Chances No More - [Oneshot]
Title: Chances No More
Length: One-shot (approx. 2500 words)
Author: sayhell
Rating: PG-13 (Some language)
Pairings: Kyuwook
Genre: Angst
Summary: The moment Kyuhyun used up all his chances was the moment he lost Ryeowook. There is only this much hurt a human being can take.
The door slammed shut, announcing the escape of a tearful Ryeowook from the dormitory.
Kyuhyun was rooted to the spot. He stared at the silver ring that Ryeowook had pressed into his palm. His mind spun as he tried to piece the reason accountable for Ryeowook’s outburst. How could something so innocuous trigger an altercation between them?
Their commotion had stirred the inhabitants of the 12th floor dormitory. Leeteuk and Donghae trickled out of their rooms, pinning their beseeching eyes on Kyuhyun. Heechul rose from the couch where he had witnessed the unfolding of the entire event and stormed to Kyuhyun’s side. He ripped the ring from Kyuhyun’s palm and hurled it at the wall, startling Leeteuk and Donghae.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Heechul yelled. “How can you even think of giving that ring to Ryeowook when it was something that your ex doesn't want?”
Donghae gasped and Leeteuk widened his eyes at Heechul’s accusation.
“It’s the only thing in my room that I can give as a birthday present.” Kyuhyun explained, still quizzical. “I had been too busy to shop, with my recordings and all.”
Heechul laughed coldly. “Admit it; you had completely forgotten about his birthday.” Kyuhyun stiffened. “You had only realized it three days later and what did you do? You tossed him a ring your ex had returned to you and made him all happy until he realized that engravings on that shit don’t refer to him.”
“And what exactly is the problem with that?” Kyuhyun shot back, his irritation burgeoning. “It’s just a ring, an innocent birthday present.”
“Don’t give me the bullshit that you’ve no idea what the significance of a ring is." Heechul seethed, poking angrily at Kyuhyun's chest. "And you dared to give it to Ryeowook. What you’re telling him, tacitly, is that he’s only second best to your ex, that he’s acting as a mere replacement, and that your heart still pines for her.”
Heechul’s mouth twisted in vindictiveness when Kyuhyun paled. “I hit too close to home, haven’t I? So what did you plan to do if Ryeowook has not realize that the ring wasn’t for him? Request him to give it back once your ex returns?”
“I will never hurt Ryeowook that way!”
“That’s what you always say.” Heechul’s stony eyes were set above a grim purse of lips. “But how many times had Ryeowook cried since the start of the relationship? And how many times out of all these were you the culprit?”
Kyuhyun was at a loss for words.
“I haven’t felt this kind of disgust in a very long time; but Cho Kyuhyun, you brought it to a totally new level.” Heechul turned away and stormed to his room. Before he entered, he regarded Donghae. “Get him out now. I don’t want his presence here.” Then the door swung shut.
Donghae and Leeteuk stared at Kyuhyun with a mix of pity and disapproval on their faces. Kyuhyun avoided the sting of their gazes by crouching down and retrieving the silver band. With a mere nod of the head as the gesture of farewell, he strode to the door and pulled it open.
He heaved a sigh once he was in the lift, descending back to the 11th floor. He toyed with the ring between his fingers, his mind in turmoil. He had managed to piss Heechul off bad enough and he was certain of the hell that Heechul would unleash on him in the days that followed. He decided to steer clear of Heechul’s path.
Fortunately for him, Ryeowook was easier to placate. A few honeyed words, a couple of little gifts, and they would be good again. His mood lifted at that thought. Ryeowook would always forgive him.
And then the cycle would repeat.
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Sure enough, after little effort on Kyuhyun’s part, the pair welded back into a stable relationship again after a week. Kyuhyun restored a delighted smile on Ryeowook’s face upon gifting him with a brand new, though belated, birthday present. Kyuhyun promised Ryeowook that he would never commit such a silly mistake again. He avoided the topic of his ex-girlfriend and just like the understanding person that he is, Ryeowook did not press.
