When It Rains
Title: When It Rains
Author: his_angel16
Genre: Romance, AU, Angst
Pairing: broken!JunSeung
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hyunseung's memories plague him.
Warning: Character death
I remember everything clearly, as if it was played in front of me everyday. The clubbing, the ride home, the accident, the pain. I couldn’t remember, however, how I lived. That part is nothing but a blur. I remember a bright, too white room and a nurse telling me that I was going to be fine after a few weeks. All I did was sleep while I was in the hospital, barely living at all.
As I walk toward my familiar place of refuge, I keep choking on my own tears. Everything had changed my second year of university. That’s when he came into my life and changed me forever. All I can do is smile regretfully at everything I lost in the blink of an eye.
Back then, all I ever did was study. Nothing else was important until he showed up…
“This is the new student,” the professor explained. “Introduce yourself, please.”
“I’m Yong Junhyung. This is my first year attending university,” he replied. He yawned after that.
“Please take your seat beside Jang Hyunseung.”
“Who’s that?”
“I’m Jang Hyunseung,” I blurted. My eyes widened at my sudden outburst.
He took his seat beside me quietly. I held him in high regard for being younger than me and in the same classes. Well, at least until I peeked over at him and noticed him sleeping. I rolled my eyes, thinking he would get kicked out soon. Miraculously, he was the top of the class. I was jealous and angry at that. I always worked my butt off yet he was better than me.
“How does he do that?” my childhood friend asked.
“I don’t know, Yoseob.” I glared at the new kid. “But it really irritates me.”
“Watch out, Seobbie, Hyunseung is in one of those moods,” Doojoon warned half jokingly.
“Ha ha,” I snapped. “Why does he think he’s better than us?”
“I don’t think that,” Junhyung interrupted, startling us. My mouth fell open. “Yeah, I could hear you.” He had lifted his head off of his desk just to speak, then resumed with his napping.
“Then why choose now to speak up?” I had my arms crossed, ready for an argument.
Turning his head to look at us, I could see some hidden emotion in his eyes, but couldn’t name it. “Why should I sit here and continue acting as if I’m deaf when I can clearly hear you. Either shut up or I’ll make you.”
I scoffed at him, rolling my eyes. “Like you actually intimidate me…”
Before I could think, he was out of his seat and gripping my shirt collar. His fist was an inch from my nose. I gulped and he laughed.
“Scared, Jang?”
“Ha! You wish!”
Suddenly, I felt like my lungs were collapsing. He hit me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. He walked away while I gasped for air, my friends frantic. I remember the back of him well. That’s all I was able to glimpse, if any of his presence at all. The first term was passing quickly and Yong Junhyung was still plaguing my mind.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” I asked him once. He nodded and followed me to the roof of the campus. “Do you hate me or something?”
He shrugged, looking toward the horizon. “Not particularly, no. You just seemed to have it in for me, so I ignored you every day.”
“I wanted to apologize for that, but…you’re…” I paused, gnawing on my lower lip.
“I’m what?”
“You’re intimidating! Every single time I try to talk to you, I always run away!” I shouted. “Why are you so unapproachable?”
He laughed. “I’m not. Everyone just thinks I am.”
I was utterly stunned. “You’re joking, right?”
“No.” He paused, thinking about something intently. Turning to me, he smiled. “Do you want to cut class and see a movie?”
“I don’t know. I try not to miss class very often.”
“Oh, loosen up, Seungie.”
I froze. Nobody ever called me that. Not even my friends. He grabbed my hand and made me follow him. We crept through the halls undetected. Once we were outside, he held up a set of keys. I just looked at him.
“What?”
He rolled his eyes. “Want to drive?”
“What kind of car is it?”
He laughed again. Apparently, he thought I was funny. “I ride a motorcycle.”
“You drive, then.” He led me to where he had parked. It was a shiny, black bike. My mouth fell open again. “This is your motorcycle?”
“Yeah. Pretty nice, huh?” I could only nod. He handed me a red helmet. “Here, put his on. I hope you have a good grip. If you don’t, you’ll fall off.”
When he climbed on, he patted the space behind him. I gulped before I climbed on, too. I locked my arms around his waist, feeling more than a little embarrassed. Revving his engine, he sped off toward the movie theatre. I closed my eyes at some point during the trip. I only knew it was time to get off because he was pulling at my wrists.
“We’re here, Seungie,” he whispered. I opened my eyes to see his face inches from mine. He pulled the helmet from my head and quickly placed a kiss on my cheek before leading me inside. “What do you want to see?”
