We dance to the invisible music
We dance to the invisible musicdisclaimer: i do not own any character in the story, other than the plot.
Chinese translations(You'll probably need it, unless you are either Chinese or too lazy like me to understand it)
以前(yiqian)- before, the past
快进(kuaijin)- fast forward
开始(Kaishi)-the beginning
妈妈（mama)- mom
Youtiao(油)- it's a kind of Chinese snack that Chinese people like to eat with soy milk as breakfast. It basically fried dough. The breakfast combo used to be fairly cheap, I don't know how expensive they are right now though
<<以前
A flash of silver, a screeching sound. The sound of bones breaking, glass cracking. The crackle of fire roaring, and the sound of sirens like a bad singer on a roll.
>>快进
The first time happened two months back into school. He was reading the textbook, the professor rambling in the background. And then his ears started ringing, the words blurred together until it's all white, running off the page. He blinked furiously, trying to get rid of the sudden headache. He gave an excuse of a bad stomach ache, and stumbled to the washroom blindly.
It passed, and he gave it no mind.
The second time, he was giving his acceptance speech upon graduation from one of Korea's most prestigious university. At first he thought it was just the microphone malfunctioning, so he stopped. But his teachers and everyone looked at him strangely, his teacher waving furiously for him to continue. The ringing continued until he couldn't stand it anymore.
He cut his speech short, bowed hastily, and stepped not so calmly off the stage. He feel like his head is being split open and buried alive at the same time.
Once he shown himself around the curtain, the people surged around him, the out stretched hands of congratulations like rose vines that threatens to choke him in all his graduating glory.
He smiles at them calmly, accepting their wishes in stride. He takes pride in the fact that his smile never wavered in the loud waves of boiling pain.
The world suddenly tilted, and his vision went blank. His last memory before he fainted was the sound of some one calling the ambulance, her shaky voice still loud enough for him. It sounds like an angel.
He awoke to the beeping of machines, just like almost a year ago.
There was a sound of someone talking in a nervous voice, and then footsteps that showed themself into his blurry vision. A tear drop leaked out of his left eye. He blinked furiously, and the face gradually cleared. "Ah, Hankyung-ssi. Are you feeling fine?" The doctor asked kindly.
Hankyung opened his mouth, but only a croak came out. He sounds like a frog. "Water please."
The doctors eyes widened comically. "I'm so sorry, Hankyung-ssi! I forgot!" The doctor cried out. A hand reached into his vision, carrying a little paper, cylindrical cup, filled to the brim with cool water.
He drank it greedily, as fast as he could with the aid of the doctor. He coughed twice and the doctor patted his hand. "Just keep on coughing, Hankyung-ssi. It's fine. It's a natural reaction."
Once he had calmed down, he noticed all the present from the people that the doctor is chasing out. There is still quite a large amount of flowers and chocolates sitting in the room. "Did you have a accident half a year ago, Hankyung-ssi?" The doctor asked slowly, looking up from the checklist.
He nodded, and they went down the list slowly. The doctor was very patient, adjusting the information on the clipboard once or twice.
He went to retrieve his medication later, and blinked at it in confusion, the medical vocabulary confusing his sleepy mind.
>>开始
Three years later of the constant ringing, he has a stable income as a dance instructor for all genre, having opened a studio with the help of his friends. Donghae and Hyukjae were very helpful, occasionally taking over a few classes for him. They were helpful and close most of the times, but he is trying not to strangle them to death right now.
The place smells like and drinks and people screaming and loud discos spinning, unlike the calm atmosphere that he teaches his student in. The bartender smiles at him in empathy as he mixes the drink. He is content just to sit here and watch the people grind themselves on each other, sweat and drinks mixing together.
There's probably a whole lot of rich businessmen and proper students in big universities here, trying to stave off the frustration of studying and business partners. He sighed. There's nothing for him here. He pushes through the crowd, trying to find Donghae and Hyukjae in the mass amount of people seemingly determined to block him.
He gave up soon, after nearly being pushed over by a burly man in his forties. He decided to just go home by himself, instructing the bartender to tell his two friends. He hope the bartender will help him, just this once.
The night air of Seoul never felt better. The fresh and cold air is a stark contrast to the club's sweaty smell, the neon signs of clubs and restaurants flashing in the spring showers. He stuffed his hands inside his jeans, and proceeded home. He should have brought an umbrella.