With a small smile, Ryeowook slipped his hand into Kyuhyun’s and said, “I believe in you.” Kyuhyun failed to capture the moment where disappointment fleeted across Ryeowook’s eyes because, just like always, he only see what he wanted.
For a little over a month, their relationship was smooth-sailing. They were as normal as any couple when their glamorous cloak of stardom was shed. They went on dates that mostly revolved around strolls along the Han River after the night had deepened. But even as Kyuhyun held Ryeowook’s hand, a part of him echoed secretly with emptiness.
He had thought that being with Ryeowook could fill the emptiness bit by bit. But when his ex-girlfriend, Haneul, barged into his life once again, he knew that he had always been delusional. His relationship with Haneul slipped into shades of romantic ambiguity. They met up frequently over cups of coffee and on many occasions, their skins would brush against each other, seemingly incidental. He kept the details of all such trysts from Ryeowook while continuing to bask in the care that Ryeowook showered upon him. He lied to himself that he was striking a balance; Haneul was just a friend.
At that moment, he had no idea that what he was doing would break a heart in a way that he could never be able to fix.
Everything spilled into the light one day when Kyuhyun met Haneul in the vicinity of their dormitories. They were sitting in the uninhabited playground and chatting when a moment of impulse propelled him to kiss her. She returned the kiss, fiery and passionate. Only when they broke apart from each other, did they realize that they were not alone.
Ryeowook had witnessed every bit of the grievous sin. He stared at Kyuhyun for a long time. Panic rose in Kyuhyun like a snake rearing its ugly head when he saw the cold expression and emotionless eyes. There were no tears, no accusation, and no agitation. There was only stoic acceptance.
Kyuhyun tried to explain but words were rolled into a yarn that was jammed in his throat. He was in the wrong. Ryeowook gave him one last look before he turned and walk away.
“Are you guys going to be okay?” Haneul’s timorous voice squeaked.
Kyuhyun ran a hand through his hair and forced a smile. “Yeah, we’ll be good again in no time. Haneul, let’s not meet again.”
He made that request because, despite the irony of the situation, he finally knew who the person he wanted was at the moment when he was forced to choose.
Little did he know that that was also the moment Ryeowook stopped believing.
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Their relationship arrived at a standstill. Ryeowook kept his distance from Kyuhyun and no matter what Kyuhyun did, Ryeowook remained unresponsive. He became a wholly different person. They talked only when required but even then, their conversations had been nothing but phlegmatic. He remembered once when he tried to hold Ryeowook’s hand for curtsey after their performance, but Ryeowook had surreptitiously shaken his hand off and proceeded to stand at the other end of the line.
During the fifteen minutes break of their dance practice, Kyuhyun sat down in a corner and observed Ryeowook, who was chatting happily with the hyungs. Kyuhyun took an angry swig from his bottle, somehow feeling resentful that the dire straits of their relationship had hardly affected Ryeowook.
Kyuhyun saw a window of opportunity when Ryeowook left the studio for the gents. He had to force Ryeowook to talk to him if any reconciliation were to be possible. And in order to do that, he would have to corner Ryeowook.
He stood up, brushed his legs and marched to the door. He was about to slide the door open when a hand snagged him backwards. He spun, swallowing the biting remark that was ready to roll off his tongue when he met Heechul’s narrowed eyes. Heechul yanked Kyuhyun to a corner of the studio.
“What are you doing?” Kyuhyun jerked his elbow out of Heechul’s grip, trying to keep his temper in check. “I need to find Ryeowook.”
“Precisely why I’m stopping you.” Heechul folded his arms and glared at Kyuhyun.
“I need to talk to him.” Kyuhyun said seriously. “We need to talk.”
“Talk to him?” Heechul let loose a whistle of mirthless snort. In another corner, Leeteuk had his eyes furtively trained on them.
“Yes,” Kyuhyun glanced urgently at the clock, counting down the seconds before Ryeowook would return. “I was in the wrong. I want to make amendments.”
“Finally admitting that, are you?” Heechul scoffed. “But are you really going to make amendments, or are you going to hurt him more?
