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100 Super Junior Fics Challenge.
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Completed: 007/100
050. Lost, Heechul/Kyuhyun
A/N: Uhhh... somewhat abstract and a little bit weird. I wrote this at 5.14AM so please excuse the crapness of it.
He was sitting fragile and broken on the cold hard floor and all you could do was stare. No words of comfort, no hugs filled with warmth, just a dumbfounded piercing stare that indicated your disbelief that the almightly Kim Heechul could actually be... human.
It never occured to you that he was vulnerable. From what you knew, and saw, and experienced, he was the one causing hurt and pain to those around. It never occured to you that someone could hurt him just as much and with so little effort. Their choice of weapon: words.
He was never known to back down from a fight - his will was strong and no matter how wimpy he looked, he was more than a match for anyone who stood in his path. A sharp jab to the head was all it took to bring his opponent down. He wasn't some sort of boxing champion. No, nothing of the sort. But when angered, his fiery temper would take over any sanity and allow him to do damage with his delicate hands. Hands which if you saw them, you wouldn't think could do such a monstrous thing. But you've seen him do it. You've been the target of his anger in the past, so it doesn't come as a surprise.
You could see the silent tears streaming down his face. He is proud; he wouldn't be seen sniffling and wailing or making a fuss. But the wet was enough to shock you, to surprise you - you've never seen him in such a state. And yet you just stood there, rooted to the spot because you didn't know what to do in these sort of situations, situations which are very rare and not witnessed by many.
Clearly at a loss of what to do, you watched as his soft eyes still managed to smile at you while you twiddled your thumbs awkwardly but silently in front of the obvious mess in front of you. No thought of trying to mend him entered your mind. You were just trying to think of the quickest way to get out there without him thinking that you were just going to leave him there. But you were.
A soft whisper had broken through your frantic thoughts, your head had automatically looked to the source: the broken man on the floor. "Kyuhyun..." He called out to you, he even reached out his hand toward you, and almost begged for your comfort. But again, you just stood there and watched as the hand was withdrawn, the rejection on his face evident.
The hurt on his face became too much for you to take but you couldn't and didn't want to try to make him feel better. "I'm sorry, Heechul but... I don't love you." You had uttered those words so coldly that it had made him fall. His love for you was a constant battle but it's seems that he had finally lost. "I don't love you." You had repeated it for good measure, in case he had goten confused or mistook the words you said. Little by little, the strong and proud Kim Heechul was broken up into pieces and reduced to a pile on the ground, wet from the tears and torn apart by words from the one he held most dear.
You just stood there and watched. You had slowly taken in the realisation that you could have controlled him, you could tamed him if you had wanted to. But it's too late now. You've hurt him so much that now he won't even look at you any more. He ignores you now; it is your punishment for just walking away on that day and leaving him there to fend for himself. It wasn't often that he cried, he had thicker skin than that, but he at least had expected some sort of compassion.
He is more distant these days and you know that it's because he lost his heart to you.
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Completed: 007/100
050. Lost, Heechul/Kyuhyun
A/N: Uhhh... somewhat abstract and a little bit weird. I wrote this at 5.14AM so please excuse the crapness of it.
He was sitting fragile and broken on the cold hard floor and all you could do was stare. No words of comfort, no hugs filled with warmth, just a dumbfounded piercing stare that indicated your disbelief that the almightly Kim Heechul could actually be... human.
It never occured to you that he was vulnerable. From what you knew, and saw, and experienced, he was the one causing hurt and pain to those around. It never occured to you that someone could hurt him just as much and with so little effort. Their choice of weapon: words.
He was never known to back down from a fight - his will was strong and no matter how wimpy he looked, he was more than a match for anyone who stood in his path. A sharp jab to the head was all it took to bring his opponent down. He wasn't some sort of boxing champion. No, nothing of the sort. But when angered, his fiery temper would take over any sanity and allow him to do damage with his delicate hands. Hands which if you saw them, you wouldn't think could do such a monstrous thing. But you've seen him do it. You've been the target of his anger in the past, so it doesn't come as a surprise.
You could see the silent tears streaming down his face. He is proud; he wouldn't be seen sniffling and wailing or making a fuss. But the wet was enough to shock you, to surprise you - you've never seen him in such a state. And yet you just stood there, rooted to the spot because you didn't know what to do in these sort of situations, situations which are very rare and not witnessed by many.
Clearly at a loss of what to do, you watched as his soft eyes still managed to smile at you while you twiddled your thumbs awkwardly but silently in front of the obvious mess in front of you. No thought of trying to mend him entered your mind. You were just trying to think of the quickest way to get out there without him thinking that you were just going to leave him there. But you were.
A soft whisper had broken through your frantic thoughts, your head had automatically looked to the source: the broken man on the floor. "Kyuhyun..." He called out to you, he even reached out his hand toward you, and almost begged for your comfort. But again, you just stood there and watched as the hand was withdrawn, the rejection on his face evident.
The hurt on his face became too much for you to take but you couldn't and didn't want to try to make him feel better. "I'm sorry, Heechul but... I don't love you." You had uttered those words so coldly that it had made him fall. His love for you was a constant battle but it's seems that he had finally lost. "I don't love you." You had repeated it for good measure, in case he had goten confused or mistook the words you said. Little by little, the strong and proud Kim Heechul was broken up into pieces and reduced to a pile on the ground, wet from the tears and torn apart by words from the one he held most dear.
You just stood there and watched. You had slowly taken in the realisation that you could have controlled him, you could tamed him if you had wanted to. But it's too late now. You've hurt him so much that now he won't even look at you any more. He ignores you now; it is your punishment for just walking away on that day and leaving him there to fend for himself. It wasn't often that he cried, he had thicker skin than that, but he at least had expected some sort of compassion.
He is more distant these days and you know that it's because he lost his heart to you.