Hate
Summary: the Super Junior members are a family, yet there is someone who harbours a hatred for another one of the members.....
Pairing: Shihan, one sided Hansung
Rating: PG
Genre: angst?€
Disclaimer: don't own nothing
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HATE
You hate him sometimes. You were band members, friends, family even, but it wasn’t like you shared the same intense bond with him as some of the others. So it’s ok to hate him right?
He is polite, charming, friendly, and has never said a bad word to you. Yet you really hate him. The world was supposed to be fair. When God made men, we were all molded out of the same substance, each meant to be equal. So why was there such a difference in reality? He believed in God, yet he defies God’s creation. What a hypocrite.
He has the looks, dark and handsome; the charm, sauve at times, whilst other innocent and naïve. He had the family, the friends, the fans. He had money, popularity, an enviable body. He had everything. You on the other hand didn’t even come close to the same natural, perfect looks, you don’t have the charm, and you are awkward at times, ignored mostly. You had an average family, few true friends, pitiful amount of fans compared to him. You had to work hard for money, fight for every bit of popularity and you felt horribly inadequate next to his fit and muscled body.
But the reason you really hate him, was not because of all of that. It was the one thing you really wanted, and you just don’t think that a man who already has everything should have him as well. A particular dancer you couldn’t stop thinking about. You had fallen for him the second you saw him dance the first time all twelve of you were introduced. You had planned and planned about how to approach him, how to make him your friend, when the other had just strode in, with his warm smiles, twinkling eyes and charming dimples and Hankyung was out of your reach for ever. The dance lessons you had planned to ask for, the Korean lessons you had planned to give in return, the shopping trips, food adventures you had imagined, fell apart as you watch them share beautiful flowing dances, rich deep singing, laughter over hotpots, sparkling eyes as broken Korean mixed awkward Chinese.
You know you shouldn’t hate him. It’s not his fault he was born advantaged. He doesn’t even know that you feel so strongly towards him and his lover. He is your dongsaeng, your friend.
But as you watch them on television, their arms around each other, hands entwined, eyes smiling with a joke only they understood, you can’t help but hate Choi Siwon for having everything you wanted, in particular a certain Chinese man who was currently sitting on Siwon’s lap.
A/N: in case you haven't guessed, this is from Yesung's point of view. i have nothing against the boy, although i must admit, he is not one of my favourites. this just seemed to suit him that's all. Thanks!
Pairing: Shihan, one sided Hansung
Rating: PG
Genre: angst?€
Disclaimer: don't own nothing
******************************************************
HATE
You hate him sometimes. You were band members, friends, family even, but it wasn’t like you shared the same intense bond with him as some of the others. So it’s ok to hate him right?
He is polite, charming, friendly, and has never said a bad word to you. Yet you really hate him. The world was supposed to be fair. When God made men, we were all molded out of the same substance, each meant to be equal. So why was there such a difference in reality? He believed in God, yet he defies God’s creation. What a hypocrite.
He has the looks, dark and handsome; the charm, sauve at times, whilst other innocent and naïve. He had the family, the friends, the fans. He had money, popularity, an enviable body. He had everything. You on the other hand didn’t even come close to the same natural, perfect looks, you don’t have the charm, and you are awkward at times, ignored mostly. You had an average family, few true friends, pitiful amount of fans compared to him. You had to work hard for money, fight for every bit of popularity and you felt horribly inadequate next to his fit and muscled body.
But the reason you really hate him, was not because of all of that. It was the one thing you really wanted, and you just don’t think that a man who already has everything should have him as well. A particular dancer you couldn’t stop thinking about. You had fallen for him the second you saw him dance the first time all twelve of you were introduced. You had planned and planned about how to approach him, how to make him your friend, when the other had just strode in, with his warm smiles, twinkling eyes and charming dimples and Hankyung was out of your reach for ever. The dance lessons you had planned to ask for, the Korean lessons you had planned to give in return, the shopping trips, food adventures you had imagined, fell apart as you watch them share beautiful flowing dances, rich deep singing, laughter over hotpots, sparkling eyes as broken Korean mixed awkward Chinese.
You know you shouldn’t hate him. It’s not his fault he was born advantaged. He doesn’t even know that you feel so strongly towards him and his lover. He is your dongsaeng, your friend.
But as you watch them on television, their arms around each other, hands entwined, eyes smiling with a joke only they understood, you can’t help but hate Choi Siwon for having everything you wanted, in particular a certain Chinese man who was currently sitting on Siwon’s lap.
A/N: in case you haven't guessed, this is from Yesung's point of view. i have nothing against the boy, although i must admit, he is not one of my favourites. this just seemed to suit him that's all. Thanks!