Title: Shattered fragments of an empty heart
Genre: Angst, Romance
Rated: PG-13
Pairing: one-sided!HeeSung [Heechul/Yesung], broken!JaySung [Trax’s Jay/Yesung], siblings!JayChul
Type: One-shot [shorter than my previous two long one-shots though]
Summary: Heechul knows it’s dangerous to fall in love and feels that he's protected from getting hurt if he doesn't love, yet he finds his heart breaking with pain again when a certain man appears at his door, tears trickling down his cheeks.
a/n: My first time writing angst here. Shorter than my previous two one-shots.
Warning: BEWARE, typed on the bus, I spell checked it on computer and there was no errors but just in case, please excuse any grammar/spelling errors.

Heechul thought he had perfected himself to be immune to the world. 

He thought he had created the best defense for himself to never get hurt by anybody, he thought he was protected by a strong unbeatable shield from the shards of love.

Heechul was a man who was intelligent for his age, and he knew better than most to fall in love. He had deemed love as a threat to his existence and happiness, he knew love guaranteed hurt, and he was unwilling to step near love.

He knew what was best for him, to look and not remember, to hear and not believe, to never love because it was human’s greatest downfall.

But on a rainy stormy night, Heechul woke up groggily to find his greatest weakness at his doorstep, and Heechul felt his perfect defense he had scrupulously build falling to shattered pieces, gazing at the man who was weeping pathetically with the heavens as Yesung fell into Heechul’s ready embrace, crying his heart out into the man’s shirt.

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“Don’t ever fall in love Sungie-ah. It hurts. It really does.” He had whispered pain-stakingly, eyes watering as he wrapped an arm around his propped up legs on the park bench, other hand holding the phone, heavy rain pelting his already drenched body. Accompanying him was only the dim light that shined from the tall lamppost, rain showering down on the man.

“Heechul, where are you!?” Yesung had screamed back and Heechul smiled. How was it that this man could tear his heart and yet make him smile?

“Heechul, I’m serious, where are you?! Don’t you dare do anything stupid! Whoever that guy was to make you like this is crazy, who wouldn’t like a guy like you!?” 

Heechul chuckled softly. His eyes glazed with hurt contrasting the ironic wry smile, as he gazed up painfully at the drops of rain falling onto his shivering figure.

“You.” He had whispered almost inaudibly, voice drowned out by the harsh tirade of the sky’s tears.

~

“I told you not to fall in love, didn’t I, Yesung? But you still did, didn’t you?”

Heechul soothed, a tinge of remorse evident in his voice as he held Yesung in his embrace, cradling the petite man who kept sobbing into his chest. 

“It hurts, Chul-ah…It really does…”

Heechul simply stared aimlessly and emptily at the wall across the room, feeling his own words play like a broken recorder stuck in his head. 

“It’s going to be okay. I’ll be there.” He whispered into the smaller man’s ear, hands wrapping around even tighter the man’s petite waist and no matter how much he tried to hold back, he felt himself nuzzling into Yesung’s hair, breathing in the sweet scent. 

Heechul let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head gently, laughing at how stupid he was. He thought he had gotten over this man, he thought he could outsmart love but love had already ran a mile past him ever since a certain Kim Jongwoon had stepped into his life.

The perfect armor Heechul thought had encased him for these 5 years just crumbled to the ground, filled with chinks he never knew about, and his dead heart revived ever so painfully as if it simply woke up from a blissful yet empty slumber. 

And Heechul found himself realizing he had been living a total lie for the past 5 years, thinking he had the world in his hands, thinking he had gotten Yesung out of his mind, thinking that he had everything under control, thinking that he was never going to get hurt again.

As he watched Yesung sleeping quietly in his embrace, sniffing every once or twice, he smiled, feeling his own tears trickle down his cheeks. “He really doesn’t know my love, he really doesn’t know.” And a part of him whispers back, “and he will never know.”

His hands trailed to gently caressing Yesung’s tear-stained cheeks, gently feeling the softness of his skin. Eyes were latched on Yesung’s innocent sleeping face, something so gorgeous that it struck Heechul in the heart so painfully, and Heechul basked in the warmth of Yesung, even if it was momentarily.

Laying the sleeping man on the couch ever so gently with a pillow propped up, Heechul stood up, eyes refusing to roam to Yesung. 

But he could never resist.

Gazing at the man who looked so peaceful, Heechul felt himself swallow as he kneeled on the couch, edging his face closer. It was sinful, it was absolutely wrong, but what could he do? 

His hands interlocked with the younger’s small ones, leaning in to press his lips on those plump ones, and Heechul never felt a more overpowering plethora of feeling suffusing his entire body. 

And as he pulled away, he gazed down at the still sleeping man, tears trickling down his face and dropping on the younger’s cheeks.

He never wanted to let go of his small hands, never wanted to stop kissing his sweet lips, but he knew it was wrong.

“I will never love like this again.” His voice cracked, laying a blanket over Yesung as he slumped himself onto the couch, allowing his tears to freely fall.

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And during the wee hours of the morning Heechul stepped onto Jay’s doorstep, sending a harsh fist to man’s perfectly shaped face.

“Ever hurt him again and you will pay an even bigger price.” He snarled and spat in the man’s face, before turning and walking off.