Ah, I’m sorry, my parent are kind of angry right now-“ Ahra continued, confusing Sungmin even more. The boy heard loud noises from the other end. “No! Dad it’s just Yoona! Listen, I’ll meet you tomorrow after school. Come to the kid’s park beside the school.”
Sungmin didn’t get the chance to talk when the line went dead. He just hoped he got the hint right.
“Oppa!”
Sungmin turned to the running figure of Cho Ahra as she approached him.
She stopped abruptly in front of him to catch her breath. Sungmin rubbed her back as she bet over panting.
“O-oppa! What happened!”
“What?” Sungmin asked, confused.
“Something happened, right! My parents found out about your relationship! They sent Kyuhyun away!”
Sungmin froze at Ahra’s words. “What?”
Ahra explained about her parents sending Kyuhyun to some expensive, boarding school, for his sake, they had put it. So he’d get purified. She also explained how Kyuhyun was getting constantly monitored now, who he contacted, what he’s doing, their father would know everything.
“Then… Kyuhyun…” Sungmin felt tears prick his eyes.
“Oppa… don’t cry.” Ahra said, rubbing her hand against Sungmin's arm soothingly. “We’ll figure something out.
To: Silly Dongseng From: Ahra <3
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XXX-7350
That’s Sunkyu’s number. Don’t call her directly.
Kyuhyun had scrawled the number down as soon as he could and deleted the messaged from his sister, lest his father checked his messages sooner than thought.
He felt like a prisoner.
Kyuhyun looked at the number multiple times, not knowing what to do.
He missed Sungmin. He missed his baby.
Kyuhyun walked back tiredly to his dorm. The first thing his noticed as he opened the door was the wafting aroma of a home cooked meal. A delicious one.
“Ryeowook-hyung, what are you making?”
Kim Ryeowook was a small, very feminine boy. It made it awkward when Kyuhyun called him hyung. He was, though, a very kind and understanding person, an awesome cook and-
“Kyuhyun! What’s up man?” Kyuhyun turned to where Henry, a Chinese-Canadian exchange student, walked out from the living room. He also happened to be Ryeowook’s boyfriend.
Yea, Ryeowook was gay. It made it much easier for the two to become friends. Not that the teachers knew about this little fact.
“Pasta.” Ryeowook answered shortly. Kyuhyun understood, usually Ryeowook would make traditional dishes, but Henry, being foreign, didn’t exactly have a taste for Korean food. “You look upset, did something happen.”
Kyuhyun sighed. Ryeowook didn’t know about Sungmin… though maybe he should…
“Ryeowook-hyung? Can I ask you a favor?”
“Hello?” Sunny answered her phone cautiously, not knowing who was calling her.
“Hello? Is this Lee Sunny?”
Sunny was startled at the timid voice on the other end of the phone. She frowned. If Jessica was trying to make fun of her again, she’d blow. “Who wants to know?” She asked, suspicion laced in her voice.
“I-I’m Kim Ryeowook. I’m Kyuhyun’s friend.” Sunny relaxed a bit, but she was still serious as she talked.
“Okay, so, what is it?”
Ryeowook shifted in his seat at Sunny’s interrogating voice. “Umm, this is about Kyuhyun and… Sungmin.”
Sunny’s listened closer at the two names. She knew that her uncle had found out about their relationship, and she had heard from Sungmin that Kyuhyun had been sent away.
As if it wasn’t enough that his father couldn’t even look at him, but his love was also torn from him. It was killing Sungmin, he didn’t talk to anyone, he didn’t go out, he barely ate. It hurt sunny to see someone she loved in that kind of condition.
“What do you suppose we do about them?” She finally asked Ryeowook in an airy voice. “I don’t think I can stand seeing him like this anymore.
Sungmin turned over on his side to watch his phone vibrate on his side table.
He didn’t want to answer the phone. In fact, he didn’t want to do anything. He felt tears prick his eyes. He’d rather die than never see Kyuhyun again.
Sungmin desperately wanted to contemplate the idea of suicide. He really did but his damn phone kept buzzing persistently.
Sungmin grabbed the phone off of the table, quickly checked the caller ID and pressed the talk button.
