Title: Listen : Whispers
Characters: Kyuhyun, Heechul, Yesung, Siwon, Donghae, Hangeng, Eunhyuk other SJ members might join in soon
Pairings: KyuChul, YeWook, past!HanChul, KyuSung_friendship, SiChul_friendship, Kihae and more to come soon
Genre: AU, Supernatural, Drama, Angst
Word Count : 2,477
Warning : Character death, ghostly apparitions?, mature language
Disclaimer : I own many things, but unfortunately Super Junior isn't one of them.
After the whole ‘ghost’ incident with Heechul, Kyuhyun thought he would be free from all of the craziness and go back to his normal life as a university student. But when he starts to hear whispers again, nothing is as he expects...especially when so much more is at stake this time.
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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9
A:N : Just wanted to post a chapter since today is such a special date. I can do this only 4 years once! XD Sorry for those who are waiting for 'End of Me's new chapter but saw this instead. i'm trying to work on that too, but somehow this came up. And thanks a lot to those who gave me feedback on the previous chapter! i can almost say that there'll be a lottt of kyuchul from now on.XD The story goes as planned, just like before. I apologize for how it tends to develop rather slowly. Thanks for your patience! Comments are <3 much, as always XD On to the chapter!
Heechul clutched his head in one hand slightly as he felt his feet fasten onto the ground firmly again. Even though he had done it so many times before, he never really got used to the feeling like his body being pulled apart and stretched over and over again to fit into a tight space while being reeled around. A deafening crash of china forced him to open his eyes, finding himself in a corner of a familiar place, but with a tinge of blur at the edges. There were two people shouting at each other violently in front of him in what seemed to be a small living room. It was like watching one of those movies except it was happening right in front of him. And that he’s seen this before.
“Ryeowook, go into your room!”Just like before the boy who was Ryeowook ran past in fear and slammed his bedroom door. Heechul stood and watched the same old scene replay in front of his eyes. But this time the images seemed fairly clearer. The burly and tall man who was Ryeowook’s father had a pulsing vein forming just by the side of his temple, his face reddening with fury. The details were so vivid this time it made Heechul’s eyes hurt slightly.
“Bitch! Stop protecting that weakling!”
“He’s your son, no matter what you do! You can’t cut the ties!” Heechul sighed in frustration, why make him see this again? He let his back fall against the cold solid wall, watching as the tall man grabbed the fragile woman roughly as she writhed against his grip.
Heechul’s eyes widened with shock as he stood and watched helplessly; realization cold and washing over him. Something was different with this scene. The woman had brought her face near to the man’s hand where her wrist had become red and then a yelp from the burly man. Within a split second, she had thrown her hand across his face, warranting a burning mark on the cheek. Grabbing the chance, she tried running backwards but her tangled feet wouldn’t let her.
Heechul watched as he felt himself slide down the wall; the crimson liquid was bubbling out slightly from her temple, creating lines on her face once more. Then it was like how he had seen it before; Ryeowook screaming and running out through the front door after seeing what had become of his beloved mother. And that his horrible father was the only one there over her dead body.
The tall muscular man who suddenly seemed so small down had crouched down and lifted his dead wife off the ground and into his arms, sobbing softly as he tried to shake her back to life, all the while muttering ‘sorry, it’s all my fault, my fault’ softly as he dialled 999. The scene began fading away as Heechul could no longer feel his feet on the ground, even after he was thrown back to where he was, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
A voice laced with pain rang in the empty corridor. “Please…you have to tell him the truth. Please tell him I’m sorry for everything I’ve done. Please tell him I’m sorry for being alive until now. And please tell him…it’s the biggest regret of my life for not valuing him as my son, my only son, Ryeowook. I’m sorry…”
As quickly as it came, it was gone. A cold sinking feeling washed all over Heechul as he felt himself slide down the cold hospital wall once more, never feeling so exhausted in the longest time.
Yesung stared as he looked at the retreating back of the man who had apparently asked him to shut up out of nowhere in the middle of what seemed to be a perfectly normal conversation. He scratched his head slightly, knowing he will never be bestowed with the power to understand anything that was going on in that strange man’s head but he didn’t mind. He was just simply glad that Ryeowook was nothing like him, and hoping desperately that the strange man would not rub off on the younger boy, not ever.
He turned his head within a split second as he heard the door to Room 011 open suddenly. He got up immediately and furrowed his eyebrows at the smaller boy whose shoulders were drooped even more than before. Yesung gulped as the man refused to look up at him, only shaking his head subtly. He swallowed; nothing good comes with that expression.
