Just A Call
Pairing: Hankyung/Sungmin
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Summary: Was it his own fault that he was this miserable?
A/N: This is for you, missidash:DD I'm sorry it took such a long time T.T
Can be read as a oneshot, or a sequel for "Rooftops"
See my other fics for the 100 Super Junior Fic Challenge
“Honey! I’m going to the grocery! Will be back in an hour!”
“Okay! See you!” Hangeng yelled from the kitchen as he heard the slam of the front door.
He took off his mittens and sighed in satisfaction. There was a cracking of knee caps as he squat down to peek at the batch of cookies in the oven. Tapping the glass with his fingers, he turned to check the clock. He had about 30 minutes to wait.
Grabbing an apple, he made his way to the living room and plopped down on the sofa. The TV switched on with a press of his finger while he munched on the apple. He sat there, not caring which channel he was watching, and stared at nothing in particular. He heard the ticking of the clock and the quiet, muffled sounds from the TV. For once in a long time, he hadn’t felt this peaceful, this relaxed. He didn’t know why. Wasn’t he living a great life right now?
He started when the news reporter on the screen broadcasted the news of the upcoming Super Show 4. He smiled as he saw the members on TV, missing the times he had spent with all of them once. But no, he didn’t regret leaving them, although he did miss Heechul once in a while.
The camera zoomed in on each of the members, Leeteuk still acting all leader-like, Kyuhyun standing straight and taking a break from him evil maknae role, Siwon (Hangeng snorted) being all gentlemanly, Ryeowook smiling happily, Yesung grinning and waving with his small hands, Shindong with a goofy smile, and Eunhyuk giggling and playing around with Donghae. But the last person in line caught Hangeng’s attention. Biting his lip, he stared in concern at the member, who looked sickly with his face pale and with dark shadows under his eyes.
The news report about Super Junior ended and the reporter started talking about a bank robbery. Hangeng sat there, uneasiness bubbling up in him as he decided on what to do.
The next thing he knew, he was dialing a phone number he had memorized a long time ago into his cellphone. The phone dialed once, twice. Unknowingly, his heart was thumping hard inside his chest; for some reason, he felt like hanging up.
The dialing stopped and the voice mail came on. He let out a long exhalation of air. Was he relieved? No, another vague part of him wished desperately for the other to pick up. He hurriedly pressed the call button again. Again the dials echoed in his ears. Hangeng didn’t know if he was trembling in anticipation or nervousness.
Deep in his thoughts, he started when a soft voice came through the speaker. “Hello?”
Hangeng’s mind went blank. He couldn’t get himself to make a sound until the person on the other end spoke again. “Hello? Anyone there?”
“Oh, um, uh….” Hangeng managed to croak out after smacking himself on the head with the nearest object. “Hey, it’s been a long time.”
“May I ask who this is?” The voice asked, a little impatient in its tone.
“Yah, you don’t remember your hyung’s voice anymore?” Hangeng laughed nervously as he rubbed furiously on the spot where he had used a lamp and practically made a dent in his own head.
There was silence for a few seconds until the voice incredulously gasped, “Hankyu- ah no, Hangeng hyung?!”
“It’s been a while Sungmin.” A smile crept up his face. “How are you?”
There was a pause. “I-uh-not bad I guess.”
Hangeng rolled his eyes. “You’re lying again. You know that I can always sense when you’re hiding something. Spit it out.”
“No, it’s nothing really.”
“Really? Then may I ask why do you look so awful on TV?”
He heard a sharp intake of breath. “Oh, hyung, you saw us?”
“Of course, couldn’t miss it right?”
There was a dry laugh. “Mm.”
A loud ding interrupted them. “Oh, that must be my cookies,” Hangeng stated before walking towards the kitchen.
“Oh, hyung, you bake cookies? I never knew.” Hangeng could almost visualize Sungmin raising an eyebrow.
“I suddenly got an inspiration this morning. It just popped into my head.” Hangeng chuckled while taking the tray of freshly baked chocolate cookies out of the oven. “Don’t change the subject. You still owe me an explanation.”