“What?! Sunny I don’t want to talk about my ‘prob-“
“If I told you, you can see Kyuhyun again, what would you say?”
Sungmin paused and sat up straighter, wondering if he had heard right. “What?”
“You want to see him again right? He wants to see you too. Well of course he does, he loves you.”
“How? Kyuhyun’s dad is-“
“Going out overseas for the next week.”
Sungmin listened to Sunny closely. Kyuhyun was going to escape, they weren’t sure how yet, but he was determined, he would. Ryeowook would call him when he was sure Sungmin was coming, Sunny had already given the other boy Sungmin's phone number. It was just a matter of time.
“Sunny, I want to see him…”
Sunny smiled softly into her receiver. “I know.”
Sungmin waited on the swing at the park where he and Kyuhyun had finally a couple. He lazily drew pictures in the sand using the tip of his toes, enjoying the feeling if the grains brushing against his feet.
He was aware of the setting sun behind him. People were leaving, going home to their families or to the apartments they shared with lovers or friends. Going home after a hard day at work or simply from a day of lazing around.
Sungmin didn’t know where his home was anymore. It sure as hell wasn’t the house he shared with his parents. It was more hell then home there for him.
Sungmin breathed deeply and closed his eyes as the street lamps started to light up around him.
He waited for what seemed like hours, but not moving from his spot on the swing, even after people stared at him oddly.
“How much longer…?” He asked to no one, looking up towards the peeking moon, “I want to see you, Kyuhyun.”
“I wanted to see you too.”
Sungmin turns his head to the figure of a panting boy barely meter’s away from him. Kyuhyun.
His chest was heaving up and down with each breath. Did he run all the way here…?
Sungmin felt tears prick his eyes. He jumped from the swing and ran over to where the other boy stood, tackling him to the ground.
The two fell on top of each other, lips meshing together desperately, I missed you’s and I love you’s spoken again and again like a small prayer between kisses.
Kyuhyun stood up, carrying the smaller boy up with him. He only moved them to a secluded part of the park, not being able wait any longer, before he brought Sungmin close to him again.
“I love you.” He whispered breathlessly against Sungmin's lips.
The older boy skimmed his fingers against Kyuhyun’s cheek and jaw, his eyes wide and almost disbelieving. Kyuhyun was here, with him.
Sungmin pulled Kyuhyun’s lips to his again.
Sungmin was unsure, Kyuhyun understood that. This entire time, he’d been terrified. Will I see him again? Those kinds of questions must have crossed his mind more than once. They had crossed Kyuhyun’s.
Kyuhyun pressed his lips against Sungmin's reassuringly, running his fingers along the nape of his neck.
And Sungmin knew that it was real. Kyuhyun was here. Kyuhyun was with him.
“What do you mean he’s not back yet?! It’s one in the morning!” Sungmin's father yelled into the receiver of his cell phone, eyes searching the streets carefully for his missing son, one hand angrily gripping the steering wheel.
Kyuhyun and Sungmin laid side by side in the cool grass, still panting slightly after making love. Sungmin's eyes were drooping with sleep, his clothes disheveled from being taken of and put on so quickly. He snuggled closer to Kyuhyun’s warm body, tucking himself into the other boy and enjoying the feeling of Kyuhyun’s fingers tracing patterns lazily on his skin under his wrinkled shirt.
“We should run away together, Kyu…” Sungmin mumbled sleepily.
He was answered by silence and Sungmin wondered hazily if Kyuhyun had fallen asleep.
“You’ll run away huh?” Sungmin's eyes shot open. He followed Kyuhyun’s line of vision to where a man stood, slightly shadowed by the dim lights of the park.
“Appa…?” Sungmin asked, absolutely horrified.
The man moved closer and Sungmin clearly saw the enraged expression on his father’s face.
“Don’t you dare call me Appa.” He snarled making Sungmin flinch.
Kyuhyun gripped onto Sungmin's waist in a protective manner. It didn’t go unnoticed by Sungmin's father who let out an angry growl before prying Kyuhyun from Sungmin and punching him across the jaw.
Sungmin watched terrified as Kyuhyun was pushed back from the force of the punch. Sungmin's father advanced on Kyuhyun striking the boy, blow after blow.
