Vanish
Title: Vanish
Pairing: Yewook
Characters: Super Junior, SNSD
Rating: PG-13
Warning/Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone. The plot is what belongs to me. Angsty.
Summary: Yesung needs a break. However, it only brings back the past that he has forgotten.
The multicolored strobe lights were pulsating rapidly as he pushed his way to the bar. It had been . . . a bad night, to put it mildly, and he had every intention of drowning his anger and his stress and his anxiousness in an excessive amount of alcohol. When he finally reached the granite counter, he settled into the cracked red leather of a worn stool and buried his face in his hands. Hopefully, trying to erase the memories of the past, the deadlines at work, and the troubles with his girlfriend of eight months, Jessica, would not prove to be difficult. They had been plaguing him for a while now, and all he wanted to do was wipe them from his mind, at least for one night.
“Jongwoon? The usual?” Donghae, the bartender. They had struck up an unexpected and unusual friendship after a barfight . . . not something Jongwoon wanted to remember. Also, Jongwoon had been coming her frequently for the past two years, adding to that brotherhood.
An almost incomprehensible nod and a heavy sigh later, a shot glass was placed in front of the weary man. It was then filled with an intoxicating substance, right to the brim. Jongwoon gingerly picked it up and took a tentative sip, sighing when the cool liquid slid effortlessly down his eager throat. He then drowned the entire glass in one gulp, gesturing to Donghae for more. He could already feel his vision becoming slightly hazy at the edges. Soju always seemed to do the trick.
Swiveling around to face the dance floor, Jongwoon allowed his eyes to wander. It wasn’t like he was checking out girls . . . or guys- that was and never had been his purpose. All he enjoyed doing was observing the undulating crowd, the ebb and flow of the guests stumbling in and out of the building. Like the sea . . . Then there were the various dance moves people employed to either impress or seduce their peers. This always seemed to amuse Jongwoon, for unknown reasons.
Watching was what Jongwoon did best, and with his intense and clouded gaze, he often managed to attract hoards of both drunk and sober women. “Oppa, dance with me!” or “Oppa! I know of something more fun that we could do . . .” or “Oppa. Drink this, here.” would follow him around all throughout the night, accompanied by their respective owners.
Today was different, though. Jongwoon discouraged anyone from approaching him with his strong glare. He had practically reached the breaking point, and would completely explode if someone, even unknowingly, provoked him.
He continued to scan the mob of people, eyes flitting busily from one person to the next. Then his eyes met another pair of dark orbs. All he could see was two pools of innocence. He was fixated. Then their stare was broken by a large body obscuring the other from view.
Jongwoon’s interest, admittedly, had been piqued. Enough to forget the ill feelings that had previously washed over him. He shoved through the throng of bodies. The figure was retreating now. It seemed . . . familiar, somehow . . .
“Hey! You!” Jongwoon called out. However, because of the blaring techno music and the intensity of the laughs and shouts around him, Jongwoon’s voice was dwarfed to barely a whisper.
When he finally reached his destination, that person was nowhere to be found. The twenty-seven-year-old looked, everywhere his head moving from side to side, his body turning in circles, desperately trying to find the object of his curiosity. It felt as though . . . as though he needed to find that person. Something cold gripped his shoulder. Jongwoon spun around, and came face to face with those pure, clean eyes. The person before him was a man. A young-looking one, boyish in nature. The kid had high cheekbones, plump, pink lips, and a brown fringe that slipped easily over one of his eyes. His body was skinny, but not disgustingly scrawny. It was streamlined. Overall, this person seemed seemed very delicate. Like a doll made of porcelain.
“Looking for something?”
Jongwoon was awed when he finally spoke. “No . . . Are you a minor? ‘Cause then you shouldn’t be-”
“I’m twenty-four.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” Something similar to stubbornness was evident in his voice, and reflected equally in his eyes.
“Could I get your name?”
“Kim . . . Kim Ryeowook . . .” Jongwoon definitely surprised at this kid’s willingness to give his name to a complete stranger. “And you?” inquired Ryeowook.
