Going Home
Title: Going Home
Pairing: KyuSung
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Mild-angst
Wordcount: 1.186
Summary: The decision is made, Kyuhyun is returning home.
A/N: MEH. Song used: Daughtry - Home. I know it’s sucky, but it might be the last fic you see of me, so please try to enjoy it ^^;;
Written for kyusungcentral's Valentine's Day Songfic Festival
Going Home
Kyuhyun shifted from one uncomfortable position into another. He had known that flying from America to South Korea in the cheapest seats available wouldn’t do him much good, but he hadn’t known it would be this painful.
This pain however, was in no way comparable with the pain he had felt the day he had left South Korea, including his family and his friends. And Jongwoon, of course. Jongwoon, who had always been the stronger one in their relationship, had cried in Kyuhyun’s arms when they were saying their goodbyes at the airport, as if they would never see each other again as soon as Kyuhyun had taken off. Kyuhyun himself, realizing that he couldn’t break down as well, had held strong until he had arrived at his seat, and only then had started to cry and had continued doing so for nearly the entire trip to America. All the flight attendants had tried to sooth him, to make him stop, but to no avail. They could in no way understand what he was going through.
But all of that happened a year and a half ago. Today, he was finally going home. And whatever pain he had to endure to return to the place he had most accomplished, to return to the happy life he deserved, was completely worth it.
“What? You can’t come home Kyuhyun! You aren’t done yet,” Jongwoon had said in mild anger when Kyuhyun had called to inform he was planning to return home. That he was tired of staying any longer in America, doing nothing but wasting his money and seeing the same room and people day in day out. He also just wanted to return to Jongwoon, but he hadn’t said that out loud. It was a pride-thing.
“I am done, there is nothing left for me to do here,” Kyuhyun had replied, on which Jongwoon had instantly replied that he was being an extreme idiot who had to use his brain for once. A painful remark, and the rest of the evening pretty much involved Jongwoon apologizing to him, and Kyuhyun trying to tell him that his insult actually had been rather funny, in an ironic kind of way.
His parents hadn’t been too pleased about his decision either. His dad told him he was being a fool, a fool who ran away from a possible positive future, only to run towards a more negative one, while his mom just cried and told him she hoped he wasn’t making a rash decision. Much did they know that rash decisions were all that there was left for Kyuhyun to make.
A jolt of pain travelled through Kyuhyun, from his forehead to his lower back, and he moaned as silently as he could. The small child next to him stared at him in fear, and Kyuhyun tried to smile at him to let him know everything was okay, but failed horribly. The kid panicked even more and ran off, much to a flight attendant’s dismay.
Kyuhyun wondered where the kid’s mom was, but as the pain only increased more and more, nearly until it became unbearable, he stopped caring about it. His head and back were literally killing him.
“Sir, are you alright?” a smiling attendant asked, and Kyuhyun nodded as soon as he had managed to make eye-contact. He couldn’t answer verbally, as he was quite sure a completely different, and most likely disturbing sound would come out of his mouth if he were to open it. The attendant was contented with his answer though, as she took off as soon as he had started nodding very unconvincingly. Kyuhyun wondered if behind that lovely smile of hers was a woman who didn’t even care about her job. It irritated Kyuhyun mildly; he would kill for a job.
Kyuhyun moaned silently for a second time, happy the small kid had already left so he couldn’t hear that as well, and slowly lifted up his arm to check on his watch. It wasn’t working anymore, and in fact it had stopped showing time a year ago, but he still wore it every single day and he was extremely happy to see he hadn’t forgotten to put it on his wrist before taking off in a rush because he had some trouble checking out of the place he had stayed for the past year and a half.
“They say this watch will never stop ticking. So for as long as it shows time, I will love you, Cho Kyuhyun,” Jongwoon said, a loving glint in his eyes and a large smile on his face.
