003. Blindfolds
Title: Blindfolds
Pairing: Yesung/Hankyung
Ratings: PG
Summary: Yesung hates the way that some people describe Super Junior. Don't break them apart with your spiteful comments. All idols just work so, so hard to get to where they are now.
Yesung gripped the counter, his knuckles turning white in the process.
[How could they, those people]
His face flushed with anger, his body trembling with anger, Yesung banged his fist heavily down on the kitchen counter, unable to get rid of all those thoughts in his mind.
[I need to calm down]
He took in deep breaths, reminding himself to breathe evenly. But whenever his mind dragged up those words in front of him, he couldn't help it, his breathing would speed up and he would feel the anger coming on again.
[They had no idea, no idea what we went through, and they make those comments]
He went over to the fridge and took out a bottle of water, gulping it down quickly. He slammed the fridge closed, sat down at the kitchen table, fuming.
Hankyung raised his eyebrows as he walked into the kitchen. Yesung rarely got angry, and when he did, he never got this angry. He was frightening now, in a completely dark mood. Hankyung swore he could see the dark aura that was surrounding Yesung now.
"Yesung, what's wrong?" Hankyung sat down cautiously across the table, testing the waters.
Yesung clamped his mouth and shook his head, knowing that he would probably vent his fustrations on Hankyung if he spoke, and it was not Hankyung's fault at all.
[In fact, we should all face it together. But I can't just stop thinking about. They...are beyond description]
Hankyung sighed, understanding the situation from that shake of Yesung's head. He walked over to the fridge, and in the process, patted Yesung's shoulder, squeezing it slightly. "I presume you are hungry." Hankyung stated matter-of-factly. Yesung nodded once, his fingers tightening their grip on the plastic bottle again, crushing the bottle, releasing a harsh sound. Hankyung stiffened, as he proceeded to take out ingredients for their meal. He walked over to the rice cooker, scooping us the leftover from dinner last night. Although it was only 3 in the morning, Hankyung thought that Yesung might appreciate some real food now, so he thought of making fried rice.
"Yesung arh." Hankyung said as he chopped the greens on the cutting board.
No reaction.
[Alright, this is going to be a monologue then.] Hankyung thought to himself. He placed the neatly cut vegetables onto a plate, continuing the cutting with the meat.
"Yesung, no matter what happened, we are always here for you. You know that right, don't you?" Hankyung tossed the rice into the wok, switching on the lighter underneath. He tossed a few drops of olive oil into the wok, and waited for the rice to heat up. He threw a glance over his shoulder, to see Yesung looking down at the table, his fingers making indescribable patterns on the table. Yesung seemed to wear a murderous look on his face, the glare that could literally kill.
"Yesung, tell me what happened. At least you can tell me what is wrong right? Or do I have to force it out of you?" Hankyung stated calmly, adding in the vegetables and meat into the wok, tossing the wok like a professional chef, making sure that every grain of rice was getting its fair share of heat.
Yesung sighed inwardly, and proceeded to his room. He picked up his laptop from the room and went back into the kitchen, placing his laptop carefully on the table. He glared at the screen, not wanting to see those offending words again. He pushed the laptop in the direction of Hankyung, and settled down on a chair, staring into space.
Hankyung cracked an egg into the pan, cutting it deftly with a few shakes of his hand, making sure that they were bite-size and golden brown, instead of being charred and over-cooked. "Yesung, you know I can't look at your laptop now. I want to hear it from you, state it." Hankyung added as he threw another glance at Yesung.
Yesung curled his hands into fists, unwilling to even talk about it. He exhaled, his breath coming out all in a rush. He looked straight at Hankyung's back, and found it oddly comforting to know that at least there was someone there that could comfort him and share his problems. He stood up, walking slowly to the counter, and glared straight at the wall in front of him.
"Hyung, have you heard about those rumours, that were circulating around recently?" Yesung stated, trying to keep his tone straight, instead of the murderous feeling he was now feeling in the depths of his stomach.
Hankyung's mind whirled, unsure of what Yesung meant. He added the fried egg to the wok, mixing it up together with the rice, ensuring that the meat was firm and tender.