“How can I hurt him when I’m suffering more than him?” Kyuhyun felt the sting of tears. However, Heechul’s face only hardened at his display of contrition.
“So you think that Ryeowook was all smiles after all you’ve done to him?” Heechul hissed. He grabbed a fistful of Kyuhyun’s collar and yanked him forward. “How can you be so blind to those scars underneath that supposedly cheerful face, those scars that you had inflicted?” Heechul let go of Kyuhyun when a few startled members were approaching them. Heechul shot them a deadly glare, effectively stopping them in their tracks.
“Where were you when he was admitted to the hospital on an overdose of alcohol just because the hurt was too much for him to bear?” Heechul’s large eyes turned red at their rims. His voice was forcedly restrained from the bout of tears congregating in his throat.
Blood left Kyuhyun’s face and his mind buzzed with Heechul’s revelation. His voice was shaky when he managed to speak once again. “I didn’t know that.”
“Oh trust me, there are so much more that you don’t know.” Heechul turned away with a blatant expression of disgust. “But I’m not going to tell you. You don’t deserve to know.”
“Look hyung! I know I’ve been a bastard - ”
“A bastard’s better than you,” Heechul muttered.
Kyuhyun ignored Heechul. “I hadn’t been sure that he is the one that I want. But now - ”
“Keep it that way then.” Heechul snapped, so loudly that all heads turned. Eunhyuk and Donghae pursed their lips worriedly. “Because he deserves so much more than you. If you still have a heart, then stay away from him. He’s healing now.” Heechul stalked off, leaving Kyuhyun reeling from the bitter truth in his words.
Leeteuk approached and placed a hand on Kyuhyun’s shoulder. “Is everything all right?”
“Nothing’s gonna be,” Kyuhyun mumbled inaudibly. He shrugged Leeteuk’s comforting hand off and walked off. He curled himself back into his corner and without fighting back, he let guilt and remorse engulf him.
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Alcohol clouded Kyuhyun’s mind as he walked into the elevator with wobbly legs. He managed to press the correct digit after missing for the first few times. He leaned heavily on the steel wall as the elevator ascended. He rubbed his temples tiredly, the dull throb in his head a harbinger of a nasty hangover.
He had thought that alcohol could mollify his sadness. He had tipped glasses after glasses of alcohol down his throat, hoping that they would somehow provide him with a temporary shelter. However, the emptiness, one that he was so well acquainted with, only expanded beyond bearable limits. He had secretly wished that, like Ryeowook, he could be knocked out with alcohol intoxication, but that luxury was not vouchsafed to him.
He had never felt the impact of remorse as much as he did now. Life was not the same without Ryeowook; it was as though a dominant part of his world had been rendered hollow. He had carelessly discarded the ample chances that Ryeowook had given him on the selfish assumption that Ryeowook would always tolerate and forgive his misdoings. That was until he had gone too far. Now, he could only mourn, unable to grasp onto the relationship that was rapidly vanishing.
He staggered out of the lift and miraculously made it to the door without toppling over. He was fishing into his pockets for the keys when the door opened out of its own accord. He looked up, his breath catching when he realized that Ryeowook was standing before him. Ryeowook stiffened.
He blinked twice to make sure that Ryeowook was not the product of his pining. He turned to the plate affixed above the lift and confirmed that the number inscribed was indeed eleven.
“I’m here to get some stuff from Sungmin-hyung,” Ryeowook answered awkwardly, waving a plastic bag in his hand. Suddenly his nose crinkled. “You’ve been drinking? Did you drink on an empty stomach? Do you want me to - ” He stopped abruptly, as though remembering that their current status did not warrant such an intensity of concern. He forced a smile. “I’ll get going.”
“Wait, don’t go.” Kyuhyun reached for Ryeowook as the latter brushed past him, his hand automatically finding the slender wrist. In one swift movement, he pulled Ryeowook towards him, enveloping him in a bone-crushing embrace.
