Love Song
Epilogue to My Bloody Valentine
Word count: 2060
[{ Monday}] - [{ Tuesday}] - [{ Wednesday}] - [{ Thursday}] - [{ Friday}] - [{ Saturday}] - [{ Sunday}]
Love song
He dropped the phone and a muffled thud was heard as it hit the floor. A shrieking laughter, dark and diabolical, like a wolf's howl in the dead of night, all in his head. Then the tears came, flushing down his cheeks, his eyes burning like someone had poured acid into them. In fact his entire body felt as if it was being lowered into a tub of acid, an acid that burned and gnawed while his skin was melting off of his body.
He killed him. Thoughts were circling, his heart was beating ever so loudly and every thump was like a punch from inside his ribcage. There was also a feeling of exterior pressure, like someone was pushing him against the wall, prying his bones apart to get to his heart, to puncture it, break it, eat it.
Heechul closed his eyes, he let the tears run down, burning his skin as he crawled into a fetal position, lying there for an hour, maybe two? That was until a smell pervaded the air, a familiar smell. He scrunched his nose up, lavender, rosemary and petitgrain. It was driving him crazy until he opened his eyes, red and swollen and as soon as he saw the figure in front of him he pressed himself against the wall, sitting straight up, petrified.
"Have you been crying?" Kyuhyun's voice was low and rather hoarse, like he had been screaming for the past hours.
"What the fuck d-do you think?" Heechul's voice cracked and he swallowed a sob, trying to keep a strong face against the boy in front of him. Then he noticed a twitch, a twitch in Kyuhyun's mouth, as if he was forcing back a smile.
"What have you done?" Heechul looked at him and like a small child he huddled up closer to the wall, with Kyuhyun's smiling face hovering over him slightly, his touch was cold, freezing and burning at the same time as Heechul turned his face away, trying to get away from this man turned estrange.
"Don't fight it," Kyuhyun said calmly and just like that Kyuhyun grabbed his cheeks, pressing his fingers hard into the skin and turning Heechul's face towards him, staring him right in the eyes, challenging him, enjoying every second of watching Heechul cower before him, obeying him, being the small one.
"Life's not so fun when you're not the one in charge... is it?" The way Kyuhyun's lips mouthed the words was intoxicating, a low voice, slow, soft, but also filled with rage and passion. and Heechul tried to stay strong, fought the urges, kept telling himself what Kyuhyun had done, but a part of him still couldn't grasp it. He kept fumbling in the dark trying to catch fog, he never had it under control. He never knew for sure that this was the work of Kyuhyun, his Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun's lips had never felt as rough nor tasted as bitter as that day, the disgust pierced through him like a saber from above but he couldn't break it. Kyuhyun was pressing him against the wall, clasping his jaw, keeping him trapped in this kiss of power and control. and right at that moment Heechul regretted everything, every word, every touch and every kiss he ever gave him. Because deep down he knew. All along he knew, it was his own fault Kyuhyun turned this way, his own silly mind games, his words and actions. Oh god why?
He started crying again, crying as he continued to move his lips against Kyuhyun's before mustering up enough strength to push him off. Push Kyuhyun away from him, onto the floor, and he started running, he launched for the door but suddenly found himself facing the floor instead with Kyuhyun's claw like fingers around his ankle, pulling him towards him.
"Oh no you don't," Kyuhyun said with a sly smile, eyes with a flash in them, fingers wandering over Heechul's skin, yanking his leg to pull him closer and Heechul kicked. He kicked and yelled and tried to fight off Kyuhyun's hands and his power, he tried to break free, crying and wailing. With Kyuhyun laughing, that shrieking laughter again, his teeth showing, his eyes burning and his hands strong, pinning him to the floor. Heechul kept crying, he kept crying out words of discontent, screaming at him to let him go, praying to all the religious figures that he could just get out.
"Shut up!" Kyuhyun's voice was like a revelation, loud, powerful, commanding. Kyuhyun stared at him with his burning eyes, his lips trembling and hands shaking.
"I don't want to do this", he pleaded, his voice soft and sweet, like a lover's voice should be, nothing of the previous anger and rage in it. It was just Kyuhyun.
"Kyuhyun please don't,"
"I thought you loved me?"