Kyuhyun couldn’t fight back, the older man having a huge adavantage over him.
“STOP IT!” Sungmin yelled, launching himself at his father.
His father turned away from Kyuhyun and struck Sungmin across the face with the back of his hand. Sungmin stumbled back before falling at the force of the blow.
He looked up at his father with tearful, lost eyes.
“I hate you.” He whispered. “I hate you.”
Sungmin's father looked down at his son. His son.
As if coming out of a trance, he looked from one body on the ground to the next.
He cradled his head in his hands.
What had he done?
“He can’t speak.”
Sungmin heard the doctor say from behind the slightly open door of Kyuhyun’s hospital room.
He wasn’t allowed to enter. Kyuhyun’s mother absolutely hated him.
“What do you mean he can’t speak?!”
“I’m not sure.” He heard the doctor state. “But I’m guessing that the trauma of the incident had set off a chemical imbalance.”
“Will he be able to speak again…?” Sungmin could hear Kyuhyun’s mother’s hesitant voice.
“Who knows? It might come back in a week, maybe a year. Maybe it won’t ever come back.”
Sungmin couldn’t listen anymore. He buried his head in his hands, flinching when he pressed to hard against the bruise on his cheek.
This was his entire fault. Kyuhyun didn’t deserve this. Sungmin should be the one to lose his voice… Kyuhyun loved to sing. To never hear that voice again…
Sungmin looked at the door as it opened and Kyuhyun‘s mother stepped out, eyes red and puffy. She hissed at Sungmin and Sungmin flinched.
The woman didn’t acknowledge him any further as she brushed past him and into the elevator.
Sungmin's parents came after a while, his mother wearing a sorrowful expression, his father wearing a guilty one.
“Sungmin.” Sungmin flinched and backed away as his father stepped towards him, an arm outstretched.
“Stop! Don’t touch me! What kind of a father are you!”
Sungmin's father visibly cringed at Sungmin's words. He stopped progressing towards the boy and looked at him sorrowful eyes. “You’re right.” He stated quietly. “As a father to you, I’m a failure.”
Sungmin's father walked back out towards the elevator. He stopped to look back at the heartbroken boy. “You can do what you want from now on… as far as you know, I’m not your father.” And then he left, leaving Sungmin crying in the hospital corridor.
Sungmin's mother watched her son pitifully.
“Sungmin-ah…” Sungmin's mother took his hand into hers, rubbing small circles against the back of his hand. “Don’t think badly of your father Sungmin-ah. He does love you… but it’s hard.”
She watched as Sungmin cried, weeping Kyuhyun’s name under his breath over and over. She took a deep breath, preparing to break the news.
“Sungmin-ah… I think it’s better if you don’t live with us anymore.”
Sungmin looked up in shock at his mother, eyes red and wet from crying, the bruise on his face now purpling.
“What…?”
Fandom/Pairing: Super Junior, SNSD- Kyumin, Implied!Henwook
Length: Chaptered [4/5]
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst, Romance, Drama, AU
Summary: Being together isn’t worth this kind of hurt.
[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3][Part4] [Part 5]
Sungmin laughed happily, his fingers laced between Kyuhyun’s- between his boyfriend’s- fingers as the two walked back home after a fun date.
Kyuhyun smiled fondly, watching their laced hands swinging slightly between their bodies because of Sungmin's happiness. “I love you, hyung.”
The older boy blushed and held on tighter to Kyuhyun's hand. “I love you, Kyuhyunnie.”
The two finally let go of each other as they neared Kyuhyun’s house.
“Are you sure you’ll go back alone?” Kyuhyun asked, concerned about the older boy.
Sungmin nodded and quickly pecked Kyuhyun on the cheek. “Good night Kyu, I love you.” He stated smiling. Kyuhyun smiled back at him.
“I love you too.”
Kyuhyun reluctantly let go of Sungmin's hand as the other boy slipped away. He stayed outside until he couldn’t see Sungmin's figure anymore.
Sungmin snuck around to the back of Sunny’s house, where they had agreed to meet up at her old tree-house.