Sungmin let out an irritated sigh. “I told you, it’s nothing hyung. Just really busy with preparations, promotions and everything.”
“Hm. Not entirely convinced.”
“Hyung, stop pestering me,” the voice whined.
Hangeng laughed. “Alright, I’ll let you go this time.” It was then he realized that he was grinning from ear to ear. Somehow his heart felt lighter and the bruise on his head felt less painful.
“I miss all of you guys.” He suddenly confessed. “And Super Junior-M. And you too.”
“Me too,” Sungmin murmured. Then he hurriedly added, “I mean Super Junior-M.”
Hangeng found himself chuckling again. “What’s wrong in missing your hyung, huh?”
“I-uh-nevermind,” the voice at the other end stuttered. “By the way, how’s Jane?”
Hangeng’s smile faltered. “Ah, Jane,” He spoke hesitantly, “She’s fine.”
“It’s been almost a year right?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“I’m glad.”
“Thank you.”
An awkward silence settled between them until the voice spoke again, softer than before.
“Um, I gotta go hyung, the others are calling me.”
Hangeng stiffened. “Can’t you stay a bit longer?”
“No, I’m sorry.” The voice quivered.
A sharp pang of disappointment struck at Hangeng’s heart. “Really?”
“Yes, really, bye hyung.”
Hangeng didn’t get a chance to say goodbye before the call ended with a click. He lowered his cellphone down slowly and sighed. He felt reluctant to end the call, the only connection he had to his previous life. A connection he had with someone that was part of his family.
Hangeng leaned on the wall, resting his head on the smooth surface. The feeling gnawed on his insides, making it more unbearable by the second. He stared at the batch of cookies that had cooled off for a while already. He wanted to hear that voice again, to know why the other was so miserable, and it pained him.
Hangeng ran his hands through his hair. He knew it was wrong, how the feelings that he had buried deep under were seeping out again. Memories of a dazzling smile flashed through his mind, followed by a tinkling laugh. He growled in frustration and shook his head. But they wouldn’t stop. Gusts of what he had tried to push away came escaping out from the weak barrier in his mind. A pair of shining eyes, pouty lips, then a melodious voice that once warmed his heart. No, not once, but still even now. And how he wished to hear it again.
Hangeng stumbled back to the sofa and sat down heavily. He clutched at his shirt, trying to remove the insufferable mix of pain and longing from his chest. But it stayed, digging deeper and deeper. He sunk a fist into the soft material of his seat as his sight blurred.
There was a click from the front door. Hangeng jumped and hurriedly wiped his eyes dry with his sleeves.
“I’m baaaaaaaack! Nothing bad happened when I was away?”
Hangeng forced a smile on his face as he turned to face the person. “Of course not, Jane.”
“You feeling ok?” Jane worriedly walked over to him and cupped his face in her hands. “What’s wrong?”
I told you, it’s nothing hyung.
“It’s nothing,” He replied, holding her wrists and putting her hands down. The pain inside was getting unendurable.
She smiled. He heard her say Alright then. I love you. before placing a kiss on his cheek and walking off. Hangeng stared at her retreating form until his eyes fell on a beautifully ornate gold picture frame. He picked it up slowly and was met with a smiling couple, hand in hand, confetti floating around them as they walked out of a church. The bride was in a magnificent white dress, clutching happily at the arm of the groom, who looked equally thrilled.
Hangeng thought about everything that had happened before that. He remembered how he met Jane from the introduction of his parents on a blind date. That was the beginning of everything, the start of his love life. But was it love? Or was he just trying to meet the expectations of his family?
He blindly stumbled into his room, no, their bedroom, and fell onto the bed. The moon shined brightly through the windows, the clear sky revealing many stars in the night. Was it his own fault that he was this miserable? Was everything because of a wrong choice? Tears streamed down his moon-lit face as he gazed at the brightest star he could see, and wondered if the person he ached for was sharing the same sight in the dark sky.