The memory still made Kyuhyun smile, and there was no pain able to stop him from smiling now as well. Jongwoon had been so silly believing that TV commercial that had said this watch would never stop working, because no technology in the world would make a watch work forever when it was driven by a battery. But because the moment had been so magical, Kyuhyun had for once resisted the urge to make a witty remark. How could he make one, anyway? It had been their first valentine’s day together, and Kyuhyun wanted it to be special. And it had been. And so had the 3 valentine’s days they’d had after the first one. The 5th Valentine’s Day had been the most horrible one. And for the 6th, Kyuhyun hadn’t been in Korea anymore, and it was spend over the phone.
Kyuhyun had missed Korea immensely, but it was incomparable with how much he had missed Jongwoon, despite their daily 1-hour minimum calls. The only thing that Kyuhyun really needed was Jongwoon. Jongwoon beside him, Jongwoon with him, Jongwoon holding his hand, Jongwoon kissing him, Jongwoon on top of him, Jongwoon inside him. His love was what made Kyuhyun fight every single day over and over again, and what made it all worth it.
“Excuse me, how much longer is this flight going to take?” A middle-aged woman asked, and Kyuhyun glanced up from his watch.
“Three more hours, miss,” a voice answered.
Three more hours to be reunited with Jongwoon. For many a few hours were nothing, but Kyuhyun deeply wished the plane would be able to go much faster. Even though his watch didn’t work any longer, his precious time was still ticking away non stoppingly.
“How much time do I have?” Kyuhyun asked the doctor, determined with his decision of stopping treatment and returning home. His doctor hadn’t been happy, but there was nothing he could do to make Kyuhyun continue treatment. 5% chance of curing hadn’t been enough for Kyuhyun, and somehow, his doctor understood.
“1 month,” he had answered, facing his desk as it saddened him even more than it saddened Kyuhyun.
That had been 2 weeks ago. But any second Kyuhyun had with Jongwoon, he would spend wisely. He only needed to figure out how to tell Jongwoon how much time he had left. But that was a worry for later. Right now, he was going home, and he had no regrets whatsoever with the future he had chosen for himself.
Fin.
Pairing: KyuSung
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Mild-angst
Wordcount: 1.186
Summary: The decision is made, Kyuhyun is returning home.
A/N: MEH. Song used: Daughtry - Home. I know it’s sucky, but it might be the last fic you see of me, so please try to enjoy it ^^;;
Written for kyusungcentral's Valentine's Day Songfic Festival
Going Home
Kyuhyun shifted from one uncomfortable position into another. He had known that flying from America to South Korea in the cheapest seats available wouldn’t do him much good, but he hadn’t known it would be this painful.
This pain however, was in no way comparable with the pain he had felt the day he had left South Korea, including his family and his friends. And Jongwoon, of course. Jongwoon, who had always been the stronger one in their relationship, had cried in Kyuhyun’s arms when they were saying their goodbyes at the airport, as if they would never see each other again as soon as Kyuhyun had taken off. Kyuhyun himself, realizing that he couldn’t break down as well, had held strong until he had arrived at his seat, and only then had started to cry and had continued doing so for nearly the entire trip to America. All the flight attendants had tried to sooth him, to make him stop, but to no avail. They could in no way understand what he was going through.
But all of that happened a year and a half ago. Today, he was finally going home. And whatever pain he had to endure to return to the place he had most accomplished, to return to the happy life he deserved, was completely worth it.
“What? You can’t come home Kyuhyun! You aren’t done yet,” Jongwoon had said in mild anger when Kyuhyun had called to inform he was planning to return home. That he was tired of staying any longer in America, doing nothing but wasting his money and seeing the same room and people day in day out. He also just wanted to return to Jongwoon, but he hadn’t said that out loud. It was a pride-thing.
“I am done, there is nothing left for me to do here,” Kyuhyun had replied, on which Jongwoon had instantly replied that he was being an extreme idiot who had to use his brain for once. A painful remark, and the rest of the evening pretty much involved Jongwoon apologizing to him, and Kyuhyun trying to tell him that his insult actually had been rather funny, in an ironic kind of way.