The alleyways feels safer than it actually is. At least there's nothing judging him here. He slid down the walls painfully, his ribs throbbing with pain. He his busted lips, and pouted at the harsh, iron scent. They ruined his face, damn it!
A furry little thing, rubbed again his thigh, meowing softly. Heechul blinked at the little thing. It looks like Heebum, he thought.
He cooed at it softly, coaxing it to climb up. The little kitten fumbled up to his chest, and he gripped it gently. "Aww.... Where did you come from, baby?" He tickled the cat gently, and it scrunched its face up. It suddenly jumped away from his finger, and limped over to the little cardboard box, hidden behind the garbage dump.
He could faintly hear more weak meows, and the biggest tabby peeked out, and growled at him bravely. He waved his hand non threateningly, dangling a crushed cookie pack in front of him. The previous kitten walked back bravely, and sniffed the package curiously. He drew back his hand slowly, and tear the plastic bag open.
It's his last, but he'll just have to deal with it. He can merely steal more, they can't.
A piece tumbled out of the bag, and landed at the tabby's paws. It it cautiously, before devouring it hungrily. He dumped the rest onto his hand, and spilled it in front of the cardboard box. Two more kits paddled out slowly, encouraged by their parent's trust in the human.
He suddenly felt woozy, and sat back down heavily. He could faintly register a stranger's voice calling to him, and a hand waving in front of his face. And then he could hear no more.
Hankyung was just passing through the alleyway he always takes when he say the pretty person kneeling near the dumpster, and two cats eating something from her hand. He waited for a few moments, and started walking slower than before.
She suddenly sat down heavily against the wall, and two more kittens showed themselves, her urgently.
The tabby growled at him when he walked near them. He feels really confused. When did it ever voluntarily approach a human...?
He walked closer carefully, and cooed softly at them. They seem to relax just ever so slightly. He called out the the lady softly. "Noona? Are you okay?" He waved a hand in front of her face carefully, judging if she will suddenly spring up and kick him in...there like his ex.
He suddenly notices the black eyes and busted lips, and noticed that she is holding her ribs, as if injured.
His hero complex showing, he gathered her and the kittens home and tended to them.
It was only later that he realized it's a guy.
When he woke up, he got a face full of fur and a stranger's face. He pulled back as if burned. "Where am I?" He demanded.
The man showed his hands as a sign of surrender. "Woah...calm down." He soothed him softly. The tabby meowed in agreement. He glared at it in frustration. You were supposed to be on my side, cat! His eyes seems to say.
The kitten seemingly rolled his eyes, and paddled away to a corner where he lapped up his food with all the others. He glared at the stranger suspiciously. "Why am I at your house?"
He stranger stuck out his hand. "I am Hangeng, nice to meet you." He said smoothly.
Heechul rolled his eyes. "Not that you're not pretty, china boy, but am quite curious why I am in your house."
Hangeng eyes twinkled, his eyes shooting to the bandages covering his chest. "I'm sure you know."
There's a stabbing pain in his heart that has nothing to do with the fractured ribs. "...thanks." He finally muttered, avoiding the stranger's gaze. No one have helped him before.
Hangeng clapped his hand once. "Great, now that we are acquainted with each other, I'm offering you a job since you don't have anywhere else to stay, okay?" He said brightly.
Heechul stared at him in wonder. "When did I say i don't have a house?" He finally snapped.
Hangeng blinked at him. "Then why do you have a ripped duffel bag with you?" He pointed out. Remembering his prized, only precious belonging, he scrambled to it like the kittens he rescued earlier.
Seeing none are destroyed, he heaved a relieved breath. "See? I have a guest room upstairs. There's extra pairs of toothbrush on the second cabinet to the left and towels. Just use that." Hangeng said gently. He left him alone then, to his own thought.
Seems like he'll just have to stick with this guy for now, until he could escape. No one would help people like him for long. They'll be abandoned sooner or later.
The children are annoying, Heechul concluded after two weeks. He doesn't understand why Hankyung like them so much. All they do is scream and shout and the older girl teens flirt on their phone or with Hankyung.
He can't stand it.
Hankyung ran his hand under the tap, the cool water soothing his sweaty hands from the classes earlier. He patted his face softly, staring at the face in the mirror. In a year, there will be nothing. Everything would be a mush of colors, all clashed together with no edges. There won't be any faces, or any bodies to admire. Everything will be blank.
