What Have I Done?

~Hankyung POV~

I shut the door and went back into my room, opening the package that the stylist just handed me. It was from my parents. I opened it and found a picture of when I was young. It came with a note.

See you soon!
~Mom & Dad

I smiled and touched the picture. I had to admit, I was a cute kid.

Then, out of nowhere, there was banging on my door.

“Hyung! Hyung!” I heard shouting. In Korean? How long has it been since I heard or spoke Korean? The banging then stopped, but I heard people talking to each other. I couldn’t make it out, as it was mostly muffled, so after a while of trying (and failing) to listen in, I opened the door.

“What’s going on here?” There were three guards and two guys being pinned to the wall.

“Hyung!” they both exclaimed in unison. Ok...weird...

I frowned, “Do I know you?”

“Hyung, it’s me! Kyuhyun!” he exclaimed, and I was confused, “Tell him to let go of my arm, I’ll show you!” What the hell? This kid didn’t look like Kyuhyun! His nose and cheeks were all chubby and odd but...his eyes. His eyes were like Kyuhyun-ah’s...

“Let his right arm go,” I told the guard, curious. He seemed reluctant to do so, but he listened. The guy then reached up and took some kind of stuff off his face. And, voila! It was Kyuhyun! Wait...KYUHYUN?!

“And that’s Kibum!” he exclaimed, pointing at the second guy. What. The. ?

“Hey, Hyung. Long time no see?” Kibum said, nonchalantly. I could only stare at them with wide eyes. What were they thinking?! Yes, I was happy to see them, but my worry overcame my happiness. How did they get here? What were they doing here? Do they know how much trouble they’ll be in if SM finds out that they’re here?!

“Um, can you tell them to let go now?” Kyuhyun asked, innocently. Those two idiots! I really wanna punish them and make the guards take them away...but at the same time, I want to talk to them...

“Um,” I said, coming out of my trance, “Let them go. They’re friends.” Again, the guards were hesitant, but they let them go. I went straight into my dressing room, knowing that they were following me.

“Damn that stuff was annoying,” Kibum said once we were in my dressing room. I turned and saw him taking that stuff off of his face. His nose and cheeks were red, and so were Kyuhyun’s. It looked like clay...?

“I don’t think we did it right,” Kyuhyun chuckled. How could they be so relaxed right now? Do they know how much trouble they’re in?! Kyuhyun then turned to me with a smile, but it faded as soon as he saw my face. I was pretty angry right now...

“What the are you guys doing?” I growled, wanting an answer. They both seemed surprised. Did they expect me to be happy? Well, I was happy to see them, but not under these circumstances...

“You,” I said, pointing a finger at Kibum, “Should be filming your drama now. And you should be involved in promotions for ‘No Other’. What the hell are you guys doing here?! Risking your careers and images to come to China?! And then sneaking backstage?! What is wrong with you?!”

They were both too stunned to speak.

“Well? Say something!”

“Uh,” Kyuhyun managed to spit out, “W-we came to get you, Hyung.”

I blinked, “What?”

“We came to get you,” Kibum repeated, calming down from the shock quicker than Kyuhyun, “We’re here to bring you back to Super Junior.”

...I’m sorry, what did he just say?

“Super Junior needs you, Hyung,” Kyuhyun continued, “You don’t understand. We aren’t doing too well...”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, still outraged, “You guys are doing great! How many awards have you won for ‘Bonamana’? And now you’re doing ‘No Other’? You’re first performance was last night! Why aren’t you there? And your fans love you guys-“

“That’s not the point!” Kyuhyun shouted, interrupting me. I shut up.

“Kyuhyun-ah,” Kibum muttered, trying to calm him down, but it didn’t work.

“We came all this way to see you, Hankyung,” Kyuhyun said, not even using formal language, “And all you can do is yell at us? Tell us why we shouldn’t be here and what we should be doing instead? Aren’t you happy to see us? Or do you like having your own name in the spotlight so much that you’d just throw Super Junior away?!”

“Kyuhyun!” I exclaimed. How could he say that I don’t care about Super Junior anymore?! He didn’t know anything!

“I’m right, aren’t I?” he continued ranting, “You were always overshadowed in Super Junior! Never getting the good singing parts! Being in the back more in the dances! You weren’t noticed as much as the dancers, Donghae and Eunhyuk! Or the singers, Yesung and Ryeowook! You just couldn’t handle being invisible, so you went and sued the company! All for your own selfish reasons! Well, congratulations, Hankyung! You did it! Super Junior has never been in worse shape! All because you wanted to be in the spotlight and-“

WHACK

He didn’t say anymore as I punched him across the face. He fell back on the floor with a busted lip. He wiped the blood away and I glared at him.

“Hyung,” Kibum whispered, shocked again no doubt.

“Don’t youdare tell me why I did what I did,” I growled at him, “Especially when you’re completely wrong!” I turned to Kibum.

“And why do you care about what happens to Super Junior?” I asked him, “You’re not even a part of them anymore!”

Kibum glared at me, “I’ll always be a part of Super Junior. And so will you, Hyung.” I just glared at him, not saying a word.

“You’re just like them,” Kyuhyun whispered. I broke my glaring match with Kibum to look at Kyuhyun, still sitting on the floor. His eyes were filled with sadness and loss and tears were welling up. I felt myself soften under his gaze. He looked so sad..so hopeless.

“Kyuhyun-ah,” I murmured.

“You’re just like them,” he said again, louder this time, “All you do is fight! When will it end?! When will everyone just get along again?! When will I be able to go a day without seeing a punch thrown or hearing fights?! When?!”

I couldn’t speak. What was going on?

“When will there be a day that Super Junior will be what it used to be?! What it’s supposed to be!” Everything was silent for a second, and then Kyuhyun started to stand up. I reached down to help him, but he slapped my hand away.

“Don’t touch me,” he snapped, “Kibum and I did all this just to get to you, but it was obviously a waste of time. You’re not coming back...the spotlight is just too tempting for you. Have a nice life, Hankyung-ssi.” My eyes widened as he said that and then left. He spoke to me as if I was a stranger! As if I was nobody to him! Well, I guess, after the way I just acted, I kind of was...

“Let’s go, Kibum,” he said, “There’s nothing we can do here.” Kyuhyun walked out the door, but Kibum didn’t follow him. He turned to me instead, his glare fierce.

“You know more than Kyuhyun thinks you know,” he told me, “Remember SuperJunior05. It’s worse...”

He sighed and turned to the door. He hesitated once and turned back.

“Super Junior needs us, Hyung,” he said, “I’ve already made my decision. Please, think about it. We’re in China for a few more days, but then we’re going to Canada. I hope you can make the right decision.” And with that, he walked out and shut the door behind him.

What have I done?