Yesung continued, without waiting for a reply. "Those comments, critising Super Junior. Saying we can't sing, can't dance, can't do anything." The end came out as a whisper, but could hardly contain Yesung's emotions. Yesung placed his hand down heavily on the counter, wishing that he could personally bash those people up.
Hankyung glanced at Yesung. It was so seldom that Yesung was affected by such comments.
"The thing is, it's not about me. He attacked all of us." Yesung's voice dropped further, and Hankyung had to strain his ears to listen. Yesung bit down on his lip, clamping down on his teeth at the same time. He had no intentions of revealing more, but the way that guy on the internet had talked about them, as if they were nothing, as if these 4 years of hardship were nothing, as if these 4 years of brotherhood between them were nothing, as if these 4 years of friendship, pulling each other over the tough times were nothing, as if they had ceased to exist, as if there was no Super Junior, who had worked dash hard to produce the results they had today. And of all days, that person had to critisize them on a day when Yesung wasn't feeling great to begin with. His mood sank to the bottom, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. He could take comments that were directed at him, but to Super Junior, that was a dangerous territory that person was messing around with.
Hankyung scooped the rice out of the wok and placed it in two plates, covering the kitchen with a fragrant aroma. He placed the plates on the table, and took a look at the comments on the laptop himself.
Anonymous1258: "Super Junior should just disappear. They are nothing in Korea's entertainment."
Anonymous2356: "They are nothing at all. Shame, disappointment, everything negative. Associated with them"
Anonymous9786: "They should get rid of themselves. Please, even blind people could see the standards they were at"
However, these were nothing compared to the one Yesung had highlighted using his mouse browser a few moments ago. He stared at that message, re-reading it.
Anonymous59856: "What friendship, brotherhood between them. A pile of rubbish. Some members do not deserve such a group"
Hankyung turned towards Yesung, to see Yesung gripping the counter tightly again. He understood, Yesung was always a very emotional and sensitive guy, caring, and placed this friendship between Super Junior members on a high pedestal. He loved the other members as if they were his own real blood brothers, as if he had this obligation, this responsibility to take care of them, or else he may go crazy and insane.
"Yesung."
[I knew it was going to be a monologue again.]
"Yesung." Hankyung tried again. After eliciting no response from the man in question, Hankyung sighed, walking over to the guy, and placing his hands over those clenched fists.
"Yesung. Don't listen to such a comment. Don't get angry at such a small thing."
"Small thing?" Yesung whirled around, the fire in his eyes could literally light up a match.
Hankyung placed his hands up tiredly, not wanting to argue with his dongsaeng at such a time. "Yesung, don't be blindfolded. That guy doesn't deserve such a reaction from you. This cannot definitely be stronger than our friendship, right? We have gone through thick and thin, you cannot just get angry because of such a comment. I thought, you knew better than this. I thought you understood this better than all of us. I thought you could throw this away calmly, because it has never been true once. I thought, Yesung." Hankyun exhaled sharply, getting angry all by himself all of a sudden. "Sorry, Yesung." He murmured under his breath. Hankyung looked down at the floor, and walked out of the kitchen, heading back to his own room, with his plate forgotten, on the table.
Yesung looked at the back figure of his hyung, feeling tired all of a sudden. He slumped onto the chair, and held onto the table as a support. Everything that Hankyung had just mentioned struck him at the core. Him, out of all people, should have dismissed such a comment. But why did he let it get to him, and made him in such a foul mood since dinner last night? Why did he allow it to make him this provoked, to be so angry that he literally snapped at all the other members? Even Hankyung, who is one of the peacemakers in the group. He stared at the plate of fried rice in front of him.
[I always thought I knew and loved so much about this group than every other member. What I didn't know was that there are others who loved this group as much as me, even though they didn't express it.]
This plate of fried rice, which took a plain 30 minutes to cook, seemed like an extremely precious and important time for him. Learning more about his other member, in fact, Hankyung.
[I am so blind. Always thought that I gave the most, and never took any back. Thinking that no one else really appreciates this. That's why it got to me so much, because I was so afraid those comments would become a reality and will be true.]
Yesung stuffed a spoonful of the fried rice into his mouth, tears running down his cheeks.
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A/N: Sleepy~ I dislike anti-fans >.< Was just watching a variety show with Super Junior in it. Very affected X( Members were crying T_T Comment please?