He scrubbed furiously, all the sweat running into the sewer. He dried himself, and made himself presentable. The hand dryer quit the whirling, and he fastened his pace back to the studio when the ringing suddenly exploded in volume.
He stumbled, and held onto the closest surface, which is the wall. He hangs onto it desperately as the ringing increased, and everything turned blurry. He can't miss the next class, damn it! Heechul's gonna kill the kids. He covers his mouth with his hand, hoping to muffle any pained sounds escaping him.
He struggles up slowly, waiting for the imbalance to pass. He feels along the wall slowly, his hand clenching and loosening repeatedly. "Sunsangnim?"
His head snapped into the direction the voice is from. "Jo...jongin?" He called out hesitantly.
A rush of feet approach him, and small arms circled around his left arm. "Should I call Jae-hyung, sunsangnim?" The child asked worryingly.
Hankyung shook his head slowly, the mere motion dizzying him further. He stumbled again, bit caught himself before he collapsed on the child. "It's fine, it's passing already." It actually is. Jongin's worried face became clearer and sharper.
Nevertheless, Jongin accompanied him back to the studio, where the student's chatter seem to cease immediately.
Hankyung threw an amused look at the frustrated looking Heechul in the corner, the feminine man glaring at everyone.
He clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. "Okay class, we are going to continue where we left off. " he snapped his fingers as he remembered something. "Ah right. Sign up for the competition at KArts starts tomorrow. It'll be fun, I promise. " he grinned at his students brightly.
Heechul rolled his eyes.
His phone rang as he lay in his bed, thinking about the performance in a month's time. He glanced at the caller ID, and picked it up with a sigh. "Yes, 妈妈？" he said tiredly.
"你咋还不回来?" His mother demanded. "玩儿够了没?" (Why aren't you coming back? You still haven't enough fun yet?)
He rolled his eyes tiredly. "妈，我在这儿很好。挣钱也多，好要咋地?" ( Mom, I'm fine here. I earn a lot of money already, what else do you want?
He can practically hear steam coming out of her ears. "韩庚，你—" (Hangeng, you—)
He sighed into the phone. "Mom, I'm hanging up." He announced in Korean.
"眼睛现在还好吗?" His mother asked suddenly. (How are your eyes?)
He clicked hangup without a thought.
He stared at the ceiling heavily, thinking about the ruined relationship he has with his family back in China.
Heechul scratches the furry head beside him, staring up at the ceiling in thought. He has taken to name them, and they responded as if he doesn't know them. He huffed. Ungrateful little creatures!
And he's gaining an attachment with the other man he lives with. It's already been almost a month, Hankyung should probably start to despise him, now that all he does is no help on the classes.
He closes his eyes in despair. What will he do though? Making up his mind, he went to sleep.
But I'll miss the fried rice he makes though. He thought unhappily.
"Where are you going?"
Heechul froze as the voice called out to him. The duffel bag from before slung over his shoulders, he had just stepped out of the door.
He turned to stare back at Hankyung. "Out." He replied stiffly.
Hankyung smiled, and then turned back, disappearing behind the curtain. "Wait." He called out. Heechul rolled his eyes, but grew curious as he reappeared, a hand stuffed in a bulgy pocket.
"Let's go eat youtiao. There's a little stand near my house." Hankyung offered.
Heechul stared at the man in front of him. "You should have something to stuff your stomach anyways. It's twelve already." Hankyung explained.
He shouldn't. He shouldn't become more attached to this man that help him and the kittens a month ago just because he felt like it.
He said yes anyways.
The stand is a cute little thing owned by an old Chinese couple. As it's not so early in the morning anymore, there are not as much costumers. They found a seat close to them, and Hankyung started chatting rapidly with the old people. Heechul merely stared in wonder.
There chatting quickly lure Heechul in a sense of safety, until he realized that somehow the conversation topic has been to him. He snapped to attention immediately, and the lady spared a look to him. She smiled at him kindly, not a single sense of distaste of the boy with piercings and pink hair.
The breakfast soon turned into a game of poker, and more people joined in. It was only until three, when they were walking home that he realized he never had a chance to run away.
One late breakfast at the stand quickly turned into two, and then three, and then he has been going there for a month already.
This time, it was Heechul that offered to take Hankyung out to eat.
There's a tornado going on in Hankyung stomach as they take the public transit to go to the restaurant Heechul chose.
