Title: Kyuhyun's Chase For His Only

Author: Erase Pens Oencils (don ask)

Pairing: Kyumin (FTW!)

Rating: T (if ya can handle it)

Genre: fluff and angst

Disclaimer: uhmm…. No owns. Just me pitiful imagination.

Summary: Kyuhyun has been chasing Sungmin for years on end, experiencing complete pain no one else would ever ask for, but when Sungmin's big day comes and Kyuhyun's had enough torment the final spark will light. What will become of our favorite paring?

Kyuhyun's Point of View:

Beeping sounds were made in the distance. Someone's voice was speaking-muffled. Although I knew that they were close they sounded so far away. Every time a beep echoed around the room my chest tightened so much it hurt. And I could feel something moist of my face, like little droplets. Always liking the rain since childhood, I open my eyes just a slit. When I do, the sight before me hurt so much more then the burning ache in my chest. And the ache mostly isn't the damage of my condition.

Sungmin was crying. Oddly enough, this new revelation was always uncommon with Sungmin. Thee smiling pink bunny! He doesn't have much to cry about, he has everything. Always, from beginning to end. so why is he? He's finally married, got the man of his dreams, and with the man came an abundance of money. So why is my love crying?

I keep staring, because even though this Adonis is bawling like there's no tomorrow, he always somehow allures me, makes me want to stare at him forever. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy. No, not the way a groom should look at a wedding. His hair was ruffled and distorted, the blonde dye in his hair fading, his natural coconut hair taking its place yet again. His shirt was dirty and caked with dirt like was playing around in the mud. But he was still the amazing Sungmin. And for that he makes me love him. So much! So much that everything hurts. Everything hurts so much. And that's why I hate him. Hate him with all my left over guts. Why did he call the police to take me to the hospital to live? To stay alive? So why should I live, Sungmin, if what I even live for, won't even look at me the way I want him to look at me?

I gasp suddenly from the abrupt pain that strikes my heart like a stab of a knife coated with extreme poison. My hand swiftly grabs the place where my heart should be, just holding it so it won't jump out of my chest and surrender itself to Sungmin. Oh wait, it already did. And look what happened. I almost depart the Earth from too much agony.

I glance at Sungmin again. And taking so much effort, I raise my hand that was holding my chest and cup his soft cheek, using my thumb to wipe away his tears like the way I did when his father died in a devastating plane crash. He hiccuped with surprise and stared at me with confusion mixed with fear.

He attempts to say my name, but it just ends up like, "K-k-kyu-kyu-kyu-"

"Kyuhyun," I say softly, finishing it for him. "Maybe I should be the one losing my memory."

Half of it wasn't me joking. Maybe I should lose my memory, because no memory equals no pain.

"Kyuhyun!" he wails loudly. "You scared me so much! I don't want to lose you!"

I chuckle though it ends up coming out darkly. "Minnie, losing me won't make a dent in your future."

"No!" he protests. "No!"

I wait for him to stop crying, watching as he hastily wipes away his tears, trying to hide them even though I've already seen them. His bawling is now lessening and now it was just hiccups. He smacks my shoulder playfully trying to bring up the tense mood, but I could see all he wants to do lie in bed with his new husband and rid of this all. As long as I'm still here, Sungmin, there won't be an end and you will always think of me. As friends or as lovers. We're just too close to break and throw away.

"Don't do that again or else I'll kill you," he plays, forcing a smile, which looks like it took a lot of effort. It wasn't one of his old genuine smiles.

I look at him, giving him a weird expression.

"I can do it, you know," he presses. "I can really, really do it!"

I stare.

"I can get a knife right now, Kyuhyunnie!"

I stare.

"Right now…" he trails off and pouts. He glares back at me, but he knows he can never one in one of these games. "Okay, fine I won't! But I can hire someone else to do it! I can really!"

I stare.

"Yeah, whatever," he mutters and finally cracks a real smile, knowing he lost, but did anyway.

I bring one out, too, because I've been missing them lately. Recently they have been wasting over somebody indecent.

"How's it going with Kangin?" It pains me, but I say it anyway because even though they're now married the same problems won't go away for Sungmin. As long as he's still there, there won't be an end for Sungmin.

He instantly stiffens and his bubbly nature turns murky dark. "Fine. I love him. He loves me. Happily ever after! Doodie dee doo da!" An act of fake jazz hands.

"Sarcasm isn't your thing," I say bluntly.

"I know," he says, his shoulders slumping.

"It's my thing," I say. "And I now declare it copyrighted… From you."

"You're so mean!" he whines and punches me on the shoulder in the same place where he smacked it before. "I can do sarcasm anytime I want."

And then suddenly time stops in my head. It's one of those times where Sungmin looks at me with something special. A different look from the ones he gives Kangin. The ones that he saves just for me. For me only and no one else. I'm pretty sure he reserves them just for me. But then it's only for a second, and he looks away with a blush coloring his cheeks rosy red.

"Well," he fumbles out of his chair, occasionally glancing at me only to blush harder. "I-I have to go…" he has a hard time putting it back in the desk from where he took it from. He smiles bashfully and says, "Uhm… Work and all, you know, right?" He giggles. "You-you have a great time! I mean you probably won't 'cause you're stuck here. So… Deal with it? I mean-no! What I mean is-"

"Goodbye, Sungmin," I say smiling at his adorableness. "I know know exactly what you mean."

"Y-y-yeah, I mean, you always do-Always! 'Cause we're best friends right, right?" he walks towards the door, takes a step outside, and walks head first into the door, forgetting that he didn't even open it. "Uhm-well-you-so-yeah…" He shrugs his shoulders while still smiling. Don't worry this usually happens after the look. Now he's going to bump his forehead while in the process of opening the door. Yup, there it is. Then he's going to shoot me a cheesy look. Uh-huh. Now he's going to fumble for words. "I'm going to-yeah-but-okay-so-uhm-sorry-I just-I'm just gonna leave now! Bye!" He going to dart out without another look behind. Yup, prediction accomplished.

Seeing Sungmin like this, all cute and stuff, boosted up my mood, but only a little. The pain's still there. And it will always be there as long as I'm still here. There won't be an end, I will always think of Sungmin. As lovers.

A/N: so hum… i finally updated! yaaaay! there was so many angst in the first paragraph or two so i decided im gonna make up for it by putting lots of fluff after. yaaaaaaaay! Hopefully the nxt chappie will be more bright? so whatdathink? I think there are less words here but somehow i can't get it any farther than this amount of words. Im working on making meh chappies longer tho! so spread the news! :3333 and sungmin is just too kewt huh? I hope i didn't make him too hopeless kewt!….. hopefully! haha.