“Jongwoon. Kim Jongwoon.” He continued to stare at Ryewook’s face, dumbstruck. The latter smiled.
* * *A few hours and five bottles of soju later, the two men were sitting in a booth, laughing and conversing drunkenly. Or at least, Jongwoon was. The alcohol seemed to have absolutely no effect on Ryeowook, who just sat there, listening and grinning and giggling, throwing in comments when he felt they were needed.
“-so she kicked me out. And it was my apartment! Ha!” Jongwoon slurred. They were currently discussing Jessica. Rather, Jongwoon was ranting about all the times she had wronged him, failing to notice Ryeowook’s tight, worried eyes and strained smile.
Finally, Jongwoon’s energy reserves burned out. His eyelids felt droopy, and he began to struggle to stay awake. He felt Ryeowook’s cool hands- oddly cold, in fact- on his face, cupping his cheeks gently. Jongwoon made himself look up, not comprehending anything.
Ryeowook smiled sadly. “I . . . I honestly hope you’ll stop this Jongwoon-ah. You won’t even remember me in the morning. You’re . . .” A pause, a slight sniffle. “You’re only hurting yourself . . . and you’re hurting me too.” Jongwoon stared at him blankly.
“Please, Jongwoon-ah.” Ryeowook’s eyes were distant now. “Please . . .” his voice trailed off, and soon his brown eyes retained that focused, innocent look once again. The boy brought his index and middle fingers to his lips and kissed them. He then moved them to Jongwoon’s forehead. “I love you. I hope you’ll remember this, remember me, but nonetheless, I always pray that you’ll forget.” Ryeowook was uncertain for a moment. “It . . . it would be better if you forgot . . . Good-bye, Jongwoon. I’ll always love you.” Jongwoon’s eyes fluttered closed. Ryeowook smiled a caring smile, and then he was gone.
(A/N: Let me address a few things. One: Ryeowook is not a vampire. Two: I'm thinking about posting a sequel to this. Or more, to make it a two or three-shot. Let me know if I should. Thanks.)
Pairing: Yewook
Characters: Super Junior, SNSD
Rating: PG-13
Warning/Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone. The plot is what belongs to me. Angsty.
Summary: Yesung needs a break. However, it only brings back the past that he has forgotten.
The multicolored strobe lights were pulsating rapidly as he pushed his way to the bar. It had been . . . a bad night, to put it mildly, and he had every intention of drowning his anger and his stress and his anxiousness in an excessive amount of alcohol. When he finally reached the granite counter, he settled into the cracked red leather of a worn stool and buried his face in his hands. Hopefully, trying to erase the memories of the past, the deadlines at work, and the troubles with his girlfriend of eight months, Jessica, would not prove to be difficult. They had been plaguing him for a while now, and all he wanted to do was wipe them from his mind, at least for one night.
“Jongwoon? The usual?” Donghae, the bartender. They had struck up an unexpected and unusual friendship after a barfight . . . not something Jongwoon wanted to remember. Also, Jongwoon had been coming her frequently for the past two years, adding to that brotherhood.
An almost incomprehensible nod and a heavy sigh later, a shot glass was placed in front of the weary man. It was then filled with an intoxicating substance, right to the brim. Jongwoon gingerly picked it up and took a tentative sip, sighing when the cool liquid slid effortlessly down his eager throat. He then drowned the entire glass in one gulp, gesturing to Donghae for more. He could already feel his vision becoming slightly hazy at the edges. Soju always seemed to do the trick.
Swiveling around to face the dance floor, Jongwoon allowed his eyes to wander. It wasn’t like he was checking out girls . . . or guys- that was and never had been his purpose. All he enjoyed doing was observing the undulating crowd, the ebb and flow of the guests stumbling in and out of the building. Like the sea . . . Then there were the various dance moves people employed to either impress or seduce their peers. This always seemed to amuse Jongwoon, for unknown reasons.