Propping his chin on Ryeowook’s head, Kyuhyun caught a whiff of recent hair-dye under the usual musky scent of shampoo. But other than that, Ryeowook was still Ryeowook. Their bodies melded together like neighboring puzzle pieces. He had never believed that the simplicity of a hug could complete his world, but now he did.
“What are you doing? We’re in the corridor!”
“I miss you so much.” Kyuhyun closed his eyes and a lone tear strayed down his cheek. The alcohol had seemed to magnify his vulnerability. He relished in the sensation of Ryeowook’s skin against his. This was not the tactile memory for which he had relied on for the past month; this was real.
“You’re drunk, Kyuhyun.” Ryeowook’s voice was muffled against Kyuhyun’s shoulder.
“No, I’m sober,” Ryeowook fidgeted in Kyuhyun’s arms to attempt free but Kyuhyun only held him tighter.
Ryeowook sighed in resignation. “What is it that you want?”
“You know it, don’t you? Please, give us another chance,” Kyuhyun croaked. “Give me another chance. I’m sorry. Believe in me again, please.”
There was a short moment of silent contemplation. Finally, Ryeowook wedged his hands onto Kyuhyun’s chest and pushed Kyuhyun away. Kyuhyun stumbled.
Ryeowook shook his head, his beautiful lips wreathing into a sad smile. “No, Kyuhyun.” Kyuhyun bit back the onslaught of his tears. “Then tell me,” his voice wavered, “What can I do to get us back together?”
Ryeowook shook his head again. His eyes were shiny with unshed tears. “Kyuhyun, don’t push me down the same cliff twice.” He turned and headed towards the stairway, leaving. Never once did he look back.
When Ryeowook disappeared from the periphery of his vision, Kyuhyun slinked down the wall and onto the floor, a defeated and broken man. Heedless of the fact that he was still in the corridor, he pulled his knees to his chest and buried his head in his arms.
He could only cry.
END
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A/N: This is a fast piece by me. The current lack of Kyuwook interaction has turned me into this monstrous woman who needs to write angst to make herself to feel better. This will probably the last time I write a bastard!Kyu (I’m sorry). And I actually like how Heechul turns out here. Thanks for reading. =)
Length: One-shot (approx. 2500 words)
Author: sayhell
Rating: PG-13 (Some language)
Pairings: Kyuwook
Genre: Angst
Summary: The moment Kyuhyun used up all his chances was the moment he lost Ryeowook. There is only this much hurt a human being can take.
The door slammed shut, announcing the escape of a tearful Ryeowook from the dormitory.
Kyuhyun was rooted to the spot. He stared at the silver ring that Ryeowook had pressed into his palm. His mind spun as he tried to piece the reason accountable for Ryeowook’s outburst. How could something so innocuous trigger an altercation between them?
Their commotion had stirred the inhabitants of the 12th floor dormitory. Leeteuk and Donghae trickled out of their rooms, pinning their beseeching eyes on Kyuhyun. Heechul rose from the couch where he had witnessed the unfolding of the entire event and stormed to Kyuhyun’s side. He ripped the ring from Kyuhyun’s palm and hurled it at the wall, startling Leeteuk and Donghae.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Heechul yelled. “How can you even think of giving that ring to Ryeowook when it was something that your ex doesn't want?”
Donghae gasped and Leeteuk widened his eyes at Heechul’s accusation.
“It’s the only thing in my room that I can give as a birthday present.” Kyuhyun explained, still quizzical. “I had been too busy to shop, with my recordings and all.”
Heechul laughed coldly. “Admit it; you had completely forgotten about his birthday.” Kyuhyun stiffened. “You had only realized it three days later and what did you do? You tossed him a ring your ex had returned to you and made him all happy until he realized that engravings on that shit don’t refer to him.”
“And what exactly is the problem with that?” Kyuhyun shot back, his irritation burgeoning. “It’s just a ring, an innocent birthday present.”
“Don’t give me the bullshit that you’ve no idea what the significance of a ring is." Heechul seethed, poking angrily at Kyuhyun's chest. "And you dared to give it to Ryeowook. What you’re telling him, tacitly, is that he’s only second best to your ex, that he’s acting as a mere replacement, and that your heart still pines for her.”
