Well, since I had no inspiration for a GSD fic, thought I'd write a Yemin instead. Awww... Who doesn't love Broken!Yemin manzxc? :D
Disclaimer: Pssssshh. I don't own anything.
Sungmin sat on the swing. A lone breeze whipped past his small frame, pushing the swing forward as his toes traced lines in the sand. The breeze soon turned into rough winds, cutting into Sungmin's skin like ice. Sighing, the young man pushed himself off and walked towards the city.
Rain drops fell from the grey sky – a reflection of Sungmin's feelings. He continued walking and watched silently as people darted for shelter. There was life all around him; and yet, he had never felt more alone. He bumped into someone. "Sorry," the person apologized. There was a flicker of hope within Sungmin. He knew that voice. But… it wasn't him. Giving the man a small glare, he slid past him.
It had been foolish of Sungmin to think that maybe he had come back. Tears started to fall from those usually cheerful eyes of his. He violently bit his lip to prevent from vocalizing his sobs. I love you. That lost whisper haunted him, and for once, he was no longer the cool, confident Lee Sungmin of Super Junior. He was simply a little boy, forced to grow up beyond his years.
And he wished he could take everything back – every hurtful word, every spiteful glare, everything. Anything; if he could bring him back. Anything. Anything. Anything.The tears overcame Sungmin and he hit his fist against the brick wall beside him. "I want you back!" Again and again, until his knuckles became raw. Sobbing, he slid onto the cold, wet ground. "Come back to me…"
None of the passers-by stopped to ask what was wrong. Sungmin laughed darkly to himself. Nobody cared about him. And that was just fine by Sungmin. He didn't need hugs and fake smiles. He didn't need fake love and fake affection. Picking himself up, he continued on his way.
By the time he reached at his destination, the rain had already stopped. But the cruel wind continued to blow against the wet man. Sungmin shivered; but he didn't stop. Not yet, anyway. Eventually, he stopped walking, falling to his knees. He wailed openly, but there were no tears. Sungmin had no more tears, no more.
The next day, Choi Su Min, a young woman who was visiting her late mother's grave received the shock of her life. A young man, cold and unbreathing, curled up against the grave stone beside her mother's. There was a ghost of a smile playing on his blue lips. Taking in a deep breath to calm herself, she called the police. Bending down, she inspected the grave.
In The Memory Of
Kim Jong Woon
Lovingly known as Yesung
1984 – 2009
A man with a heart so big
God couldn't let it live
And below that, someone had scratched 'I miss you.'
A week later, Choi Su Min was back at the cemetery. This time, however, she had more flowers. The grave stone beside her mother's was replaced by a new, bigger one. She smiled to herself.
Kim Jong Woon
1984 – 2009
Lee Sungmin
1986 – 2009
A love so strong
Even death couldn't do them part
I'm not like cursing them or anything. I LOVE THEM TO BITS! I hadn't planned anything and this is all impromptu writing so... sue me if it sucks. (Okay, don't sue me.)