"Please,"
"Tell me you love me,"
"Kyuhyun don't,"
and the world went black for a second, his head slammed against the floor and Kyuhyun in a spitting rage over him, his eyes red and teary.
"Tell me you love me!" Kyuhyun commanded, voice slurry and strong, quaking. Desperate.
"You told me... That you loved me," Kyuhyun's words were unclear, slurry. He was quivering, shaking and he swallowed down, sorrow.
"Kyuhyun I'm sorry," and Kyuhyun snarled, slamming his head back into the floor again, screaming the word "no" in Heechul's face, spitting it out over and over again, the agony and fury right back where it was from the beginning.
"Don't. fucking. say. sorry!" Between every word was a slam, right to the floor.
Heechul kept crying. Tears burning, mouth dry, frightened and in fear for Kyuhyun's next move. His head was spinning and he felt sick, like his stomach was twisted from within and was being punctured by sharp nails every other second.
"You told me you loved me!" Kyuhyun continued screaming, his rage now mixed with tears as he stared into Heechul, scrutinizing every part of his soul right through his eyes.
Then the pressure on him was gone. Kyuhyun was pacing the room, hitting his temples over and over, a whining wheeze leaving his lips. Heechul saw his chance and he launched to the door again, a loud bang stopping him right in his movement. The smoke rose from the small hole in the ground next to him and he slowly turned back to catch the eyes of his former lover, only moments later finding himself staring dead-eye into the barrel of a gun. Kyuhyun's sleek finger over the trigger and his body shaking.
"Don't try to leave,"
"Please,"
"You don't understand... I think about you all the time and this... is not over," Kyuhyun was shaking, chewing on his lips, clenching his jaw and fiddling with the gun in his hand. Heechul just looked at him, this completely broken person, completely different yet at the same time completely unchanged.
"It has to be," Heechul's voice was weak and filled to the brim with horror. "You killed my boyfriend," Heechul added and Kyuhyun's eyes widened and he slowly lowered the gun. Everything was wrong, this wasn't how it was supposed to play out, this was not the plan and Kyuhyun's head was about to blow with thoughts being thrown around like in a wash machine under his skull bone.
Heechul moved, he inched towards the door, one small step, he won't notice, another one, the door was just a couple of feet in front of him, another step, and Kyuhyun screamed.
"Don't leave! Come back here, we're not finished! You don't care anymore is that it?
"It doesn't matter... It doesn't matter what I feel. You murdered someone, Kyuhyun,"
The words were basically a wheeze, something made from air being pressed out from Heechul's lungs.
"Then tell me you don't love me!" Silence, nothing but silent sobs as Heechul covered his face in his hands, "SAY IT!" Kyuhyun commanded and Heechul flinched, let out a loud squeak. Never in his entire life had these feelings, these instincts, surged through him like this day.
This lover's day.
Slowly he removed his hands, keeping his eyes to the floor to adverse Kyuhyun's demanding gaze but still slowly, one step at a time, moving closer to him, speaking softly "Is that what you need to hear? Will that help? I don't. I don't... Now let me go," those four last words was the epitome of courage that Heechul could muster in that room, all of the air being sucked out as if they were standing in a vacuum. A black hole swallowing everything in it's path. The black hole that was Kyuhyun, Kyuhyun who was shaking his head, slowly and with a tormented face, "no," and he breathed. One sharp breath in.
"A person doesn't just wake up one day and stop loving somebody," as Kyuhyun spoke he raised the barrel towards Heechul again "Love is forever," Heechul stopped, he stopped moving and he glanced past Kyuhyun's shoulder, the back door was slightly opened and he saw this chance, this one chance to leave, to be free.
"I'm not afraid to use it, I swear! If I can't be with you...."
"My god," Heechul swallowed down, this was it, he pushed Kyuhyun hard out of the way and took his march to the door, every muscle of his body fighting to make it out.
"Don't walk away from me, bitch!" Kyuhyun called but Heechul kept running, "Stop it!" open the door, tear it up, get outside, then he heard the gun cock "Stop it! Don't make me!" Kyuhyun kept yelling at him. With wet cheeks and every little atom of him broken down Heechul turned back, turned his eyes to Kyuhyun and the gun, he forced a straight face, breathe in, breathe out. "Alright... just... You know you don't want to do this... Let's both just calm down..." and Kyuhyun did, he lowered the gun again, a small nod, dampening his lips. "Now give me the gun," Heechul said and yet again Kyuhyun lifted his arm. "Don't... Don't do that dammit! Don't talk to me like I'm some stupid child!"