Heechul’s mouth twisted in vindictiveness when Kyuhyun paled. “I hit too close to home, haven’t I? So what did you plan to do if Ryeowook has not realize that the ring wasn’t for him? Request him to give it back once your ex returns?”
“I will never hurt Ryeowook that way!”
“That’s what you always say.” Heechul’s stony eyes were set above a grim purse of lips. “But how many times had Ryeowook cried since the start of the relationship? And how many times out of all these were you the culprit?”
Kyuhyun was at a loss for words.
“I haven’t felt this kind of disgust in a very long time; but Cho Kyuhyun, you brought it to a totally new level.” Heechul turned away and stormed to his room. Before he entered, he regarded Donghae. “Get him out now. I don’t want his presence here.” Then the door swung shut.
Donghae and Leeteuk stared at Kyuhyun with a mix of pity and disapproval on their faces. Kyuhyun avoided the sting of their gazes by crouching down and retrieving the silver band. With a mere nod of the head as the gesture of farewell, he strode to the door and pulled it open.
He heaved a sigh once he was in the lift, descending back to the 11th floor. He toyed with the ring between his fingers, his mind in turmoil. He had managed to piss Heechul off bad enough and he was certain of the hell that Heechul would unleash on him in the days that followed. He decided to steer clear of Heechul’s path.
Fortunately for him, Ryeowook was easier to placate. A few honeyed words, a couple of little gifts, and they would be good again. His mood lifted at that thought. Ryeowook would always forgive him.
And then the cycle would repeat.
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Sure enough, after little effort on Kyuhyun’s part, the pair welded back into a stable relationship again after a week. Kyuhyun restored a delighted smile on Ryeowook’s face upon gifting him with a brand new, though belated, birthday present. Kyuhyun promised Ryeowook that he would never commit such a silly mistake again. He avoided the topic of his ex-girlfriend and just like the understanding person that he is, Ryeowook did not press.
With a small smile, Ryeowook slipped his hand into Kyuhyun’s and said, “I believe in you.” Kyuhyun failed to capture the moment where disappointment fleeted across Ryeowook’s eyes because, just like always, he only see what he wanted.
For a little over a month, their relationship was smooth-sailing. They were as normal as any couple when their glamorous cloak of stardom was shed. They went on dates that mostly revolved around strolls along the Han River after the night had deepened. But even as Kyuhyun held Ryeowook’s hand, a part of him echoed secretly with emptiness.
He had thought that being with Ryeowook could fill the emptiness bit by bit. But when his ex-girlfriend, Haneul, barged into his life once again, he knew that he had always been delusional. His relationship with Haneul slipped into shades of romantic ambiguity. They met up frequently over cups of coffee and on many occasions, their skins would brush against each other, seemingly incidental. He kept the details of all such trysts from Ryeowook while continuing to bask in the care that Ryeowook showered upon him. He lied to himself that he was striking a balance; Haneul was just a friend.
At that moment, he had no idea that what he was doing would break a heart in a way that he could never be able to fix.
Everything spilled into the light one day when Kyuhyun met Haneul in the vicinity of their dormitories. They were sitting in the uninhabited playground and chatting when a moment of impulse propelled him to kiss her. She returned the kiss, fiery and passionate. Only when they broke apart from each other, did they realize that they were not alone.
Ryeowook had witnessed every bit of the grievous sin. He stared at Kyuhyun for a long time. Panic rose in Kyuhyun like a snake rearing its ugly head when he saw the cold expression and emotionless eyes. There were no tears, no accusation, and no agitation. There was only stoic acceptance.
Kyuhyun tried to explain but words were rolled into a yarn that was jammed in his throat. He was in the wrong. Ryeowook gave him one last look before he turned and walk away.
“Are you guys going to be okay?” Haneul’s timorous voice squeaked.
Kyuhyun ran a hand through his hair and forced a smile. “Yeah, we’ll be good again in no time. Haneul, let’s not meet again.”
He made that request because, despite the irony of the situation, he finally knew who the person he wanted was at the moment when he was forced to choose.
