My Bloody Valentine (7/7)
so here it is. I am done.
Word count: 734 (It is short, it's the point)
[{ Monday}] - [{ Tuesday}] - [{ Wednesday}] - [{ Thursday}] - [{ Friday}] - [{ Saturday}] - [{ Sunday}] - [{ Epilogue}]
Sunday
With a heavy groan Heechul turned in his bed, something hit the floor as he searched the night stand for his phone. He looked at the screen with squinted eyes and sighed.
No messages.
None. Not even one. Not from Hyukjae, not from Kyuhyun.
What was this? How could neither of them send him a message? How could both of them ignore him. He looked at the time. 12.46.
What the fuck was this?
Disgruntled he got up and pulled a shirt over his head.
They probably each had some big surprise planned out. A huge romantic gesture to drown Heechul in their love. Oh how he enjoyed that attention.
To have them both shower him with affection. How wonderful it was to have them both. Honestly it was never planned with Kyuhyun, he was with Hyukjae, they were happy, then there was a party. And there was he. Silent, bitter and broody. He was far too tasty for Heechul to just leave alone. But that it would go this far was never a part of the equation.
He scratched the back of his neck before opening the fridge, staring blankly at it before fixing himself a bowl of cereal. He really needed to go buy more food. With slow and heavy steps he made his way to the couch. The bright light from the tv made him blink rapidly before his eyes could focus on the screen.
Something about a murder. The body of a young man was found in the woods earlier this morning. The police were investigating it. No traces were left.
"Boooring" he said while changing the channel to some cartoons for children.
Softly he snickered at some cow using a hoolahoop as he heard the door bell.
"One second" he yelled before rushing to his closet and pulled a pair of pants on.
Behind the door stood a young man with two dozen roses, a box of chocolate and a card.
A smile spread over his lips as he looked at the things that the mail man held in his arms.
"Who is it from?"
"Your.." He took a pause to read on a little note he had in his hand "hunny bunny".
A dark chuckle emitted from Heechul's throat as he accepted all the gifts, placing them on a bench by the door while mumbling 'Kyuhyun' to himself.
"thank you!" he said before closing the door and making a small pirouette to the things.
"I knew they didn't forget me"
He picked up the box of chocolates and read the words written on it. 'Be my Valentine'.
"oh cutie pie" he continued snickering while smelling the roses and picking up the card.
A little 'swish' was heard as a Polaroid fell out of the card and Heechul found himself staring at the backside of the picture on the floor.
Not two seconds did he hesitate before reaching down to pick up the card and in that second his phone rings. Kyuhyun.
"H there" his voice was dark and low.
"Thank you for the roses" Heechul could almost hear how Kyuhyun smiled over the phone.
"Anything for you, did you see the picture"
"I was just coming to that, but your call interrupted it"
Kyuhyun chuckled darkly over the phone.
"well look at it"
With a smile on his lips Heechul bent down to pick up the photograph. And he gasped before he completely took in the motive of the photograph, he writhed as he stared at Hyukjae's broken body lying in a ditch, blood and dirt on him. Silence.
"Kyuh..."
"Do you like it?"
"Wha... what the fuck have you done?" His voice trembled, tears forming in his eyes as he slid down against the wall, keeping the photo clasped in his hand.
"Aren't you happy?"
"Why the hell would I be happy what the fuck... what.. why... what the fuck have you done?!" He couldn't contain it, the tears streaming down his face as he was yelling into the phone, hulking and hiccups leaving his throat.
"You're a fucking psycho, a murderer and a disgusting piece of shit!"
"I thought you loved me... "
"How the fuck could I love you after this? How could I... Why would you do this Kyuhyun? Why the fuck would you do this?"
"For you. For us"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
No response.
"Kyuhyun?"
"Happy Valentine's day".
Click.
Silence.
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