It's a small but grand western-styled place, the dim lighting threatening to make people fall asleep. Once they entered, it seems that they have entered another world all together. The people there are well dressed, talking amongst them in a quiet voice.
Hankyung felt oddly displaced, and he gripped onto Heechul tightly. "How much did you pay for this place?" He whispered quietly.
Heechul smirked down at him. "You don't need to know." He announced grandly as the pretty waitress led them to a private booth.
She waited patiently as the two fumbled over the fancy dish names, until they finally decided on whatever looked good. She bowed politely after they finished ordering, the high heels clicking on the wooden floor.
They sat in silence. "Did you have any idea what you ordered?" Hankyung asked.
He shook his head proudly. "Nope!" He popped the word cheerfully.
The food arrived with a flourish, but they dug in like ina normal restaurant.
"This place is making me stuffy." Heechul announced when they finished the dessert.
Hankyung rolled his eyes. "Then why did you choose it?"
"Cuz I liked it." He pouted petulantly.
Heechul sighed, and decided to pay the bill. They collected their belongings, and walked out of the restaurant proudly. It was decided that they would never go to a restaurant like this ever again.
The way home was ride in silence, the other passengers on the bus chatting loudly. Heechul had gotten almost drunk at the bar they went to later. They did serve quite good martinis. However, Hankyung was forced to endure forty minutes of Heechul talking gibberish about dinosaur brains and loud exclamations of love.
The ringing noises started agin, but he did his best to ignore it. He gritted his teeth, and waited stiffly as Heechul took off his shoes and jacket.
It almost made him fall in shock when Heechul gave a small peck on his lips. He blinked at him stupidly, wondering what it was about. Heechul merely giggled lightly, and ran off to find his precious kittens.
Hankyung pities them. He really does, now that they have to listen to a whole night of non sense human talk.
The next morning came with a pounding headache for Heechul and the cats. He faintly remember something about a kiss and bad posh restaurants. He widened his eyes. Oh ... He kissed Hankyung last night. He feels his heartbeat speeding up in panic, the breaths becoming labored.
He took a few deep breaths, finding relief in the smooth breaths. He padded to the kitchen with a groan, seeing Hankyung perfectly fine with no headache in sight. "Why don't you have a hangover?" He complained loudly.
Hankyung didn't spare him a glance. "Advil's in the cupboard on the bottom left. There's some porridge in the microwave." He said distractedly.
Heechul huffed as he sat down heavily across him. "Aren't you gonna ask me about last night?"
Hankyung looked up briefly from the stack of money. "Huh?"
Heechul sighed in exasperation. "You know... When I kissed you cuz I was drunk?"
Hankyung blinked again. "Oh. That."
Heechul feels amazed that there wasn't even a large reaction. "So... Did you mind it?" He asked awkwardly.
"No."
"Then can I do it again?"
Without looking up, Hankyung replied. "Yes." Then he rose his head lightning fast. He was amazed it didn't give him a whiplash. "Wait—"
But Heechul has already leaned over, a hand gripping the back of his neck, and pressed a hard kiss, lingering after a longer time. He sat back, a smirk on his face.
Hankyung just stared at him, the fire from the kiss still not faded away. "Oh." He replied eloquently.
He went through all the points of why they shouldn't do this, but none of them quelled the urge to kiss him again.
And so he did just that.
Nothing much changed from their daily life, just that there are stolen kisses from here and now. None of them have much experience, but they just went along with the flow of things.
And Heechul found him when he was having one of his attacks.
Hankyung was just cleaning up everything that Siwon left from his visit until spots appeared in his vision, and the ringing was ten fold louder than the other time.
He felt like fire was burning through him inside out, his innards ripping into pieces. He staggered, and a cup shattered in his hand. His hand found the refrigerator blindly, and grabbed onto it for dear life. He slid down to the ground softly, the glass ripping into his hand.
He was just thankful that Heechul went out to get groceries, so he doesn't have to witness this. He clenched his teeth and pressed his eyes shut, not wanting to see what the faded vision has in store for him. It's just all blurred lines.
"Hankyung?" The voice sounds panicked, he noticed.
"H-heechul?" He called out brokenly, turning his head wildly to find the direction of the voice.
"Oh , Hankyung..." Heechul waved his hand in front of his face, trying to get any reactions from his boyfriend. However, the out focused pupils didn't move, just spun confusingly for a few second. ", can you see me?"
Hankyung blinked furiously, and the world is still blurred. "No... Where are you, Heechul?"
