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Listen : Whispers (Chapter 3)

Title: Listen : Whispers
Chapter: [3/?]
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
Rating: R
Genre: AU, Supernatural, Drama, Angst
Type: Multi-Chapter
Word Count : 1,187
Warning : Character death, ghostly apparitions?
Disclaimer : I own many things, but unfortunately Super Junior isn't one of them.

Summary:
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.

Listen (Part  1) - in Masterlist

Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2


Chapter 3

“Thank you for buying with us! Please come again!” Donghae shouted heartily, smiling from ear-to-ear. He bowed twice as the customer left with satisfaction, two fillets of salmon freshly packed in her hands.

“In a hurry, Donghae-ssi? Lunch date with someone?” Minho said with a sly smile as he watched his colleague strip off his rubber gloves and apron.

Donghae bit on his lip coyly and grinned back, dumping them behind the counter. “Could you cover for me for a while if I come back late? But I won’t take too long,” he said, scrubbing his hands hastily and then grabbing his bag.

“Sure, go ahead. I’ve got your back. Say hi to her for me,” the younger but much taller boy said, waving as he watched with amusement.

“Thanks, I owe you one, Minho. And erm, it’s not a ‘her’.” Donghae skipped off excitedly without another word.

Minho raised his eyebrows and tilted his head in puzzlement, watching the retreating figure disappear into the next aisle. “Not a ‘her’?” He figured he must’ve heard wrongly before a new customer arrived. “Salmon’s really fresh today, miss.”

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Kibum sat alone by the pavement on an empty bench that afternoon, watching as passersby walked past him without batting an eye, each rushing off to their respective destinations. It was rather busy on the street that day, seeing that it was lunch hour for most people, yet no one seemed to notice him.

Kibum never minded being alone. He’s heard people complain or mostly just whine about how lonely they feel when there’s no one beside them. It was almost as if they couldn’t make any decision or do anything without another person overlooking their every step.

He, however, wasn’t one who yearned for a constant companion or one who needed anything much, for that matter. All his life he went along with the flow, minding his own business and kept out of people’s way. What he wanted he’d strived to get on his own and never once would he try to give anyone any trouble. In return he hoped no one would try to give him any as well. He was his own man who pride himself in his solitude, but every once in a while someone would come and spoil it for him.

Being quiet didn’t mean he was dumb. Being quiet didn’t mean he didn’t have an opinion. He knew he should have kept to himself and continued it while he was there, but even food that was left to boil for too long will eventually fill to the brim and overspill. He wished he didn’t poked his nose into other people’s business, he wished he had protected his own solitude. But then a shout , a push and then a bullet came and realized his solitude, or rather loneliness, to no end. But he wasn’t sure he had much to pride in this time. Kibum reached a hand up to his chest and toyed with the dog tag hidden behind the shirt with his fingers.

The one and only time he decided to speak up and it ended so many things. Being quiet had its troubles, speaking also brought bad things. So he decided that they would come either way, so just to hell with it then. He’ll do whatever he liked and speak whenever he pleased, go wherever he wanted and play whenever he felt like it. For the longest time after his life ended, he carried on this way. But then Solitude and Loneliness walked hand-in-hand now; so much that he didn’t know how to distinguish them anymore. Until the day someone came to spoil it for him again.

But he couldn’t exactly say he despised it. Kim Heechul is no doubt an arrogant man, but he was also very interesting to talk to and not to mention, to look at. But it wasn’t like Kibum had much choice to begin with anyway. But over time they somehow found a strange friendship lying between them and it hadn’t changed since. He enjoyed finding out things for Heechul and keeping updated with tech gadgets for the past decade in return, the thing that kept the endless time a little less mundane. Sadly, even that was growing old. He needed something new to channel his interest again.

He smiled as a familiar figure came sprinting alone, hand waving animatedly in the air. The only thing that he could see from far was the big grin plastered on the youthful face and he sure did enjoyed the sight. It was something he had laid eyes back a pretty long time ago.

It had sparked a certain sense of striking familiarity when he first hung around Heechul and saw his younger brother not long after that. He was surprised at the resemblance at first and thought it was a mistake, but found out almost instantly that indeed it was. Still, his interest has been ignited and he did try to put it off numerous times before for the sake of not dying a second time (well, figuratively anyway) from Heechul’s wrath. But somehow the boy had stumbled into the room and found him there one afternoon. So it must be fated, right? Not his fault, he decided. He waved suavely back from where he sat on the bench and got up.

“Kibum-ah! Have you waited for a long time?” Kibum shuddered slightly; the innocence that glowed from him, so fresh, so vibrant. It made him feel so alive for the first time in so many years. Lee Donghae was different from the one he had mistaken him for, died for. No, Donghae was special. He shook his head subtly and got up.

“Good afternoon, Donghae-ssi. I just only got here anyway.” He smiled, eyes ending up only in two curved lines.

“I told you to call me ‘hyung’! I want to be called a ‘hyung’!” he whined playfully, a pout forming on the beautiful lips. Kibum bit the side of his cheek, resisting the urge to touch them. Ah, so forbidden, so exciting…But he just smiled shyly instead. “Yes, sorry, hyung…”

“Good! Where should we go this time?” The boy was practically bouncing in his steps.

“Let’s go to the aquarium.”

“But I thought you didn’t like crowded places?” The cute eyebrows were almost touching each other in a furrow, almost like they were beckoning Kibum to ghost his lips over them. But he didn’t, of course. He laid a sleeved-hand on the forehead instead, gently dabbing away the beads of sweat on it. His empty chest gave a jolt when he saw the boy looking downwards shyly and turning a little pink on the cheeks.

“It’s a weekday, there’s not going to be a lot of people there. I heard they just brought in some new species of fish.”

“Oh yay! You’re the best, Kibummie!” He felt his hand being dragged away fondly by the boy as they walked down the street together.

The bullet may have stopped his heart and ended his life. But it didn’t end everything. A new chapter always awaits to unfold.

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Tags: character : heechul, character : kyuhyun, character : siwon, fic : listen : whispers, pairing : hanchul, pairing : kihae, pairing : kyuchul, pairing : yewook
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