“I-is everything alright?” he asked softly as he peered at him, grabbing the boy’s shoulders lightly with concern.
Ryeowook shrugged his shoulders and shook his head subtly, his face almost emotionless. “He’s gone.”
“No!” A figure came running towards them as the sound of something smashing to the floor resonated in the air. Beige had just returned with two cups of hot coffee before rushing into the room, sobbing loudly.
“R-Ryeowook…” Yesung turned at yet another voice coming towards them suddenly. It was Heechul, his face was in a dangerously paler shade than before, feet dragging wearily on the white tiles, like they were being pulled back by a hundred tonnes of weight from behind. He cocked his head in confusion.
“Hyung, he’s gone. My mother can be at ease now, finally.” Yesung’s heart shattered a little at the sound of Ryeowook’s small broken laugh. Heechul shook his head as he slowly came to a halt just in front of Ryeowook.
“No, just listen…Wookie. Hyung has something to tell you. I-“Heechul paused as he tried to suck in some air, hoping to steady his erratic breath but it was getting so hard to do. “You have to listen to me. I know this sounds stupid, but…I can see spirits; I can see people who are already dead. I’ve seen your mother just after she died two years ago when I found you in that alley.I saw what happened between your mother and father.”
Yesung watched in disbelief as Ryeowook shook his head, his face screwing up in confusion at Heechul’s sudden words. His hyung had an air of hesitance that felt even worse than the fact that his father had just died. He had never seen the older man act this way before.
“Hyung, what are you saying? Y-you seen my mother?”
Heechul bit on his lower lip which was trembling slightly. “Your father didn’t push your mother. Her feet got tangled as she tried to get away that day. She fell…but her death… it was an accident.”
Yesung felt his blood bubbling hotly inside him suddenly, a huge wave crashing within him. Before he knew he was already lashing out at the older man. “You knew it was an accident and yet you let him walk around for two whole years with the pain that his father killed his mother?! What kind of hyung are you? How could you do this to Ryeowook?!” He stepped in front and pushed Heechul on the shoulder roughly, being pulled back by Ryeowook immediately.
“Yesung-hyung, don’t!” His hands grabbed onto Yesung’s arm in attempt to restrain him. “Heechul-hyung, what are you saying? I-I don’t understand!” Ryeowook shook his head, face pale and scrunched up with shock.
Heechul ignored the shove the frizzy-haired boy had just given him, drawing in a long breath with difficulty; his vision getting more and more blurry with each passing moment. But even so he has to carry on. He clenched his jaw and continued.
“Listen to me, Wookie. Back then I saw your mother. But I was too distraught at the time about Hankyung I didn’t want to have anything to do with spirits. I couldn’t handle any memory she wanted me to see, so I only saw a part of it. I wasn’t sure what I saw back then. But I saw it just now…your father. He was right here just now; he showed me what really happened...He wants me to tell you he’s sorry, that his biggest fault was not appreciating you as his son. I’m sorry; hyung should’ve told you about it earlier.”
“No, hyung, he’s gone! He’s dead!” Ryeowook clutched his ears with both his hands while shaking his head in disbelief, tears starting to run down his pale cheeks. Yesung grabbed his arm protectively.
“You should’ve told him! Whatever it was, you should have told him! He deserved to know!” he spat angrily at the older man, curling into a tight fist as he advanced in again.
“Yesungie-hyung! What are you doing?!” A voice cried with alarm as a figure rushed in between them, hands splayed between the two men as he tried to stop Yesung from throwing a fist at Heechul’s face. “Kyuhyun! What are you doing here?! How did you know about this?” Yesung exclaimed loudly, swinging his fist away backwards with frustration.
Heechul mustered his draining energy only to glare at Yesung, head starting to spin slightly much to his annoyance as he wondered what this guy was doing here. Kyuhyun held onto his arm just in time and heaved him onto his shoulders just as he felt his body slump down a little helplessly. He shook his head and tried to stand properly again, his eyes catching hazel brown ones which seemed to brim with concern. Something inside felt peculiar, something he hadn’t felt before in the longest time.
“Let me help you…” Kyuhyun urged softly with a whisper as he wrapped another hand around Heechul’s waist to give more support. Heechul shook his head to clear off the sudden dizziness hastily, heart drumming against his ribs numbly as something inside felt glad amidst the giddiness, somehow. “Why are you here…?” he mumbled but the other just nodded stubbornly.