Pairing: Yesung/Hankyung
Ratings: PG
Summary: Yesung hates the way that some people describe Super Junior. Don't break them apart with your spiteful comments. All idols just work so, so hard to get to where they are now.
Yesung gripped the counter, his knuckles turning white in the process.
[How could they, those people]
His face flushed with anger, his body trembling with anger, Yesung banged his fist heavily down on the kitchen counter, unable to get rid of all those thoughts in his mind.
[I need to calm down]
He took in deep breaths, reminding himself to breathe evenly. But whenever his mind dragged up those words in front of him, he couldn't help it, his breathing would speed up and he would feel the anger coming on again.
[They had no idea, no idea what we went through, and they make those comments]
He went over to the fridge and took out a bottle of water, gulping it down quickly. He slammed the fridge closed, sat down at the kitchen table, fuming.
Hankyung raised his eyebrows as he walked into the kitchen. Yesung rarely got angry, and when he did, he never got this angry. He was frightening now, in a completely dark mood. Hankyung swore he could see the dark aura that was surrounding Yesung now.
"Yesung, what's wrong?" Hankyung sat down cautiously across the table, testing the waters.
Yesung clamped his mouth and shook his head, knowing that he would probably vent his fustrations on Hankyung if he spoke, and it was not Hankyung's fault at all.
[In fact, we should all face it together. But I can't just stop thinking about. They...are beyond description]
Hankyung sighed, understanding the situation from that shake of Yesung's head. He walked over to the fridge, and in the process, patted Yesung's shoulder, squeezing it slightly. "I presume you are hungry." Hankyung stated matter-of-factly. Yesung nodded once, his fingers tightening their grip on the plastic bottle again, crushing the bottle, releasing a harsh sound. Hankyung stiffened, as he proceeded to take out ingredients for their meal. He walked over to the rice cooker, scooping us the leftover from dinner last night. Although it was only 3 in the morning, Hankyung thought that Yesung might appreciate some real food now, so he thought of making fried rice.
"Yesung arh." Hankyung said as he chopped the greens on the cutting board.
No reaction.
[Alright, this is going to be a monologue then.] Hankyung thought to himself. He placed the neatly cut vegetables onto a plate, continuing the cutting with the meat.
"Yesung, no matter what happened, we are always here for you. You know that right, don't you?" Hankyung tossed the rice into the wok, switching on the lighter underneath. He tossed a few drops of olive oil into the wok, and waited for the rice to heat up. He threw a glance over his shoulder, to see Yesung looking down at the table, his fingers making indescribable patterns on the table. Yesung seemed to wear a murderous look on his face, the glare that could literally kill.
"Yesung, tell me what happened. At least you can tell me what is wrong right? Or do I have to force it out of you?" Hankyung stated calmly, adding in the vegetables and meat into the wok, tossing the wok like a professional chef, making sure that every grain of rice was getting its fair share of heat.
Yesung sighed inwardly, and proceeded to his room. He picked up his laptop from the room and went back into the kitchen, placing his laptop carefully on the table. He glared at the screen, not wanting to see those offending words again. He pushed the laptop in the direction of Hankyung, and settled down on a chair, staring into space.
Hankyung cracked an egg into the pan, cutting it deftly with a few shakes of his hand, making sure that they were bite-size and golden brown, instead of being charred and over-cooked. "Yesung, you know I can't look at your laptop now. I want to hear it from you, state it." Hankyung added as he threw another glance at Yesung.
Yesung curled his hands into fists, unwilling to even talk about it. He exhaled, his breath coming out all in a rush. He looked straight at Hankyung's back, and found it oddly comforting to know that at least there was someone there that could comfort him and share his problems. He stood up, walking slowly to the counter, and glared straight at the wall in front of him.
"Hyung, have you heard about those rumours, that were circulating around recently?" Yesung stated, trying to keep his tone straight, instead of the murderous feeling he was now feeling in the depths of his stomach.
Hankyung's mind whirled, unsure of what Yesung meant. He added the fried egg to the wok, mixing it up together with the rice, ensuring that the meat was firm and tender.