He didn’t make it half way up the ladder when a voice caught his attention.
“Who are you?”
Sungmin looked back and his eyes widened. “Umma!?”
Sungmin's mother looked confused for a while before her eyes widened in realization. “Sungmin?! What are you wearing?!”
Sungmin stuttered, “Umma! This isn’t what you think it is!”
Sungmin sucked in a scared breath as he saw his father appear from the house behind his mother.
“A-Appa?!”
Sungmin's mother turned back to face her husband. “Honey?! Can you believe that this is Sungmin?!” His mother gestured towards the boy. Sungmin was shocked when he realized that she was wearing a small smile.
Sungmin's father laughed when he saw Sungmin standing next to his wife, barely recognizing his eldest son. “What happened, Min, did you lose a bet? Or did Sunkyu just want to have some fun? Maybe that’s why she fled so early!”
Sungmin let out a breath that had stuck in his throat. “Y-yea. Sunny…dared me.” He replied shakily. He’ll blame it on Sunny and then beg for forgiveness later, hopefully.
Sungmin's father ruffled Sungmin's hair affectionately, still laughing.
Sungmin's mother tapped her foot irritably against the tiled kitchen floor. “Why isn’t he picking up?” She sighed dejectedly and hung up the receiver. She had been trying Sungmin's phone for the last fifteen minutes to tell him to pick up some milk on the way home.
“Why does he keep disappearing these days?! It’s worrying me to bits!” She looked startled for a second at her husband who was reading a magazine in the chair across from her. “You don’t think he’d doing drugs do you?”
Sungmin's father looked up from his reading to give his wife a reassuring look, “Of course not. Why would he.”
“Isn’t he on a date?” Sungjin, Sungmin's younger brother, half asked, half stated from across the room.
“A date?!” Sungmin's mother squealed. “When!? Why didn’t me he got girlfriend?!”
Sungmin's younger brother stared quizzically at his mother. “But… isn’t hyung going out with Kyuhyun-hyung?”
Both of Sungmin's parents turned their heads to their youngest son.
Sungmin's mother let out a nervous laugh. “What are you saying, sweetie. Sungmin and Kyuhyun are just friends.”
“But-“
“Don’t talk about your brother in such ways.” Sungmin's father growled. “God forbid.”
Sungjin looked wearily at his parents. “I’m telling you… he’s going out with Kyuhyun-hyung.” He whispered under his breath.
“Where were you today?”
Sungmin jumped at the authority in his father’s voice. He looked up to find him standing at the end of entrance.
“I- I was at Sunny’s…”
Sungmin's father raised an eyebrow. “Sungmin…”
“Really!” Sungmin reassured quickly before brushing past his father and running upstairs.
Sungmin's father’s eyes followed his son’s figure retreating upstairs. An upset expression spread across his face. He had gotten off the phone with his sister-in-law only minutes before Sungmin had come home. She hadn’t seen head or tail of her nephew, and she had been home all day.
“What are you hiding, Sungmin?” He had been aware of what Sungjin had said about his brother, but God forbid it wasn’t true. It wasn’t true… It wasn’t.
It had happened in such a flash that Sungmin wasn’t sure it had actually happened.
Kyuhyun and he had gone out to have ice-cream; his was strawberry and Kyuhyun’s mint chocolate chip.
They walked with their hands laced- it was becoming an unbreakable habit, the hand holding- to the park. It was a hot July afternoon and the two wanted no more than to laze about.
They picked a bench in a shady spot under a large tree to sit down.
Sungmin remembers laughing at something Kyuhyun had said before the younger boy leaned in to kiss him. He closed his eyes, and moved closer to Kyuhyun’s body.
The kiss never came. Kyuhyun was pulled away from him with so much force that it hurt when their hands separated. Sungmin opened his eyes startled.
He looked up terrified, sucking in his breath, at his father.
The man looked at him with eyes cross between anger and regret.
“I’m disappointed in you.”
Sungmin felt tears prick his eyes.
The elder boy was grabbed roughly by the wrist and dragged away from his boyfriend.
He could see all the people looking at him but that didn’t really matter.
“Why?”
It was one simple word, but it tore Sungmin up inside.
