[SJ]The untold story
Title: The untold story
Author: winters18
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: PG
Pairing: HanChul
Disclaimer: I’m deprived of a lot of things and that includes SJ.
Summary: It was him. - The reason behind Heechul's tears in SS II. Inspired by this.
Warning: Drabble. Unbetaed but should mostly be correct in grammar and spelling.
A/N:
When I had first seen the pictures of Heechul crying, I thought WTH. Then I saw the video and before I knew, I was typing away which I hadn't done for a long time. Hope you enjoy.
:::::The untold story by DiePi:::::
It was him.
The stage lights threatened to blind him, turning the sticky sweats into steamy heat trapped under the black hooded cape, the screaming of the fans made his ears ring, the soft melody of Shining Star reminding him of where he was and what he should be doing, but sitting there, on the blue stool, on the stage that he had wanted to be on so much, it was taking all of Heechul to simply sit there and breathe through the sobs wrecking him.
Now he knew why his heart had been beating erratically even before going onto the stage. It had known, long before Heechul saw the physical evidence, of the sweet yet strong presence it had yearned for, in the same space as him, watching him with glistening eyes hidden beneath the cap pressed low over the short black hair. A black mask covered the lower half of the face and silently standing at the awkward space between the fans and the camera staff, he blended into the darkness, but Heechul knew; his pounding heart knew to whom those jet-black eyes, brimming with heartbreaking mixture of sorrow and happiness, belonged.
It did not matter to him how the Chinese had got in, why he had not come to the backstage, when he himself had turned logical enough not to jump down from the stage there and then. Tiniest of a nod carried so many words that the other could not say; I’m here, I’m watching you, keep going, you’re doing well, I miss you, I love you.
Then the interlude came, ‘I love you’ from the members common and ordinary yet sincere, and he lowered his head, desperately trying to control the floodgate, trying to catch his breath, and trying to smile, because god knows when they had last seen each other and only the damn god knew when the next chance would be. Sniffing and sobbing, he inhaled deeply then blew all the air out with a small cough. The feeling of the arms that used to hold him steady was phantom-like but that was enough.
He looked up; he was ready. The hair tucked behind his ear so that the Chinese could see all of his face, his cheeks wet but that could pass as sweat, and now, he just needed to curl up his-
The screaming and the music abruptly turned silent as if someone had pulled the plug out and the time slowed down. Slowly, the hand that had been shoved in the padded jumper came out and rose up, the fingers curling over the mask. And even before Heechul could frown at the hollowed cheeks and the pale lips, the lips moved, then the mask was back on, and after a blink, all Heechul saw was the back of the jumper that he had bought him disappearing from the crowd.
Suddenly, everything fast-forwarded, the eardrums nearly exploded in the crushing volume back on without a warning, and when his tear-stained mind had taken in the three letters the chapped lips had made, he lost control and cried.
‘Saranghae.’
The music ended. The fans screamed his name. The staff was busy preparing the next stage. The members looked at him with worries.
He had never been in such a hurry to get down from the stage.
Author: winters18
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: PG
Pairing: HanChul
Disclaimer: I’m deprived of a lot of things and that includes SJ.
Summary: It was him. - The reason behind Heechul's tears in SS II. Inspired by this.
Warning: Drabble. Unbetaed but should mostly be correct in grammar and spelling.
A/N:
When I had first seen the pictures of Heechul crying, I thought WTH. Then I saw the video and before I knew, I was typing away which I hadn't done for a long time. Hope you enjoy.
:::::The untold story by DiePi:::::
It was him.
The stage lights threatened to blind him, turning the sticky sweats into steamy heat trapped under the black hooded cape, the screaming of the fans made his ears ring, the soft melody of Shining Star reminding him of where he was and what he should be doing, but sitting there, on the blue stool, on the stage that he had wanted to be on so much, it was taking all of Heechul to simply sit there and breathe through the sobs wrecking him.
Now he knew why his heart had been beating erratically even before going onto the stage. It had known, long before Heechul saw the physical evidence, of the sweet yet strong presence it had yearned for, in the same space as him, watching him with glistening eyes hidden beneath the cap pressed low over the short black hair. A black mask covered the lower half of the face and silently standing at the awkward space between the fans and the camera staff, he blended into the darkness, but Heechul knew; his pounding heart knew to whom those jet-black eyes, brimming with heartbreaking mixture of sorrow and happiness, belonged.
It did not matter to him how the Chinese had got in, why he had not come to the backstage, when he himself had turned logical enough not to jump down from the stage there and then. Tiniest of a nod carried so many words that the other could not say; I’m here, I’m watching you, keep going, you’re doing well, I miss you, I love you.
Then the interlude came, ‘I love you’ from the members common and ordinary yet sincere, and he lowered his head, desperately trying to control the floodgate, trying to catch his breath, and trying to smile, because god knows when they had last seen each other and only the damn god knew when the next chance would be. Sniffing and sobbing, he inhaled deeply then blew all the air out with a small cough. The feeling of the arms that used to hold him steady was phantom-like but that was enough.
He looked up; he was ready. The hair tucked behind his ear so that the Chinese could see all of his face, his cheeks wet but that could pass as sweat, and now, he just needed to curl up his-
The screaming and the music abruptly turned silent as if someone had pulled the plug out and the time slowed down. Slowly, the hand that had been shoved in the padded jumper came out and rose up, the fingers curling over the mask. And even before Heechul could frown at the hollowed cheeks and the pale lips, the lips moved, then the mask was back on, and after a blink, all Heechul saw was the back of the jumper that he had bought him disappearing from the crowd.
Suddenly, everything fast-forwarded, the eardrums nearly exploded in the crushing volume back on without a warning, and when his tear-stained mind had taken in the three letters the chapped lips had made, he lost control and cried.
‘Saranghae.’
The music ended. The fans screamed his name. The staff was busy preparing the next stage. The members looked at him with worries.
He had never been in such a hurry to get down from the stage.