“I don’t know. You pick something,” I answered. My mind was numb. Did that really just happen?
“Let’s watch a comedy.” He ordered our tickets and lead me to the concession stand. He bought a large popcorn and a large drink with two straws. I controlled my expression until we were in the dark theatre.
“Why only one drink?” I asked, nonchalantly.
“Because if I ordered two, it would be less than a date,” he whispered in response. Again, my mouth fell open.
Halfway through the movie, I felt his arm slide behind me, resting lightly on my shoulders. By the end of the movie, I had leaned closer to him, my head was resting on his shoulder. We laughed at the same parts and joked about things we both caught throughout the movie.
“Want to go somewhere else fun?” he asked.
When I nodded, he grinned, pulling me along. We got onto his bike again and he sped off toward some other part of the city. We ended up outside the city limits and on an abandoned railroad track. We walked for a little while, then turned and retraced our steps. Once the sun dropped behind the horizon, we went to a small dance club. Neither one of us drank, but we still had loads of fun. It was leaving after midnight that worried me.
“Are you sure you can see well enough?” I questioned, trying to hide my panic.
“I’m sure.” He strapped the helmet on me before pulling one on himself. “Just hold on tightly, Seungie. I’ll have you home soon.”
After we took off, that’s when I began to worry. Something didn’t seem right. All I really remember from that night is a bright light speeding toward us. Then, I woke up in the hospital. It was a few days later when I realized that Junhyung was never going to wake up.
I finally let the tears roll down my cheeks as I placed the small pot of flowers in front of the stone. My fingertips traced the familiar lines that formed his name. I couldn’t stop the sob from escaping my lips. I collapsed in front of his stone, like I have for the past three years. Every time this day rolled around I was no fun and just a grouch.
It was always worse on this day. Other times I came to pay my respects, but it never hurt this much. On every year that followed his death, I bawled my eyes out. Yoseob and Doojoon always tried to comfort me, but it never worked. I just cried harder when they told me to get over it.
Looking at his name etched into the marble stone made me think back to the one and only day we spent together. It ended in tragedy for us both, him losing his life and me losing a potential first love. I still can’t get over it. Nothing could ever fix this. I looked at the sky as raindrops fell against my face. People say that when it rains, the past is washed away. If only things were that simple…
Author: his_angel16
Genre: Romance, AU, Angst
Pairing: broken!JunSeung
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hyunseung's memories plague him.
Warning: Character death
I remember everything clearly, as if it was played in front of me everyday. The clubbing, the ride home, the accident, the pain. I couldn’t remember, however, how I lived. That part is nothing but a blur. I remember a bright, too white room and a nurse telling me that I was going to be fine after a few weeks. All I did was sleep while I was in the hospital, barely living at all.
As I walk toward my familiar place of refuge, I keep choking on my own tears. Everything had changed my second year of university. That’s when he came into my life and changed me forever. All I can do is smile regretfully at everything I lost in the blink of an eye.
Back then, all I ever did was study. Nothing else was important until he showed up…
“This is the new student,” the professor explained. “Introduce yourself, please.”
“I’m Yong Junhyung. This is my first year attending university,” he replied. He yawned after that.
“Please take your seat beside Jang Hyunseung.”
“Who’s that?”
“I’m Jang Hyunseung,” I blurted. My eyes widened at my sudden outburst.
He took his seat beside me quietly. I held him in high regard for being younger than me and in the same classes. Well, at least until I peeked over at him and noticed him sleeping. I rolled my eyes, thinking he would get kicked out soon. Miraculously, he was the top of the class. I was jealous and angry at that. I always worked my butt off yet he was better than me.
“How does he do that?” my childhood friend asked.
“I don’t know, Yoseob.” I glared at the new kid. “But it really irritates me.”
“Watch out, Seobbie, Hyunseung is in one of those moods,” Doojoon warned half jokingly.
“Ha ha,” I snapped. “Why does he think he’s better than us?”
“I don’t think that,” Junhyung interrupted, startling us. My mouth fell open. “Yeah, I could hear you.” He had lifted his head off of his desk just to speak, then resumed with his napping.
“Then why choose now to speak up?” I had my arms crossed, ready for an argument.
Turning his head to look at us, I could see some hidden emotion in his eyes, but couldn’t name it. “Why should I sit here and continue acting as if I’m deaf when I can clearly hear you. Either shut up or I’ll make you.”
I scoffed at him, rolling my eyes. “Like you actually intimidate me…”
Before I could think, he was out of his seat and gripping my shirt collar. His fist was an inch from my nose. I gulped and he laughed.