Why? There were so many things he could have said. He loves me. He makes me happy. He knows me better than anyone else. Our feelings can’t be controlled… I love him.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?”
Sungmin sniffed from his seat across from his patents on the couch. He watched his father’s face phase through expressions. He settled on disappointment as he looked at Sungmin in shame.
“I believed in you, Sungmin!”
Sungmin flinched at the raised voice.
“Dear, calm down” Sungmin’s mother tried to sooth.
“I’m sorry!” Sungmin yelled, tears flowing from his eyes. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m Sorry! I… I love him okay!”
Sungmin's father looked at Sungmin silently, painfully, for all but ten seconds.
The man turned from the weeping boy and left. “Honey!” Both Sungmin and his mother flinched when the door of the house slammed shut.
Sungmin's mother looked at him in pity. She reached out for her son. “Sweetheart…”
Sungmin flinched when her hand landed on his shoulder.
Sungmin's mother wrapped her arms around Sungmin's body and let the boy cried.
The phone rang three times before someone picked it up on the other side.
“Hello?”
“Ahra? It’s Sungmin…”
Ahra paused on the other end before her voice fluttered nervously from the speaker.
“Ah- Yoona?” Sungmin frowned, confused?
“No-Ahra it’s-“
“Ah, I’m sorry, my parent are kind of angry right now-“ Ahra continued, confusing Sungmin even more. The boy heard loud noises from the other end. “No! Dad it’s just Yoona! Listen, I’ll meet you tomorrow after school. Come to the kid’s park beside the school.”
Sungmin didn’t get the chance to talk when the line went dead. He just hoped he got the hint right.
“Oppa!”
Sungmin turned to the running figure of Cho Ahra as she approached him.
She stopped abruptly in front of him to catch her breath. Sungmin rubbed her back as she bet over panting.
“O-oppa! What happened!”
“What?” Sungmin asked, confused.
“Something happened, right! My parents found out about your relationship! They sent Kyuhyun away!”
Sungmin froze at Ahra’s words. “What?”
Ahra explained about her parents sending Kyuhyun to some expensive, boarding school, for his sake, they had put it. So he’d get purified. She also explained how Kyuhyun was getting constantly monitored now, who he contacted, what he’s doing, their father would know everything.
“Then… Kyuhyun…” Sungmin felt tears prick his eyes.
“Oppa… don’t cry.” Ahra said, rubbing her hand against Sungmin's arm soothingly. “We’ll figure something out.
To: Silly Dongseng From: Ahra <3
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XXX-7350
That’s Sunkyu’s number. Don’t call her directly.
Kyuhyun had scrawled the number down as soon as he could and deleted the messaged from his sister, lest his father checked his messages sooner than thought.
He felt like a prisoner.
Kyuhyun looked at the number multiple times, not knowing what to do.
He missed Sungmin. He missed his baby.
Kyuhyun walked back tiredly to his dorm. The first thing his noticed as he opened the door was the wafting aroma of a home cooked meal. A delicious one.
“Ryeowook-hyung, what are you making?”
Kim Ryeowook was a small, very feminine boy. It made it awkward when Kyuhyun called him hyung. He was, though, a very kind and understanding person, an awesome cook and-
“Kyuhyun! What’s up man?” Kyuhyun turned to where Henry, a Chinese-Canadian exchange student, walked out from the living room. He also happened to be Ryeowook’s boyfriend.
Yea, Ryeowook was gay. It made it much easier for the two to become friends. Not that the teachers knew about this little fact.
“Pasta.” Ryeowook answered shortly. Kyuhyun understood, usually Ryeowook would make traditional dishes, but Henry, being foreign, didn’t exactly have a taste for Korean food. “You look upset, did something happen.”
Kyuhyun sighed. Ryeowook didn’t know about Sungmin… though maybe he should…
“Ryeowook-hyung? Can I ask you a favor?”
“Hello?” Sunny answered her phone cautiously, not knowing who was calling her.
“Hello? Is this Lee Sunny?”
Sunny was startled at the timid voice on the other end of the phone. She frowned. If Jessica was trying to make fun of her again, she’d blow. “Who wants to know?” She asked, suspicion laced in her voice.