Heechul cursed again, and put one hand under his arm, and dragged him up. Hankyung stumbled out, leaning of him heavily. ", let's get you to bed..." He muttered, the groceries already abandoned.
"It's just temporary..." Hankyung murmured dizzily, and collapsed onto his bed.
The phone had to ring at this moment. "Hello, we are from Karts, can we please speak to Hankyung-sshi, please?" The male voice said automatically on the line when Heechul picked it up.
Heechul paused before answering the question. "... I apologize, Hankyung is not available right now. May we call you back tomorrow?" He replied stiffly, eyes trained on the still figure on the bed.
The guy paused. "Yes. We will anticipate Hankyung-ssi's participation in the dance competition." The line clicked off with a ding.
"Damn... The competition..." Hankyung murmured. The competition is this weekend, just three days away.
Heechul rolled his eyes. " for the competition, then. You really need to rest." He sat down beside him, and tucked the cover up to his chest. "...why did you never tell me?" He asked hesitantly.
"Duibuqi..." He murmured weakly.
Heechul has learned enough Chinese from him to know it means sorry. So he just sighed, and slipped into bed with him. "Sleep."
The competition starts in three minutes. More precisely, Hankyung's performance starts in ten minutes. They are the second group up.
Heechul waited in the backstage nervously, occasionally fixing a dancer's cloths and makeup. Donghae and Hyukjae are making stupid jokes in the back, making everyone laugh, and Hankyung just waited there patiently, running through the choreography one more time with this other kid called Taemin or something.
He suddenly catches Hankyung stumbling, seemingly tripped over nothing.
Heechul made his way over to the dancer, his eyes furrowed in worry. He sat down in his lap directly, and pecked him on the cheek, drawing a few odd looks from the coordinators near them. "Are you okay?" He whispered into the kiss.
Hankyung nodded softly. "I will be fine. We'll win this for sure." His eyes slid out of focus for a moment, before returning to normal.
The first group had finished, and they could hear the student MC over the approved roar of the crowd. "Next, we would like to welcome a graduate from this school, SJHankyung!"
"Hwaiting, Hankyung." Heechul murmured as he, Donghae, Eunhyuk, Taemin and Kai got into position. Taemin gave Jongin another hug before they stood on the raising platform.
Hankyung feels the most alive when he's on stage and/or with Heechul. The flashy costumes makes him feels better, when the audiences are just focused on him and four other people.
He dances with all the power in his souls, sweat beads forming on his forehead. He ignored the ringing and everything else, just the fact that he is in sync with his fellow performers and dancing to his best.
The performance ended earlier than expected, and his group bow down deeply to the audiences.
They returned to the backstage, and Hankyung paused in his tracks. "妈." he said flatly. (Mom.)
She smiled at him tensely. "小庚."(Kyunggie)
Heechul watches with understanding from his position behind Hankyung. "你爸在观众里." (Your dad's in the audiences.
"妈，你来这儿干啥？什么时候又开始想我了?" Hankyug fired back sharply. His mom drew away as if shot. There's a sliver of guilt in Hankyung's eyes. (Mom, what are you doing here? When did you start thinking about me again?)
"我。。之是想看你表演而已。。。" his mom murmured guiltily. (I..just want to see your performance...)
Hankyung sighed. "公司又不管啦?" He asked bitterly. (So you don't have to take care of the company anymore?)
His mom spared a glance at the protective hand Heechul has on Hankyung. "找到。。。对象啦?" She asked hesitantly. (You found a...lover?)
Heechul smirked at the lady. "Yep. He's my boyfriend." He said proudly, not caring in a bit that his mom's eyes widened in shock, a carefully manicured hand covered . Hankyung looked at him disapprovingly. "Mother, you should go back to father. He is probably looking for you." He said flatly.
Hankyung fixed a disapproving stare on Heechul when she walked away after a shallow bow. He put his hands up in surrender. "Sorry, sorry. But seriously, that was your mom?"He asked incredulously.
Hankyung sighed, and fixed Heechul's collar. "Yes, she is. And you should probably not talk to him that way. She's gonna—" he broke off with a gasp, and tumbled into Heechul's arms.
Hankyung could feel the splitting headache, this time his vision blurred without the ringing. The colors melted into one blob, with no distinct edges. " , damn it, this is not happening now..." He murmured desperately.
