Title: End of Me
Chapter : [6/?]
Characters: Kyuhyun, Siwon, Heechul, Eunhyuk, Sungmin etc.
Pairings: Wonkyu, Hyukchul
Genre: AU, Angst
Word Count: 2,006
Warning: Dark imagery
Disclaimer: I own many things, but unfortunately Super Junior isn't one of them.
Choi Siwon is the brave, bright and latest addition to the staff of the small and isolated Yongshin Mental Hospital; a man of principle who holds on to what he believes and surrenders the rest to God. But the wall that he so carefully builds around himself threatens to crumble when it comes to one particular and special case; the defiant yet fragile Cho Kyuhyun.MasterlistOne-shot (linked) - Bright LightsChapter 1
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Hyukjae was still thinking of how to write the report about the ridiculous patient group session that had strayed horribly far from the usual protocol when he was suddenly slammed against the wall.
A groan emerged from his throat as the back of his head hit the hard surface. A flowery scent filled his nose. Unknowingly he had already followed the eccentric senior doctor into his office on the third floor.
“Is it that painful? Oh, I’m sorry.”
He opened his eyes at the low whisper and heavy breaths caressing his cheeks. He casted a glance down as he felt very warm suddenly, wishing his lab coat wasn’t made from such thick material. Dr Kim was staring at him through half-lidded eyes, tracing a slender finger down his cheek and then to the back of his head where it had hit the wall previously. However, it didn’t hurt anymore. What hurt was the ‘sorry’ that didn’t sound apologetic at all.
The sweat from all the dancing had stuck the shirt underneath his lab coat to his bare skin and it felt rather uncomfortable. And the fact that Dr Kim was standing in so close to him didn’t make things any easier. He swallowed and tried to steady his own breath, biting the insides of his cheek. “Dr Kim, what are you doing?” he managed to muster, fighting to find a space to place his hands and finally letting them settle on the wall behind him. The bespectacled man was now fiddling and twirling his navy blue tie gently between his slender fingers, a smile creeping at the side of his lips.
“Like I’ve said before…I’m not done with you, Hyukjae.”
Hyukjae’s hips bucked up just as he felt fingers trailing down the front of his shirt gently, slowing down and circling his skin just below the navel. He felt his own body shudder as the man leaned his face in closer, tilting his head slightly so that his mouth was just by the side of Hyukjae’s; eyes glinting mischievously behind the glasses. The breaths lingered warmly just by the side of his cheek, beckoning him to follow their rhythm alluringly. A hand clawed at his back, his lab coat balled up in the hand as the man lifted his chin up slightly; face hovering so closely yet not touching. Hyukjae squeezed his eyes close tightly.
A voice screamed inside his head, telling him to push the man off, that he was Dr Lee Hyukjae, a very hard-working psychiatrist, a good doctor. And the man whose body was practically leaning completely against his well-built yet thin frame was his colleague, his senior. He shouldn’t let it happen again, no, not after the last time. He pursed his lips and closed his eyes, gripping Heechul’s hand by the wrist firmly just before it went any further downwards.
“What’s wrong?” The voice was oddly gentle. “Are your hands hurting from the handstands just now?”
“I’m only here to explain about the incident just now, Dr Kim.”
In his head he was thinking how no one will ever know how much willpower he had to muster to execute those words. He lowered his frame slightly and stepped away swiftly from the man in front of him, trying his best to hide the fact that his hands were shaking as he placed one on the doorknob. “Heenim. I told you to call me Heenim when we’re alone.” The voice was cold as Heechul turned to face him once more; the previous smirk that had been there was replaced with a rather displeased frown.
“And I don’t want to hear your explanation now. Even Siwon-ssi is a little more amusing than you, peeled-banana head. At least he knows what he wants with that brat, Kyuhyun.” Dr Kim said coolly, staring at his hand on the doorknob as he sat down on his chair, swinging slightly behind the thick wooden desk. Hyukjae shook his head in frustration. “Don’t encourage him, Heechul. You know it never turns out good.”
“Oh, does it? And aren’t you supposed to call me Dr Kim or something?” Heechul said coolly, resting a cheek against his palm.
“You know what I’m talking about. If there is nothing else, then pardon me. It’s past my shift.” Hyukjae cleared his throat and swallowed a little louder than necessary as he turned the doorknob.
“I told you I want you in my office.”
Hyukjae stopped in his tracks and sighed, recognizing the tone of voice that the man always used when things didn’t go his way. “I think we should stop.”
Heechul narrowed his eyes at him, body arched forward in a graceful manner as he motioned to take off his lab coat; making Hyukjae swallow and look elsewhere. “We already did. You stopped it, just now. Just as I was about to fuck you in here, like before.”
Hyukjae shuddered violently as he lunged at the door and struggled to lock it. “Quit saying that! Nothing happened that day!” The man gave a scoff as he shook his head, taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose wearily.
“Why are you still in denial? No one else is around, so you can drop the act. We both knew something happened that day, right here...” Heechul drew circles on the desk with his long fingers, lips curving into a curve. “It was a mistake,” he swallowed hard; his throat felt like it had turned into sandpaper. ”Are you trying to get the both of us fired this time? Really? After transferring from the main hospital to this pathetic place? I want to keep my job, in case you don’t want yours so it’s your problem and in case you didn’t know, “he whispered hoarsely a little too fast, hands curling into tight fists.