His parents hadn’t been too pleased about his decision either. His dad told him he was being a fool, a fool who ran away from a possible positive future, only to run towards a more negative one, while his mom just cried and told him she hoped he wasn’t making a rash decision. Much did they know that rash decisions were all that there was left for Kyuhyun to make.
A jolt of pain travelled through Kyuhyun, from his forehead to his lower back, and he moaned as silently as he could. The small child next to him stared at him in fear, and Kyuhyun tried to smile at him to let him know everything was okay, but failed horribly. The kid panicked even more and ran off, much to a flight attendant’s dismay.
Kyuhyun wondered where the kid’s mom was, but as the pain only increased more and more, nearly until it became unbearable, he stopped caring about it. His head and back were literally killing him.
“Sir, are you alright?” a smiling attendant asked, and Kyuhyun nodded as soon as he had managed to make eye-contact. He couldn’t answer verbally, as he was quite sure a completely different, and most likely disturbing sound would come out of his mouth if he were to open it. The attendant was contented with his answer though, as she took off as soon as he had started nodding very unconvincingly. Kyuhyun wondered if behind that lovely smile of hers was a woman who didn’t even care about her job. It irritated Kyuhyun mildly; he would kill for a job.
Kyuhyun moaned silently for a second time, happy the small kid had already left so he couldn’t hear that as well, and slowly lifted up his arm to check on his watch. It wasn’t working anymore, and in fact it had stopped showing time a year ago, but he still wore it every single day and he was extremely happy to see he hadn’t forgotten to put it on his wrist before taking off in a rush because he had some trouble checking out of the place he had stayed for the past year and a half.
“They say this watch will never stop ticking. So for as long as it shows time, I will love you, Cho Kyuhyun,” Jongwoon said, a loving glint in his eyes and a large smile on his face.
The memory still made Kyuhyun smile, and there was no pain able to stop him from smiling now as well. Jongwoon had been so silly believing that TV commercial that had said this watch would never stop working, because no technology in the world would make a watch work forever when it was driven by a battery. But because the moment had been so magical, Kyuhyun had for once resisted the urge to make a witty remark. How could he make one, anyway? It had been their first valentine’s day together, and Kyuhyun wanted it to be special. And it had been. And so had the 3 valentine’s days they’d had after the first one. The 5th Valentine’s Day had been the most horrible one. And for the 6th, Kyuhyun hadn’t been in Korea anymore, and it was spend over the phone.
Kyuhyun had missed Korea immensely, but it was incomparable with how much he had missed Jongwoon, despite their daily 1-hour minimum calls. The only thing that Kyuhyun really needed was Jongwoon. Jongwoon beside him, Jongwoon with him, Jongwoon holding his hand, Jongwoon kissing him, Jongwoon on top of him, Jongwoon inside him. His love was what made Kyuhyun fight every single day over and over again, and what made it all worth it.
“Excuse me, how much longer is this flight going to take?” A middle-aged woman asked, and Kyuhyun glanced up from his watch.
“Three more hours, miss,” a voice answered.
Three more hours to be reunited with Jongwoon. For many a few hours were nothing, but Kyuhyun deeply wished the plane would be able to go much faster. Even though his watch didn’t work any longer, his precious time was still ticking away non stoppingly.
“How much time do I have?” Kyuhyun asked the doctor, determined with his decision of stopping treatment and returning home. His doctor hadn’t been happy, but there was nothing he could do to make Kyuhyun continue treatment. 5% chance of curing hadn’t been enough for Kyuhyun, and somehow, his doctor understood.
“1 month,” he had answered, facing his desk as it saddened him even more than it saddened Kyuhyun.
That had been 2 weeks ago. But any second Kyuhyun had with Jongwoon, he would spend wisely. He only needed to figure out how to tell Jongwoon how much time he had left. But that was a worry for later. Right now, he was going home, and he had no regrets whatsoever with the future he had chosen for himself.
Fin.