He could faintly feel himself being dragged away from the crowds, and the noises gradually dying down until there are only five distinct voices. "Hankyung? Can you see my hand?" Donghae's voice sounded next to his ear.
He nodded slowly as the blurry shape of a hand appeared in his view. "So how many fingers are my holding up?"
He squinted, but the blob turned to nothing. He shook his head desperately. "I...can't see anything..." He said quietly. He could faintly hear the two kids being escorted away by Hyukjae, and he suddenly started hyperventilating. His breath turned labored, and his chest constricted in pain.
He could hear his hearbeats speeding up, and he gripped his chest painfully. "Damn it... Calm down, man." He could hear Donghae's plea and his hands over him, trying to loosen the tight clothing around his neck. It gradually began to pass, and the white dots stopped dancing. However, he still couldn't see anything. "Damn it!" He snarled angrily. " this!"
Heechul's grip on his shoulder's tightened. "Calm down, Hankyung. We'll figure something out okay? There's still at least an hour left before the award ceremomy." However, anyone can here the undwrlying tension in him, but they didn't bring it up.
Hyukjae came back with something in his hand. He pressed one into Hankyung's hand, and closed the fingers around it. "This is a walkie talkie okay? Heechul will tell you how many steps to take and stand where, kay?" Hyukjae's voice sounds soothing, and Hankyung traced a finger over it, memorising the shape. "Let's just see if it'll pass in an hour..." He muttered, praying desperately.
The hour passed faster than they all expect it, and soon they were being called up on stage. Heechul stood just beside the stage, and old black baseball cap covering the action he is making with the walkie-talkie.
It's crowded on stage, all the performers standing in a row, waiting for the top five to be announced.
There was the countdown on stage, and Hankyung's figure wavered. Heechul looks ready to bolt up on stage.
Finally, confetti ran down as he announces the winners. Heechul takes no heed of the other, except when he heard Hankyung's name. "... And finally, at second place, Hankyung, Donghae, Eunhyuk, Taemin and Kai. At first place, we welcome..." This time they all saw Hankyung's figure collapse on stage.
The lights dimmed immediately, as two men went up the stage and took Hankyung away. Heechul immediately abandoned his position from beside the stage, and barged through the back door until he sees Hankyung's mother beside an ambulance, twisting her hands nervously.
"Yah!" He called, a hand already on her shoulder.
She twisted back, and gave him and evil stare. "Get away from me, you filth!" She snarled. Even if it's in stilted Korean, he still understood what she said.
He blinked at her in shock. "So you don't really like guys, don't you." He mused.
"I don't like my sons with guys!" She bit back venomously.
"You really don't care about his happiness, don't you." He said incredulously.
She merely huffed, and then turned away from him, and boarded the ambulance. Heechul was left gaping like a fish.
He rushed back, gathered the others, and Hyukjae drove them to the hospital, following the ambulance all the way.
Hankyung's empty eyes stares at the ceiling. He had woken up awhile ago to the arguing of his friends. However, it had died down soon, as they were forcibly turned away from visiting him. He could hear Donghae curse from inside the room.
As he drifted back to sleep, all he could think about is that he can't dance anymore.
As Heechul sat in the stiff cold hospital chair, he couldn't help but notice the nostalgic look in Hyukjae's eyes. "What happened before?" He asked.
Hyukjae looked up. "What?"
"The thingy that caused this." Heechul explained.
Hyukjae went back to picking on the hems of his shirt. "Four years ago, we were stupid teenagers wanting to have some adventure." He began quietly. "There were way more people than the little group than the dance group hyung has now.
"We got into an accident. Hankyung was drunk, I was drunk, we were all half wasted, and then we decided to drive home. That day, only half of our group was there. There was a truck beside us. You know how our parents always tells us to never drive beside a truck? We never realized. Hankyung just got a really frustrating phone call from his parents, and he wanted to get wasted. We went to a club.
They remembered it clearly, even if the alcohol has dulled their memory and reaction. The hype from the club has loosened everyone up, and no one even reacted when Hankyung came out of the closet. They just continued to joke around, laughing loudly as Hankyung drove the in a seemingly stable manner.
The world was like a playground back then, and the highways were their slides. Hankyung hit the wheel in anger, cursing loudly when one of the cars cut in front of them. He pressed down on the gas, and their speed increased.
Hankyung steered the car to the other lane, and then beat in front of the car that has blocked their way. They didn't understand why the car had slowed down soon after.