Yesung continued, without waiting for a reply. "Those comments, critising Super Junior. Saying we can't sing, can't dance, can't do anything." The end came out as a whisper, but could hardly contain Yesung's emotions. Yesung placed his hand down heavily on the counter, wishing that he could personally bash those people up.
Hankyung glanced at Yesung. It was so seldom that Yesung was affected by such comments.
"The thing is, it's not about me. He attacked all of us." Yesung's voice dropped further, and Hankyung had to strain his ears to listen. Yesung bit down on his lip, clamping down on his teeth at the same time. He had no intentions of revealing more, but the way that guy on the internet had talked about them, as if they were nothing, as if these 4 years of hardship were nothing, as if these 4 years of brotherhood between them were nothing, as if these 4 years of friendship, pulling each other over the tough times were nothing, as if they had ceased to exist, as if there was no Super Junior, who had worked dash hard to produce the results they had today. And of all days, that person had to critisize them on a day when Yesung wasn't feeling great to begin with. His mood sank to the bottom, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. He could take comments that were directed at him, but to Super Junior, that was a dangerous territory that person was messing around with.
Hankyung scooped the rice out of the wok and placed it in two plates, covering the kitchen with a fragrant aroma. He placed the plates on the table, and took a look at the comments on the laptop himself.
Anonymous1258: "Super Junior should just disappear. They are nothing in Korea's entertainment."
Anonymous2356: "They are nothing at all. Shame, disappointment, everything negative. Associated with them"
Anonymous9786: "They should get rid of themselves. Please, even blind people could see the standards they were at"
However, these were nothing compared to the one Yesung had highlighted using his mouse browser a few moments ago. He stared at that message, re-reading it.
Anonymous59856: "What friendship, brotherhood between them. A pile of rubbish. Some members do not deserve such a group"
Hankyung turned towards Yesung, to see Yesung gripping the counter tightly again. He understood, Yesung was always a very emotional and sensitive guy, caring, and placed this friendship between Super Junior members on a high pedestal. He loved the other members as if they were his own real blood brothers, as if he had this obligation, this responsibility to take care of them, or else he may go crazy and insane.
"Yesung."
[I knew it was going to be a monologue again.]
"Yesung." Hankyung tried again. After eliciting no response from the man in question, Hankyung sighed, walking over to the guy, and placing his hands over those clenched fists.
"Yesung. Don't listen to such a comment. Don't get angry at such a small thing."
"Small thing?" Yesung whirled around, the fire in his eyes could literally light up a match.
Hankyung placed his hands up tiredly, not wanting to argue with his dongsaeng at such a time. "Yesung, don't be blindfolded. That guy doesn't deserve such a reaction from you. This cannot definitely be stronger than our friendship, right? We have gone through thick and thin, you cannot just get angry because of such a comment. I thought, you knew better than this. I thought you understood this better than all of us. I thought you could throw this away calmly, because it has never been true once. I thought, Yesung." Hankyun exhaled sharply, getting angry all by himself all of a sudden. "Sorry, Yesung." He murmured under his breath. Hankyung looked down at the floor, and walked out of the kitchen, heading back to his own room, with his plate forgotten, on the table.
Yesung looked at the back figure of his hyung, feeling tired all of a sudden. He slumped onto the chair, and held onto the table as a support. Everything that Hankyung had just mentioned struck him at the core. Him, out of all people, should have dismissed such a comment. But why did he let it get to him, and made him in such a foul mood since dinner last night? Why did he allow it to make him this provoked, to be so angry that he literally snapped at all the other members? Even Hankyung, who is one of the peacemakers in the group. He stared at the plate of fried rice in front of him.
[I always thought I knew and loved so much about this group than every other member. What I didn't know was that there are others who loved this group as much as me, even though they didn't express it.]
This plate of fried rice, which took a plain 30 minutes to cook, seemed like an extremely precious and important time for him. Learning more about his other member, in fact, Hankyung.
[I am so blind. Always thought that I gave the most, and never took any back. Thinking that no one else really appreciates this. That's why it got to me so much, because I was so afraid those comments would become a reality and will be true.]
Yesung stuffed a spoonful of the fried rice into his mouth, tears running down his cheeks.
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A/N: Sleepy~ I dislike anti-fans >.< Was just watching a variety show with Super Junior in it. Very affected X( Members were crying T_T Comment please?