“Is that the only reason why you stopped just now?” Heechul said quietly, to which Hyukjae bit his lip. “You’re still angry at me about that, I know. Even more after what happened that day between us, right? But you know what, so am I.” He got up from his chair slowly as Hyukjae stood rooted to his spot. “And FYI, I never forced you.”
Hyukjae said nothing for a long while, looking past Heechul and right to the wall behind him, which were decorated with a myriad of certificates and colourful thank-you cards.
“I know,” he said softly in a disgruntled voice finally.
Heechul hung his lab coat on the hanger and grabbed his suitcase, pushing his chair in. “Where are you going?” Hyukjae asked in surprise, looking at the man walk past him to the door.
“It’s past my shift too. And I don’t think I need to report to you, right? You, on the other hand, have to write me a long report about that group session just now. I want it on my desk first thing in the morning before I come in.”
Before Hyukjae could take in any of it he heard a click of the switch and the next thing he knew he was enveloped in darkness, with only a stream of light from the opened door as company. He sighed and licked his dry lips. He gave a glance at where he knew the desk was and shook his head. He needed to go home quickly and put his head under a cold shower. And then write that impossible-to-write report which he had no clue whatsoever on where to start.
A voice rang in his head as the door clicked to a close. Yeah, as if that would help.
“I think I know what to do with myself now.”
Kyuhyun tossed and turned in bed at night, the words ringing loud and clear in his head. He turned again and his eyes landed on the box of crayons on top of the pile of books on his side table. He furrowed his eyebrows and bit on his bottom lip. Something felt strangely wrong. His mind flashed back to that strange glint in that Leeteuk’s eyes. He thought of the ways of how the man always seemed so disappointed when Kyuhyun responded to him. Almost like he was expecting and hoping for someone else. Wait…someone else?
Kyuhyun bolted upright from his bed and his favourite flattened pillow fell from his arm and onto the floor but he didn’t care. He turned towards the window by the head of his bed, bended on his knees. Frantically he rubbed his eyes and focused his stare at the glass pane, which vaguely reflected none other his own tired and stricken face in the lonesome and vast darkness.
“Are you there? Hurry up, I need to talk to you,” he called out exasperatedly in a low whisper, a feeling of unease rising inside faster and faster.
He clenched his jaw as his face in the glass window begin to distort and swirl slightly like it always did before, making him feel a little nauseous. Then the face he was waiting for finally began to take shape, the distinct and familiar features finally settling down.
“What is it? I’m tired.” The voice rang softly in his ears.
Kyuhyun sighed in annoyance. “How can you be tired? You haven’t been doing anything.”
“This body is not only yours, Kyu. Please treat it kindly.” The figure shook his head disgruntledly.
“I want you to answer me truthfully. Have you been talking to someone named Leeteuk?” Kyuhyun said seriously, trying hard to blink even though his eyes had started to sting a little.
The face gave a shrug and pouted slightly, the small features rippled almost too innocently. Kyuhyun had known better than to believe that seemingly angelic face, because it almost never told the truth. He cleared his throat in a reprimanding manner, hoping for it to come across as intimidating.
“Well, he talked first. And couldn’t stop. He’s such a pitiful guy, to the point that he was so annoying.” The eyes rolled back for emphasis.
Kyuhyun gulped. What he had feared before was almost confirmed. “What did you say to him? Tell me!” His heart pounded anxiously against his chest as he gritted his teeth with worry. “Yah! Answer me!”
“If you shout at me, they’ll lock your door,” the sickly sweet voice warned in a sing-song manner.
Kyuhyun shook his head and swallowed his frustration. “Fine.” He paused to suck in some cold air, trying to steady his erratic breath. “What have you two been talking about?”
“Well, he said he didn’t want to go. He’s still so scared of the world, what a coward. He’s practically scared of everything.” The figure shook his head mockingly.
Kyuhyun swallowed. Wasn’t Leeteuk supposed to be released from the hospital tomorrow?
“W-what did you say to him then?” he asked quietly, trying to keep his voice steady as to appease the boy in the reflection for now.
The face crinkled into a yawn and then stretched. “Ah, I’m tired.” The face started to fade away slowly in a sudden. Kyuhyun began to panic.
“Hey! You haven’t told me yet!” He grabbed the frigid frames of the window.
“I can tell you, but only if you promise not to do anything stupid like your horrible finger dance again. And also, stop seeing that ridiculously tall and silly doctor. I already told you I don’t like him.”
There was only about half a face left on the window pane.
Kyuhyun gave a cry of frustration and nodded furiously. As the face faded and leaving no trace behind, the voice continued to ring in his head. “If he didn’t want to leave the hospital, then he should just find a way to stay here forever. A way where no one can force him to leave here anymore.”
“Why would you tell him something like that?!”
“I didn’t. You… Kyuhyun did.”
Kyuhyun charged after the door and opened it hurriedly; stumbling slightly from the tangled sheets and shouting to the first person he caught with his sight.