They drove steadily, still joking around, unaware of what will happen the next second.
The truck beside they shook, and then tilted. They shouted in shock as Hankyung sped up, but they went right in front of the truck's path. He heard a sound as if fingernails are scraped against blackboard, except million times louder. He groaned in pain as they were jolted in their seat belts, and there's asound of something burning in his nostrils. ", Kyuhyun!" Hyukjae heard right before he lost consciousness.
He rubbed his temple in distress. "We almost lost Kyuhyun. But Hankyung was the driver. He felt responsible, and he payed the fine and the hospital bill and everything. But then he went almost untreated. We never realized there were so much blood on his head that it was unnatural that he's still conscious, but he only collapsed when Kyuhyun and all of us were situated properly. And then he got treated. Then we realized that something damaged the occipital lobe, and it's damaging his vision."
The next day, he woke up to the weight and smell of something in his lap. "Heechul...?" He called out hesitantly.
The person huffed. "Of course. Who else would it be?" The Chinese accent is thick in the voice.
"...You are not Heechul." He decided. "who are you?"
The person sighed. "You're right, ge. I'm Wu Fan, I'm supposed to be your cousin. My aunt called me back cuz you were of great importance or something. But Heechul's behind me! He's right here." He could hear protests being made as the chairs scraps on the ground.
"I became amazing friends with this brat here. "Heechul said dryly, his hand finding Hankyung's. He squeezed it tightly. There's a soft click of a door, and Wufan walked out.
They sat in silence for a while, just enjoying each other's presence. "Second place. Good job." Heechul said quietly, the happiness underlying his words.
Hankyung nodded, and picked at the hospital garb with his one free hand. "And your mother said you have to get a transplant in China." Heechul added hesitantly.
He tensed. "What."
"'There are a pitifully little amount of ocular donors here in Korea, and we decided to take our son back to China to receive the best treatment he could get.'" He mimicked the voice of his mother very accurately. Hankyung rolled his unseeing eyes secretly. Of course she would want to take him back to China. To get treatment for sure, but they'll probably keep him there until he can never come back.
He extended a hand slowly, trying to find the flowers in front of them. A warm hand encased his, and guided him gently. The flowers feel beautiful and fragile. Just like him, his mind supplied him. He pushed that thought away firmly, and just focused on the warmth of the hand thats traveling through him.
The door suddenly opened with a soft bang again the wall, and swung shut with a click. He feel his father's presense from his bed, and he flinched slightly as the warm hand left his.
"Come on, Hangeng." His father said gruffly. "We are leaving soon." He stared forward resolutely, determined not to look towards his father.
Heedhul's hand found its way back to him, and squeezed it gently. "Go. I'll be waiting for you here." He whispered, and rubbed his hand in Hankyung's hair.
"Be thankful, father. Heechul has persuaded me to go with you." He said flatly. But even he knew. Even if Heechul never convinced him further, he would still go. He has to, because he wants to see Heechul's face again.
>>快进
"小少爷，有人来见你了." A maid poked a head in to his room, seeing him fiddling with his phone. (Young master, there's someone here to see you.)
Without looking up, he replied. "谁呀?" (Whom?)
He maid paused before answer. "一个韩国男的." (It's a Korean guy.)
He looked up on interest. "问名字了吗?"(Did you ask his name?) His thumb paused on screen. If looked at closely, you can see the China Airline's logo on it.
"他说他叫金希澈." (He said he's Kim Heechul.) "哥，他是你男朋友吗?" (Oppa, is he your boyfriend?)
Hankyung's trying to calm his heartbeat. It has been three months since he last saw him. "If he still wants to." He murmured quietly. If he haven't found someone else yet. "让他进来吧。你先去吃点东西吧，看起来都饿坏了." (Tell him to come in. You should go eat something, you look starving.)
The maid bowed thankfully, and walked to the kitchen, not before making a face at him. Hankyung cracked a small smile at that.
The maid smiled at her little accomplishment. She has finally made her young master smile! All he did since he came here is stay in the room, and rarely even came out for family dinners.
Heechul smiled at the man playing on his phone from the door. "Ya, Hankyung. You aren't even gonna welcome me when I came here for you?" Hankyung jolted in his grand chair that made him looks like a little kid. He spun around, and stumbled onto Heechul. Hankyung smiled at him softly. "Hey."
(这不是结尾，只是一个另外的开始）
(This is not the end, it's just another beginning.
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