Watching was what Jongwoon did best, and with his intense and clouded gaze, he often managed to attract hoards of both drunk and sober women. “Oppa, dance with me!” or “Oppa! I know of something more fun that we could do . . .” or “Oppa. Drink this, here.” would follow him around all throughout the night, accompanied by their respective owners.
Today was different, though. Jongwoon discouraged anyone from approaching him with his strong glare. He had practically reached the breaking point, and would completely explode if someone, even unknowingly, provoked him.
He continued to scan the mob of people, eyes flitting busily from one person to the next. Then his eyes met another pair of dark orbs. All he could see was two pools of innocence. He was fixated. Then their stare was broken by a large body obscuring the other from view.
Jongwoon’s interest, admittedly, had been piqued. Enough to forget the ill feelings that had previously washed over him. He shoved through the throng of bodies. The figure was retreating now. It seemed . . . familiar, somehow . . .
“Hey! You!” Jongwoon called out. However, because of the blaring techno music and the intensity of the laughs and shouts around him, Jongwoon’s voice was dwarfed to barely a whisper.
When he finally reached his destination, that person was nowhere to be found. The twenty-seven-year-old looked, everywhere his head moving from side to side, his body turning in circles, desperately trying to find the object of his curiosity. It felt as though . . . as though he needed to find that person. Something cold gripped his shoulder. Jongwoon spun around, and came face to face with those pure, clean eyes. The person before him was a man. A young-looking one, boyish in nature. The kid had high cheekbones, plump, pink lips, and a brown fringe that slipped easily over one of his eyes. His body was skinny, but not disgustingly scrawny. It was streamlined. Overall, this person seemed seemed very delicate. Like a doll made of porcelain.
“Looking for something?”
Jongwoon was awed when he finally spoke. “No . . . Are you a minor? ‘Cause then you shouldn’t be-”
“I’m twenty-four.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” Something similar to stubbornness was evident in his voice, and reflected equally in his eyes.
“Could I get your name?”
“Kim . . . Kim Ryeowook . . .” Jongwoon definitely surprised at this kid’s willingness to give his name to a complete stranger. “And you?” inquired Ryeowook.
“Jongwoon. Kim Jongwoon.” He continued to stare at Ryewook’s face, dumbstruck. The latter smiled.
* * *A few hours and five bottles of soju later, the two men were sitting in a booth, laughing and conversing drunkenly. Or at least, Jongwoon was. The alcohol seemed to have absolutely no effect on Ryeowook, who just sat there, listening and grinning and giggling, throwing in comments when he felt they were needed.
“-so she kicked me out. And it was my apartment! Ha!” Jongwoon slurred. They were currently discussing Jessica. Rather, Jongwoon was ranting about all the times she had wronged him, failing to notice Ryeowook’s tight, worried eyes and strained smile.
Finally, Jongwoon’s energy reserves burned out. His eyelids felt droopy, and he began to struggle to stay awake. He felt Ryeowook’s cool hands- oddly cold, in fact- on his face, cupping his cheeks gently. Jongwoon made himself look up, not comprehending anything.
Ryeowook smiled sadly. “I . . . I honestly hope you’ll stop this Jongwoon-ah. You won’t even remember me in the morning. You’re . . .” A pause, a slight sniffle. “You’re only hurting yourself . . . and you’re hurting me too.” Jongwoon stared at him blankly.
“Please, Jongwoon-ah.” Ryeowook’s eyes were distant now. “Please . . .” his voice trailed off, and soon his brown eyes retained that focused, innocent look once again. The boy brought his index and middle fingers to his lips and kissed them. He then moved them to Jongwoon’s forehead. “I love you. I hope you’ll remember this, remember me, but nonetheless, I always pray that you’ll forget.” Ryeowook was uncertain for a moment. “It . . . it would be better if you forgot . . . Good-bye, Jongwoon. I’ll always love you.” Jongwoon’s eyes fluttered closed. Ryeowook smiled a caring smile, and then he was gone.
(A/N: Let me address a few things. One: Ryeowook is not a vampire. Two: I'm thinking about posting a sequel to this. Or more, to make it a two or three-shot. Let me know if I should. Thanks.)