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Summary: Was it his own fault that he was this miserable?
A/N: This is for you, missidash:DD I'm sorry it took such a long time T.T
Can be read as a oneshot, or a sequel for "Rooftops"
See my other fics for the 100 Super Junior Fic Challenge
“Honey! I’m going to the grocery! Will be back in an hour!”
“Okay! See you!” Hangeng yelled from the kitchen as he heard the slam of the front door.
He took off his mittens and sighed in satisfaction. There was a cracking of knee caps as he squat down to peek at the batch of cookies in the oven. Tapping the glass with his fingers, he turned to check the clock. He had about 30 minutes to wait.
Grabbing an apple, he made his way to the living room and plopped down on the sofa. The TV switched on with a press of his finger while he munched on the apple. He sat there, not caring which channel he was watching, and stared at nothing in particular. He heard the ticking of the clock and the quiet, muffled sounds from the TV. For once in a long time, he hadn’t felt this peaceful, this relaxed. He didn’t know why. Wasn’t he living a great life right now?
He started when the news reporter on the screen broadcasted the news of the upcoming Super Show 4. He smiled as he saw the members on TV, missing the times he had spent with all of them once. But no, he didn’t regret leaving them, although he did miss Heechul once in a while.
The camera zoomed in on each of the members, Leeteuk still acting all leader-like, Kyuhyun standing straight and taking a break from him evil maknae role, Siwon (Hangeng snorted) being all gentlemanly, Ryeowook smiling happily, Yesung grinning and waving with his small hands, Shindong with a goofy smile, and Eunhyuk giggling and playing around with Donghae. But the last person in line caught Hangeng’s attention. Biting his lip, he stared in concern at the member, who looked sickly with his face pale and with dark shadows under his eyes.
The news report about Super Junior ended and the reporter started talking about a bank robbery. Hangeng sat there, uneasiness bubbling up in him as he decided on what to do.
The next thing he knew, he was dialing a phone number he had memorized a long time ago into his cellphone. The phone dialed once, twice. Unknowingly, his heart was thumping hard inside his chest; for some reason, he felt like hanging up.
The dialing stopped and the voice mail came on. He let out a long exhalation of air. Was he relieved? No, another vague part of him wished desperately for the other to pick up. He hurriedly pressed the call button again. Again the dials echoed in his ears. Hangeng didn’t know if he was trembling in anticipation or nervousness.
Deep in his thoughts, he started when a soft voice came through the speaker. “Hello?”
Hangeng’s mind went blank. He couldn’t get himself to make a sound until the person on the other end spoke again. “Hello? Anyone there?”
“Oh, um, uh….” Hangeng managed to croak out after smacking himself on the head with the nearest object. “Hey, it’s been a long time.”
“May I ask who this is?” The voice asked, a little impatient in its tone.
“Yah, you don’t remember your hyung’s voice anymore?” Hangeng laughed nervously as he rubbed furiously on the spot where he had used a lamp and practically made a dent in his own head.
There was silence for a few seconds until the voice incredulously gasped, “Hankyu- ah no, Hangeng hyung?!”
“It’s been a while Sungmin.” A smile crept up his face. “How are you?”
There was a pause. “I-uh-not bad I guess.”
Hangeng rolled his eyes. “You’re lying again. You know that I can always sense when you’re hiding something. Spit it out.”
“No, it’s nothing really.”
“Really? Then may I ask why do you look so awful on TV?”
He heard a sharp intake of breath. “Oh, hyung, you saw us?”
“Of course, couldn’t miss it right?”
There was a dry laugh. “Mm.”
A loud ding interrupted them. “Oh, that must be my cookies,” Hangeng stated before walking towards the kitchen.
“Oh, hyung, you bake cookies? I never knew.” Hangeng could almost visualize Sungmin raising an eyebrow.
“I suddenly got an inspiration this morning. It just popped into my head.” Hangeng chuckled while taking the tray of freshly baked chocolate cookies out of the oven. “Don’t change the subject. You still owe me an explanation.”