“I-I’m Kim Ryeowook. I’m Kyuhyun’s friend.” Sunny relaxed a bit, but she was still serious as she talked.
“Okay, so, what is it?”
Ryeowook shifted in his seat at Sunny’s interrogating voice. “Umm, this is about Kyuhyun and… Sungmin.”
Sunny’s listened closer at the two names. She knew that her uncle had found out about their relationship, and she had heard from Sungmin that Kyuhyun had been sent away.
As if it wasn’t enough that his father couldn’t even look at him, but his love was also torn from him. It was killing Sungmin, he didn’t talk to anyone, he didn’t go out, he barely ate. It hurt sunny to see someone she loved in that kind of condition.
“What do you suppose we do about them?” She finally asked Ryeowook in an airy voice. “I don’t think I can stand seeing him like this anymore.
Sungmin turned over on his side to watch his phone vibrate on his side table.
He didn’t want to answer the phone. In fact, he didn’t want to do anything. He felt tears prick his eyes. He’d rather die than never see Kyuhyun again.
Sungmin desperately wanted to contemplate the idea of suicide. He really did but his damn phone kept buzzing persistently.
Sungmin grabbed the phone off of the table, quickly checked the caller ID and pressed the talk button.
“What?! Sunny I don’t want to talk about my ‘prob-“
“If I told you, you can see Kyuhyun again, what would you say?”
Sungmin paused and sat up straighter, wondering if he had heard right. “What?”
“You want to see him again right? He wants to see you too. Well of course he does, he loves you.”
“How? Kyuhyun’s dad is-“
“Going out overseas for the next week.”
Sungmin listened to Sunny closely. Kyuhyun was going to escape, they weren’t sure how yet, but he was determined, he would. Ryeowook would call him when he was sure Sungmin was coming, Sunny had already given the other boy Sungmin's phone number. It was just a matter of time.
“Sunny, I want to see him…”
Sunny smiled softly into her receiver. “I know.”
Sungmin waited on the swing at the park where he and Kyuhyun had finally a couple. He lazily drew pictures in the sand using the tip of his toes, enjoying the feeling if the grains brushing against his feet.
He was aware of the setting sun behind him. People were leaving, going home to their families or to the apartments they shared with lovers or friends. Going home after a hard day at work or simply from a day of lazing around.
Sungmin didn’t know where his home was anymore. It sure as hell wasn’t the house he shared with his parents. It was more hell then home there for him.
Sungmin breathed deeply and closed his eyes as the street lamps started to light up around him.
He waited for what seemed like hours, but not moving from his spot on the swing, even after people stared at him oddly.
“How much longer…?” He asked to no one, looking up towards the peeking moon, “I want to see you, Kyuhyun.”
“I wanted to see you too.”
Sungmin turns his head to the figure of a panting boy barely meter’s away from him. Kyuhyun.
His chest was heaving up and down with each breath. Did he run all the way here…?
Sungmin felt tears prick his eyes. He jumped from the swing and ran over to where the other boy stood, tackling him to the ground.
The two fell on top of each other, lips meshing together desperately, I missed you’s and I love you’s spoken again and again like a small prayer between kisses.
Kyuhyun stood up, carrying the smaller boy up with him. He only moved them to a secluded part of the park, not being able wait any longer, before he brought Sungmin close to him again.
“I love you.” He whispered breathlessly against Sungmin's lips.
The older boy skimmed his fingers against Kyuhyun’s cheek and jaw, his eyes wide and almost disbelieving. Kyuhyun was here, with him.
Sungmin pulled Kyuhyun’s lips to his again.
Sungmin was unsure, Kyuhyun understood that. This entire time, he’d been terrified. Will I see him again? Those kinds of questions must have crossed his mind more than once. They had crossed Kyuhyun’s.
Kyuhyun pressed his lips against Sungmin's reassuringly, running his fingers along the nape of his neck.
And Sungmin knew that it was real. Kyuhyun was here. Kyuhyun was with him.
“What do you mean he’s not back yet?! It’s one in the morning!” Sungmin's father yelled into the receiver of his cell phone, eyes searching the streets carefully for his missing son, one hand angrily gripping the steering wheel.