The world tumbled around him, everything went in slow motion and his breathing had never been so loud. The ground was cold beneath him and he watched as red liquid poured from the hole in his chest, his eyes were glazed and the day kept turning darker until he saw naught but black. He heard every heartbeat, everytime it slowed down, every thud. Until it stopped.
Kyuhyun's chest heaved and his eyes were wide as he let his arm fall to his side, he looked at his artwork. The limp body of the love of his life. Blood tainting the ground, seeping from the wound in Heechul's torso, making it's way between the stone slabs, like tiny rivers branching.
What had he done? He was shaking, like never before, more vigorous than earlier, his hand was clasped around the gun as he slowly made his way back into the house. Feeling the need to lean against the wall, breathing. The tears had stopped. Everything had stopped.
And then he pressed play. Love song for the dear departed. It was like he was walking in a maze that never made a turn, everything in the room was blurry and out of sight. Head stone for the broken hearted. The armchair squeaked as he sat down, staring straight ahead with nothing in his focus. Arms to kill, or flowers to steal, and he wept as his heart burned, silent but nonetheless filled with agony. Head trip for the mortal earthbound. He choked back a sob, biting a hole at the inside of his cheek and feeling the taste of blood in his mouth. He wanted to throw up, he wanted to writhe and cringe and pour out whatever content was left in his body. One sip of the blood that I found. With a shaking hand he lifted his hand, wrapping his lips around the cold metal and letting it all out, every emotion in his soul, crying, wreathing. Lying here. I'm dying here.
This was it, I was dying, I was gone, the bullet tore through my brain, went through my bones, cracked my skull, it set me free, ended my reign, ended this valentine. This day that had been mine.
My bloody Valentine.
PREVIOUS
A:N
Vaguely inspired by the song "Love song" by Korn which is depicted in the final segment.
Also dialogue used from Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Episode: I only have eyes for you.
I'm working on a sequel to this entire plot line focusing on Sungmin and Donghae (Eunhyuk's best friend)
Word count: 2060
[{ Monday}] - [{ Tuesday}] - [{ Wednesday}] - [{ Thursday}] - [{ Friday}] - [{ Saturday}] - [{ Sunday}]
Love song
He dropped the phone and a muffled thud was heard as it hit the floor. A shrieking laughter, dark and diabolical, like a wolf's howl in the dead of night, all in his head. Then the tears came, flushing down his cheeks, his eyes burning like someone had poured acid into them. In fact his entire body felt as if it was being lowered into a tub of acid, an acid that burned and gnawed while his skin was melting off of his body.
He killed him. Thoughts were circling, his heart was beating ever so loudly and every thump was like a punch from inside his ribcage. There was also a feeling of exterior pressure, like someone was pushing him against the wall, prying his bones apart to get to his heart, to puncture it, break it, eat it.
Heechul closed his eyes, he let the tears run down, burning his skin as he crawled into a fetal position, lying there for an hour, maybe two? That was until a smell pervaded the air, a familiar smell. He scrunched his nose up, lavender, rosemary and petitgrain. It was driving him crazy until he opened his eyes, red and swollen and as soon as he saw the figure in front of him he pressed himself against the wall, sitting straight up, petrified.
"Have you been crying?" Kyuhyun's voice was low and rather hoarse, like he had been screaming for the past hours.
"What the fuck d-do you think?" Heechul's voice cracked and he swallowed a sob, trying to keep a strong face against the boy in front of him. Then he noticed a twitch, a twitch in Kyuhyun's mouth, as if he was forcing back a smile.
"What have you done?" Heechul looked at him and like a small child he huddled up closer to the wall, with Kyuhyun's smiling face hovering over him slightly, his touch was cold, freezing and burning at the same time as Heechul turned his face away, trying to get away from this man turned estrange.
"Don't fight it," Kyuhyun said calmly and just like that Kyuhyun grabbed his cheeks, pressing his fingers hard into the skin and turning Heechul's face towards him, staring him right in the eyes, challenging him, enjoying every second of watching Heechul cower before him, obeying him, being the small one.