Little did he know that that was also the moment Ryeowook stopped believing.
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Their relationship arrived at a standstill. Ryeowook kept his distance from Kyuhyun and no matter what Kyuhyun did, Ryeowook remained unresponsive. He became a wholly different person. They talked only when required but even then, their conversations had been nothing but phlegmatic. He remembered once when he tried to hold Ryeowook’s hand for curtsey after their performance, but Ryeowook had surreptitiously shaken his hand off and proceeded to stand at the other end of the line.
During the fifteen minutes break of their dance practice, Kyuhyun sat down in a corner and observed Ryeowook, who was chatting happily with the hyungs. Kyuhyun took an angry swig from his bottle, somehow feeling resentful that the dire straits of their relationship had hardly affected Ryeowook.
Kyuhyun saw a window of opportunity when Ryeowook left the studio for the gents. He had to force Ryeowook to talk to him if any reconciliation were to be possible. And in order to do that, he would have to corner Ryeowook.
He stood up, brushed his legs and marched to the door. He was about to slide the door open when a hand snagged him backwards. He spun, swallowing the biting remark that was ready to roll off his tongue when he met Heechul’s narrowed eyes. Heechul yanked Kyuhyun to a corner of the studio.
“What are you doing?” Kyuhyun jerked his elbow out of Heechul’s grip, trying to keep his temper in check. “I need to find Ryeowook.”
“Precisely why I’m stopping you.” Heechul folded his arms and glared at Kyuhyun.
“I need to talk to him.” Kyuhyun said seriously. “We need to talk.”
“Talk to him?” Heechul let loose a whistle of mirthless snort. In another corner, Leeteuk had his eyes furtively trained on them.
“Yes,” Kyuhyun glanced urgently at the clock, counting down the seconds before Ryeowook would return. “I was in the wrong. I want to make amendments.”
“Finally admitting that, are you?” Heechul scoffed. “But are you really going to make amendments, or are you going to hurt him more?
“How can I hurt him when I’m suffering more than him?” Kyuhyun felt the sting of tears. However, Heechul’s face only hardened at his display of contrition.
“So you think that Ryeowook was all smiles after all you’ve done to him?” Heechul hissed. He grabbed a fistful of Kyuhyun’s collar and yanked him forward. “How can you be so blind to those scars underneath that supposedly cheerful face, those scars that you had inflicted?” Heechul let go of Kyuhyun when a few startled members were approaching them. Heechul shot them a deadly glare, effectively stopping them in their tracks.
“Where were you when he was admitted to the hospital on an overdose of alcohol just because the hurt was too much for him to bear?” Heechul’s large eyes turned red at their rims. His voice was forcedly restrained from the bout of tears congregating in his throat.
Blood left Kyuhyun’s face and his mind buzzed with Heechul’s revelation. His voice was shaky when he managed to speak once again. “I didn’t know that.”
“Oh trust me, there are so much more that you don’t know.” Heechul turned away with a blatant expression of disgust. “But I’m not going to tell you. You don’t deserve to know.”
“Look hyung! I know I’ve been a bastard - ”
“A bastard’s better than you,” Heechul muttered.
Kyuhyun ignored Heechul. “I hadn’t been sure that he is the one that I want. But now - ”
“Keep it that way then.” Heechul snapped, so loudly that all heads turned. Eunhyuk and Donghae pursed their lips worriedly. “Because he deserves so much more than you. If you still have a heart, then stay away from him. He’s healing now.” Heechul stalked off, leaving Kyuhyun reeling from the bitter truth in his words.
Leeteuk approached and placed a hand on Kyuhyun’s shoulder. “Is everything all right?”
“Nothing’s gonna be,” Kyuhyun mumbled inaudibly. He shrugged Leeteuk’s comforting hand off and walked off. He curled himself back into his corner and without fighting back, he let guilt and remorse engulf him.
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Alcohol clouded Kyuhyun’s mind as he walked into the elevator with wobbly legs. He managed to press the correct digit after missing for the first few times. He leaned heavily on the steel wall as the elevator ascended. He rubbed his temples tiredly, the dull throb in his head a harbinger of a nasty hangover.