Sungmin let out an irritated sigh. “I told you, it’s nothing hyung. Just really busy with preparations, promotions and everything.”
“Hm. Not entirely convinced.”
“Hyung, stop pestering me,” the voice whined.
Hangeng laughed. “Alright, I’ll let you go this time.” It was then he realized that he was grinning from ear to ear. Somehow his heart felt lighter and the bruise on his head felt less painful.
“I miss all of you guys.” He suddenly confessed. “And Super Junior-M. And you too.”
“Me too,” Sungmin murmured. Then he hurriedly added, “I mean Super Junior-M.”
Hangeng found himself chuckling again. “What’s wrong in missing your hyung, huh?”
“I-uh-nevermind,” the voice at the other end stuttered. “By the way, how’s Jane?”
Hangeng’s smile faltered. “Ah, Jane,” He spoke hesitantly, “She’s fine.”
“It’s been almost a year right?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“I’m glad.”
“Thank you.”
An awkward silence settled between them until the voice spoke again, softer than before.
“Um, I gotta go hyung, the others are calling me.”
Hangeng stiffened. “Can’t you stay a bit longer?”
“No, I’m sorry.” The voice quivered.
A sharp pang of disappointment struck at Hangeng’s heart. “Really?”
“Yes, really, bye hyung.”
Hangeng didn’t get a chance to say goodbye before the call ended with a click. He lowered his cellphone down slowly and sighed. He felt reluctant to end the call, the only connection he had to his previous life. A connection he had with someone that was part of his family.
Hangeng leaned on the wall, resting his head on the smooth surface. The feeling gnawed on his insides, making it more unbearable by the second. He stared at the batch of cookies that had cooled off for a while already. He wanted to hear that voice again, to know why the other was so miserable, and it pained him.
Hangeng ran his hands through his hair. He knew it was wrong, how the feelings that he had buried deep under were seeping out again. Memories of a dazzling smile flashed through his mind, followed by a tinkling laugh. He growled in frustration and shook his head. But they wouldn’t stop. Gusts of what he had tried to push away came escaping out from the weak barrier in his mind. A pair of shining eyes, pouty lips, then a melodious voice that once warmed his heart. No, not once, but still even now. And how he wished to hear it again.
Hangeng stumbled back to the sofa and sat down heavily. He clutched at his shirt, trying to remove the insufferable mix of pain and longing from his chest. But it stayed, digging deeper and deeper. He sunk a fist into the soft material of his seat as his sight blurred.
There was a click from the front door. Hangeng jumped and hurriedly wiped his eyes dry with his sleeves.
“I’m baaaaaaaack! Nothing bad happened when I was away?”
Hangeng forced a smile on his face as he turned to face the person. “Of course not, Jane.”
“You feeling ok?” Jane worriedly walked over to him and cupped his face in her hands. “What’s wrong?”
I told you, it’s nothing hyung.
“It’s nothing,” He replied, holding her wrists and putting her hands down. The pain inside was getting unendurable.
She smiled. He heard her say Alright then. I love you. before placing a kiss on his cheek and walking off. Hangeng stared at her retreating form until his eyes fell on a beautifully ornate gold picture frame. He picked it up slowly and was met with a smiling couple, hand in hand, confetti floating around them as they walked out of a church. The bride was in a magnificent white dress, clutching happily at the arm of the groom, who looked equally thrilled.
Hangeng thought about everything that had happened before that. He remembered how he met Jane from the introduction of his parents on a blind date. That was the beginning of everything, the start of his love life. But was it love? Or was he just trying to meet the expectations of his family?
He blindly stumbled into his room, no, their bedroom, and fell onto the bed. The moon shined brightly through the windows, the clear sky revealing many stars in the night. Was it his own fault that he was this miserable? Was everything because of a wrong choice? Tears streamed down his moon-lit face as he gazed at the brightest star he could see, and wondered if the person he ached for was sharing the same sight in the dark sky.