"Life's not so fun when you're not the one in charge... is it?" The way Kyuhyun's lips mouthed the words was intoxicating, a low voice, slow, soft, but also filled with rage and passion. and Heechul tried to stay strong, fought the urges, kept telling himself what Kyuhyun had done, but a part of him still couldn't grasp it. He kept fumbling in the dark trying to catch fog, he never had it under control. He never knew for sure that this was the work of Kyuhyun, his Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun's lips had never felt as rough nor tasted as bitter as that day, the disgust pierced through him like a saber from above but he couldn't break it. Kyuhyun was pressing him against the wall, clasping his jaw, keeping him trapped in this kiss of power and control. and right at that moment Heechul regretted everything, every word, every touch and every kiss he ever gave him. Because deep down he knew. All along he knew, it was his own fault Kyuhyun turned this way, his own silly mind games, his words and actions. Oh god why?
He started crying again, crying as he continued to move his lips against Kyuhyun's before mustering up enough strength to push him off. Push Kyuhyun away from him, onto the floor, and he started running, he launched for the door but suddenly found himself facing the floor instead with Kyuhyun's claw like fingers around his ankle, pulling him towards him.
"Oh no you don't," Kyuhyun said with a sly smile, eyes with a flash in them, fingers wandering over Heechul's skin, yanking his leg to pull him closer and Heechul kicked. He kicked and yelled and tried to fight off Kyuhyun's hands and his power, he tried to break free, crying and wailing. With Kyuhyun laughing, that shrieking laughter again, his teeth showing, his eyes burning and his hands strong, pinning him to the floor. Heechul kept crying, he kept crying out words of discontent, screaming at him to let him go, praying to all the religious figures that he could just get out.
"Shut up!" Kyuhyun's voice was like a revelation, loud, powerful, commanding. Kyuhyun stared at him with his burning eyes, his lips trembling and hands shaking.
"I don't want to do this", he pleaded, his voice soft and sweet, like a lover's voice should be, nothing of the previous anger and rage in it. It was just Kyuhyun.
"Kyuhyun please don't,"
"I thought you loved me?"
"Please,"
"Tell me you love me,"
"Kyuhyun don't,"
and the world went black for a second, his head slammed against the floor and Kyuhyun in a spitting rage over him, his eyes red and teary.
"Tell me you love me!" Kyuhyun commanded, voice slurry and strong, quaking. Desperate.
"You told me... That you loved me," Kyuhyun's words were unclear, slurry. He was quivering, shaking and he swallowed down, sorrow.
"Kyuhyun I'm sorry," and Kyuhyun snarled, slamming his head back into the floor again, screaming the word "no" in Heechul's face, spitting it out over and over again, the agony and fury right back where it was from the beginning.
"Don't. fucking. say. sorry!" Between every word was a slam, right to the floor.
Heechul kept crying. Tears burning, mouth dry, frightened and in fear for Kyuhyun's next move. His head was spinning and he felt sick, like his stomach was twisted from within and was being punctured by sharp nails every other second.
"You told me you loved me!" Kyuhyun continued screaming, his rage now mixed with tears as he stared into Heechul, scrutinizing every part of his soul right through his eyes.
Then the pressure on him was gone. Kyuhyun was pacing the room, hitting his temples over and over, a whining wheeze leaving his lips. Heechul saw his chance and he launched to the door again, a loud bang stopping him right in his movement. The smoke rose from the small hole in the ground next to him and he slowly turned back to catch the eyes of his former lover, only moments later finding himself staring dead-eye into the barrel of a gun. Kyuhyun's sleek finger over the trigger and his body shaking.
"Don't try to leave,"
"Please,"
"You don't understand... I think about you all the time and this... is not over," Kyuhyun was shaking, chewing on his lips, clenching his jaw and fiddling with the gun in his hand. Heechul just looked at him, this completely broken person, completely different yet at the same time completely unchanged.
"It has to be," Heechul's voice was weak and filled to the brim with horror. "You killed my boyfriend," Heechul added and Kyuhyun's eyes widened and he slowly lowered the gun. Everything was wrong, this wasn't how it was supposed to play out, this was not the plan and Kyuhyun's head was about to blow with thoughts being thrown around like in a wash machine under his skull bone.
Heechul moved, he inched towards the door, one small step, he won't notice, another one, the door was just a couple of feet in front of him, another step, and Kyuhyun screamed.