He had thought that alcohol could mollify his sadness. He had tipped glasses after glasses of alcohol down his throat, hoping that they would somehow provide him with a temporary shelter. However, the emptiness, one that he was so well acquainted with, only expanded beyond bearable limits. He had secretly wished that, like Ryeowook, he could be knocked out with alcohol intoxication, but that luxury was not vouchsafed to him.
He had never felt the impact of remorse as much as he did now. Life was not the same without Ryeowook; it was as though a dominant part of his world had been rendered hollow. He had carelessly discarded the ample chances that Ryeowook had given him on the selfish assumption that Ryeowook would always tolerate and forgive his misdoings. That was until he had gone too far. Now, he could only mourn, unable to grasp onto the relationship that was rapidly vanishing.
He staggered out of the lift and miraculously made it to the door without toppling over. He was fishing into his pockets for the keys when the door opened out of its own accord. He looked up, his breath catching when he realized that Ryeowook was standing before him. Ryeowook stiffened.
He blinked twice to make sure that Ryeowook was not the product of his pining. He turned to the plate affixed above the lift and confirmed that the number inscribed was indeed eleven.
“I’m here to get some stuff from Sungmin-hyung,” Ryeowook answered awkwardly, waving a plastic bag in his hand. Suddenly his nose crinkled. “You’ve been drinking? Did you drink on an empty stomach? Do you want me to - ” He stopped abruptly, as though remembering that their current status did not warrant such an intensity of concern. He forced a smile. “I’ll get going.”
“Wait, don’t go.” Kyuhyun reached for Ryeowook as the latter brushed past him, his hand automatically finding the slender wrist. In one swift movement, he pulled Ryeowook towards him, enveloping him in a bone-crushing embrace.
Propping his chin on Ryeowook’s head, Kyuhyun caught a whiff of recent hair-dye under the usual musky scent of shampoo. But other than that, Ryeowook was still Ryeowook. Their bodies melded together like neighboring puzzle pieces. He had never believed that the simplicity of a hug could complete his world, but now he did.
“What are you doing? We’re in the corridor!”
“I miss you so much.” Kyuhyun closed his eyes and a lone tear strayed down his cheek. The alcohol had seemed to magnify his vulnerability. He relished in the sensation of Ryeowook’s skin against his. This was not the tactile memory for which he had relied on for the past month; this was real.
“You’re drunk, Kyuhyun.” Ryeowook’s voice was muffled against Kyuhyun’s shoulder.
“No, I’m sober,” Ryeowook fidgeted in Kyuhyun’s arms to attempt free but Kyuhyun only held him tighter.
Ryeowook sighed in resignation. “What is it that you want?”
“You know it, don’t you? Please, give us another chance,” Kyuhyun croaked. “Give me another chance. I’m sorry. Believe in me again, please.”
There was a short moment of silent contemplation. Finally, Ryeowook wedged his hands onto Kyuhyun’s chest and pushed Kyuhyun away. Kyuhyun stumbled.
Ryeowook shook his head, his beautiful lips wreathing into a sad smile. “No, Kyuhyun.” Kyuhyun bit back the onslaught of his tears. “Then tell me,” his voice wavered, “What can I do to get us back together?”
Ryeowook shook his head again. His eyes were shiny with unshed tears. “Kyuhyun, don’t push me down the same cliff twice.” He turned and headed towards the stairway, leaving. Never once did he look back.
When Ryeowook disappeared from the periphery of his vision, Kyuhyun slinked down the wall and onto the floor, a defeated and broken man. Heedless of the fact that he was still in the corridor, he pulled his knees to his chest and buried his head in his arms.
He could only cry.
END
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A/N: This is a fast piece by me. The current lack of Kyuwook interaction has turned me into this monstrous woman who needs to write angst to make herself to feel better. This will probably the last time I write a bastard!Kyu (I’m sorry). And I actually like how Heechul turns out here. Thanks for reading. =)