Kyuhyun and Sungmin laid side by side in the cool grass, still panting slightly after making love. Sungmin's eyes were drooping with sleep, his clothes disheveled from being taken of and put on so quickly. He snuggled closer to Kyuhyun’s warm body, tucking himself into the other boy and enjoying the feeling of Kyuhyun’s fingers tracing patterns lazily on his skin under his wrinkled shirt.
“We should run away together, Kyu…” Sungmin mumbled sleepily.
He was answered by silence and Sungmin wondered hazily if Kyuhyun had fallen asleep.
“You’ll run away huh?” Sungmin's eyes shot open. He followed Kyuhyun’s line of vision to where a man stood, slightly shadowed by the dim lights of the park.
“Appa…?” Sungmin asked, absolutely horrified.
The man moved closer and Sungmin clearly saw the enraged expression on his father’s face.
“Don’t you dare call me Appa.” He snarled making Sungmin flinch.
Kyuhyun gripped onto Sungmin's waist in a protective manner. It didn’t go unnoticed by Sungmin's father who let out an angry growl before prying Kyuhyun from Sungmin and punching him across the jaw.
Sungmin watched terrified as Kyuhyun was pushed back from the force of the punch. Sungmin's father advanced on Kyuhyun striking the boy, blow after blow.
Kyuhyun couldn’t fight back, the older man having a huge adavantage over him.
“STOP IT!” Sungmin yelled, launching himself at his father.
His father turned away from Kyuhyun and struck Sungmin across the face with the back of his hand. Sungmin stumbled back before falling at the force of the blow.
He looked up at his father with tearful, lost eyes.
“I hate you.” He whispered. “I hate you.”
Sungmin's father looked down at his son. His son.
As if coming out of a trance, he looked from one body on the ground to the next.
He cradled his head in his hands.
What had he done?
“He can’t speak.”
Sungmin heard the doctor say from behind the slightly open door of Kyuhyun’s hospital room.
He wasn’t allowed to enter. Kyuhyun’s mother absolutely hated him.
“What do you mean he can’t speak?!”
“I’m not sure.” He heard the doctor state. “But I’m guessing that the trauma of the incident had set off a chemical imbalance.”
“Will he be able to speak again…?” Sungmin could hear Kyuhyun’s mother’s hesitant voice.
“Who knows? It might come back in a week, maybe a year. Maybe it won’t ever come back.”
Sungmin couldn’t listen anymore. He buried his head in his hands, flinching when he pressed to hard against the bruise on his cheek.
This was his entire fault. Kyuhyun didn’t deserve this. Sungmin should be the one to lose his voice… Kyuhyun loved to sing. To never hear that voice again…
Sungmin looked at the door as it opened and Kyuhyun‘s mother stepped out, eyes red and puffy. She hissed at Sungmin and Sungmin flinched.
The woman didn’t acknowledge him any further as she brushed past him and into the elevator.
Sungmin's parents came after a while, his mother wearing a sorrowful expression, his father wearing a guilty one.
“Sungmin.” Sungmin flinched and backed away as his father stepped towards him, an arm outstretched.
“Stop! Don’t touch me! What kind of a father are you!”
Sungmin's father visibly cringed at Sungmin's words. He stopped progressing towards the boy and looked at him sorrowful eyes. “You’re right.” He stated quietly. “As a father to you, I’m a failure.”
Sungmin's father walked back out towards the elevator. He stopped to look back at the heartbroken boy. “You can do what you want from now on… as far as you know, I’m not your father.” And then he left, leaving Sungmin crying in the hospital corridor.
Sungmin's mother watched her son pitifully.
“Sungmin-ah…” Sungmin's mother took his hand into hers, rubbing small circles against the back of his hand. “Don’t think badly of your father Sungmin-ah. He does love you… but it’s hard.”
She watched as Sungmin cried, weeping Kyuhyun’s name under his breath over and over. She took a deep breath, preparing to break the news.
“Sungmin-ah… I think it’s better if you don’t live with us anymore.”
Sungmin looked up in shock at his mother, eyes red and wet from crying, the bruise on his face now purpling.
“What…?”