“Scared, Jang?”
“Ha! You wish!”
Suddenly, I felt like my lungs were collapsing. He hit me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. He walked away while I gasped for air, my friends frantic. I remember the back of him well. That’s all I was able to glimpse, if any of his presence at all. The first term was passing quickly and Yong Junhyung was still plaguing my mind.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” I asked him once. He nodded and followed me to the roof of the campus. “Do you hate me or something?”
He shrugged, looking toward the horizon. “Not particularly, no. You just seemed to have it in for me, so I ignored you every day.”
“I wanted to apologize for that, but…you’re…” I paused, gnawing on my lower lip.
“I’m what?”
“You’re intimidating! Every single time I try to talk to you, I always run away!” I shouted. “Why are you so unapproachable?”
He laughed. “I’m not. Everyone just thinks I am.”
I was utterly stunned. “You’re joking, right?”
“No.” He paused, thinking about something intently. Turning to me, he smiled. “Do you want to cut class and see a movie?”
“I don’t know. I try not to miss class very often.”
“Oh, loosen up, Seungie.”
I froze. Nobody ever called me that. Not even my friends. He grabbed my hand and made me follow him. We crept through the halls undetected. Once we were outside, he held up a set of keys. I just looked at him.
“What?”
He rolled his eyes. “Want to drive?”
“What kind of car is it?”
He laughed again. Apparently, he thought I was funny. “I ride a motorcycle.”
“You drive, then.” He led me to where he had parked. It was a shiny, black bike. My mouth fell open again. “This is your motorcycle?”
“Yeah. Pretty nice, huh?” I could only nod. He handed me a red helmet. “Here, put his on. I hope you have a good grip. If you don’t, you’ll fall off.”
When he climbed on, he patted the space behind him. I gulped before I climbed on, too. I locked my arms around his waist, feeling more than a little embarrassed. Revving his engine, he sped off toward the movie theatre. I closed my eyes at some point during the trip. I only knew it was time to get off because he was pulling at my wrists.
“We’re here, Seungie,” he whispered. I opened my eyes to see his face inches from mine. He pulled the helmet from my head and quickly placed a kiss on my cheek before leading me inside. “What do you want to see?”
“I don’t know. You pick something,” I answered. My mind was numb. Did that really just happen?
“Let’s watch a comedy.” He ordered our tickets and lead me to the concession stand. He bought a large popcorn and a large drink with two straws. I controlled my expression until we were in the dark theatre.
“Why only one drink?” I asked, nonchalantly.
“Because if I ordered two, it would be less than a date,” he whispered in response. Again, my mouth fell open.
Halfway through the movie, I felt his arm slide behind me, resting lightly on my shoulders. By the end of the movie, I had leaned closer to him, my head was resting on his shoulder. We laughed at the same parts and joked about things we both caught throughout the movie.
“Want to go somewhere else fun?” he asked.
When I nodded, he grinned, pulling me along. We got onto his bike again and he sped off toward some other part of the city. We ended up outside the city limits and on an abandoned railroad track. We walked for a little while, then turned and retraced our steps. Once the sun dropped behind the horizon, we went to a small dance club. Neither one of us drank, but we still had loads of fun. It was leaving after midnight that worried me.
“Are you sure you can see well enough?” I questioned, trying to hide my panic.
“I’m sure.” He strapped the helmet on me before pulling one on himself. “Just hold on tightly, Seungie. I’ll have you home soon.”
After we took off, that’s when I began to worry. Something didn’t seem right. All I really remember from that night is a bright light speeding toward us. Then, I woke up in the hospital. It was a few days later when I realized that Junhyung was never going to wake up.
I finally let the tears roll down my cheeks as I placed the small pot of flowers in front of the stone. My fingertips traced the familiar lines that formed his name. I couldn’t stop the sob from escaping my lips. I collapsed in front of his stone, like I have for the past three years. Every time this day rolled around I was no fun and just a grouch.
It was always worse on this day. Other times I came to pay my respects, but it never hurt this much. On every year that followed his death, I bawled my eyes out. Yoseob and Doojoon always tried to comfort me, but it never worked. I just cried harder when they told me to get over it.
Looking at his name etched into the marble stone made me think back to the one and only day we spent together. It ended in tragedy for us both, him losing his life and me losing a potential first love. I still can’t get over it. Nothing could ever fix this. I looked at the sky as raindrops fell against my face. People say that when it rains, the past is washed away. If only things were that simple…