"Don't leave! Come back here, we're not finished! You don't care anymore is that it?
"It doesn't matter... It doesn't matter what I feel. You murdered someone, Kyuhyun,"
The words were basically a wheeze, something made from air being pressed out from Heechul's lungs.
"Then tell me you don't love me!" Silence, nothing but silent sobs as Heechul covered his face in his hands, "SAY IT!" Kyuhyun commanded and Heechul flinched, let out a loud squeak. Never in his entire life had these feelings, these instincts, surged through him like this day.
This lover's day.
Slowly he removed his hands, keeping his eyes to the floor to adverse Kyuhyun's demanding gaze but still slowly, one step at a time, moving closer to him, speaking softly "Is that what you need to hear? Will that help? I don't. I don't... Now let me go," those four last words was the epitome of courage that Heechul could muster in that room, all of the air being sucked out as if they were standing in a vacuum. A black hole swallowing everything in it's path. The black hole that was Kyuhyun, Kyuhyun who was shaking his head, slowly and with a tormented face, "no," and he breathed. One sharp breath in.
"A person doesn't just wake up one day and stop loving somebody," as Kyuhyun spoke he raised the barrel towards Heechul again "Love is forever," Heechul stopped, he stopped moving and he glanced past Kyuhyun's shoulder, the back door was slightly opened and he saw this chance, this one chance to leave, to be free.
"I'm not afraid to use it, I swear! If I can't be with you...."
"My god," Heechul swallowed down, this was it, he pushed Kyuhyun hard out of the way and took his march to the door, every muscle of his body fighting to make it out.
"Don't walk away from me, bitch!" Kyuhyun called but Heechul kept running, "Stop it!" open the door, tear it up, get outside, then he heard the gun cock "Stop it! Don't make me!" Kyuhyun kept yelling at him. With wet cheeks and every little atom of him broken down Heechul turned back, turned his eyes to Kyuhyun and the gun, he forced a straight face, breathe in, breathe out. "Alright... just... You know you don't want to do this... Let's both just calm down..." and Kyuhyun did, he lowered the gun again, a small nod, dampening his lips. "Now give me the gun," Heechul said and yet again Kyuhyun lifted his arm. "Don't... Don't do that dammit! Don't talk to me like I'm some stupid child!"
The world tumbled around him, everything went in slow motion and his breathing had never been so loud. The ground was cold beneath him and he watched as red liquid poured from the hole in his chest, his eyes were glazed and the day kept turning darker until he saw naught but black. He heard every heartbeat, everytime it slowed down, every thud. Until it stopped.
Kyuhyun's chest heaved and his eyes were wide as he let his arm fall to his side, he looked at his artwork. The limp body of the love of his life. Blood tainting the ground, seeping from the wound in Heechul's torso, making it's way between the stone slabs, like tiny rivers branching.
What had he done? He was shaking, like never before, more vigorous than earlier, his hand was clasped around the gun as he slowly made his way back into the house. Feeling the need to lean against the wall, breathing. The tears had stopped. Everything had stopped.
And then he pressed play. Love song for the dear departed. It was like he was walking in a maze that never made a turn, everything in the room was blurry and out of sight. Head stone for the broken hearted. The armchair squeaked as he sat down, staring straight ahead with nothing in his focus. Arms to kill, or flowers to steal, and he wept as his heart burned, silent but nonetheless filled with agony. Head trip for the mortal earthbound. He choked back a sob, biting a hole at the inside of his cheek and feeling the taste of blood in his mouth. He wanted to throw up, he wanted to writhe and cringe and pour out whatever content was left in his body. One sip of the blood that I found. With a shaking hand he lifted his hand, wrapping his lips around the cold metal and letting it all out, every emotion in his soul, crying, wreathing. Lying here. I'm dying here.
This was it, I was dying, I was gone, the bullet tore through my brain, went through my bones, cracked my skull, it set me free, ended my reign, ended this valentine. This day that had been mine.
My bloody Valentine.
PREVIOUS
A:N
Vaguely inspired by the song "Love song" by Korn which is depicted in the final segment.
Also dialogue used from Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Episode: I only have eyes for you.
I'm working on a sequel to this entire plot line focusing on Sungmin and Donghae (Eunhyuk's best friend)