“Kyuhyun, what are you doing helping this guy? He just let Ryeowook suffer all these years for nothing!” Yesung yelled slightly.
“This is between me and Ryeowook, so back off! It’s not about us. It’s about Ryeowook and his father,” Heechul bit the words out angrily this time, fuse running dangerously short now. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was feeling drained, he would have thrown a kick at the stupid frizzy-haired boy too. He shuddered, feeling colder as each painstaking second passed. “Even if I had told him what I had seen before, even if he knows the truth now, it doesn’t make a difference. Nothing’s changed, don’t you see?”
“It’s just your excuses!” Yesung spat.
“What? What are you talking about? There must be some misunderstanding! I’m sure Heechul has his reasons for what he did!” Kyuhyun said hurriedly, voice rising with alarm. Heechul bit on his bottom lip, wondering if he was hearing correctly. “Cho Kyuhyun, you betrayer! You don’t even know what’s happening!”
“I’m sorry, hyung, I don’t know but I’m just sure it’s not Heechul’s fault!” Kyuhyun swallowed, trying to put up a brave front. He never thought he’d have to go against his hyung for anything, or anyone, for that matter. Heechul’s breaths were shallow and erratic against him, exactly like how the older man used to be whenever he’s seen anything supernatural. There must be something, or someone around but he didn’t hear anything strange.
“Cho Kyuhyun! I don’t believe this!” Yesung face was nothing short of disbelief and outrage as he stepped forward with his fist shaking, as if about to grab Kyuhyun by the collar.
“Stop it, Yesung-hyung…It’s alright.”
Ryeowook who had been quiet all the time before this suddenly silenced everybody with his soft voice. Everyone stared at him as he shook his head and gave a broken laugh; a lone tear rolling down his right cheek. “If it wasn’t for Heechul-hyung, I would’ve have died too.” Ryeowook bowed and smiled at Heechul slowly just as everyone held their breaths in surprise.
“It’s alright, Heechul-hyung, thank you for everything. I know what you mean. You’re right…it doesn’t change a thing. My father ‘killed’ my mother whether he pushed her down or not. The damage was already done with every other wrong he did to us. But now that he’s already gone, let all of this be gone with him as well.”
Ryeowook’s voice was firm and cold as he spoke, not a note of quiver. He sighed and put a hand on the door knob. “Thank you all for coming. Please just let me be with my sister and our father now,” he said calmly just as he turned the doorknob and paused. “Yesung-hyung, please inform the doctor and the officers for me. I’m really thankful for having you here with me too.” A small smile graced his lips as he walked into the room without another word.
Yesung sighed in frustration and punched the wall slightly as he turned away from the now-closed door. He glared at Kyuhyun just as he walked away with heavy footsteps, still sighing away with frustration. Heechul closed his eyes tiredly just as the footsteps faded away; finally letting his body lean against the boy’s chest fully for support, making the other stumble a little from the dead weight. Through the numb pounding of his own heart, he thought he heard another one beating loudly as well. Kyuhyun guided him as they both shuffled backwards slowly onto the bench in the now-empty corridor, slumping down together heavily.
“Heechul? Are you alright?” Kyuhyun slid a finger down the older man’s pale cheek worriedly, shuddering as he felt the cold sweat on the man’ss frigid skin. “I don’t know,” Heechul raised his face slightly which was resting against Kyuhyun’s chest, peering feverishly at the blurry outline of the boy’s face through half-lidded eyes.”Why don’t you tell me, brat? But wait; let me tell you something about you first…!” A hiccup somehow escaped his mouth unexpectedly.
“Yah, what are you saying now?” Kyuhyun said worriedly, using his hand to brush away the thick fringe and feeling the forehead. Heechul closed his heavy eyelids feverishly and let his face slide down slightly on the ridges of Kyuhyun’s bony chest. He raised a hand lazily and let it hover in midair unsteadily.
“You’re annoying, really. You had no reason to believe in me, but you did. Why? You’re so annoying, you know that? Especially here.” He paused and poked at where he supposed was Kyuhyun’s heart. “So fucking loud.” His cold hand slid off the sweater and landed with a dull thud on Kyuhyun’s thigh.
And then that was when Kyuhyun had to use his other hand to stop the head from lolling off his chest, just right before he shakily plants a quivering kiss on the top of the messy tuff of hair, unknowingly pulling the man closer to his chest and sharing warmth, wondering in between if he should check himself into the hospital as well for his strange state of mind, or rather, heart.