Title: Kyuhyun's Chase For His Only

Author: Erase Pens Oencils (uhhmm... ya)

Pairing: Kyumin (OwO)

Rating: T (i tink)

Genre: fluff and angst

Disclaimer: noooo owns ^^ srry meh peeps. Heres a cookie. Haha, i lied. w

Listening To: I Smile by Kirk Franklin

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 ignites. What will become of our favorite pairing?

A/N: taaank uuu all! Every1 4 der support all da way up 2 nao ;_; iunno. I felt like i owe u guys dat sentence *sob* u guys r sooo awesum. *tear*

Kyuhyun's Point of View:

Beeping sounds are made in the distance. Someone's voice is speaking – muffled. Although I know that they are close they sound so far time a beep echoes around the room my chest tightens so much it hurts. And I could feel something moist on meh 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 is crying.

Yeah? And then I wake up.

I wake up gasping madly. I had a flashback in a dream and I couldn't help but shake my head as if the dream would fly off my brain. Oh, jeez, what is this? Cold hard fear courses through my body, veins and arteries freezing way below zero, icicles and all. At another moment I would be on the floor trying to regain myself and the little of my sanity looking like a gaping fish, although today it was fear. In my dream I was in pain but the atmosphere was absolutely terrifying. If someone were to come up to me and ask if I would rather have extreme pain or extreme fear I would say, "Go freakin' take a hike." In other words, I hate both emotions, and I'm dying right now.

I sigh a sigh full of a million lifetimes and I rub and stretch out my neck releasing several packed in tensions, a few joints pop. Another sigh escapes my mouth without any warning while I stand up reluctantly. I take a recon around my area and I'm sorry to say that I wish I hadn't. The kitchen is an absolute mess, like a tornodo has struck and soon after, a bomb. Broken bottles and its shards are scattered like polka dots all over the tiles, egg yolk was seeping out of the refrigerator, chairs were knocked over and the only one standing is the one I took my siesta on.

I groan so loudly because I know that I have to clean up all this soon. In a fit, I kick over the last chair too.

"I can't beleive I effin' let this happen!" I holler, crushing another bottle underneath my foot, it was unmistakably a brainless choice on my part. Immediate agony soared up my leg. I cuss even louder. Hopping on one leg, I lift up my wounded foot and try to stay stable enough to get a fine look at the damage.

Another cuss. A remnant of glass was embedded deep within the flesh of my foot. Without thinking I just grab it and yank. You're so fudgin' mindless! I berate myself. I howl from the extreme torture and as if it couldn't get any worse, I lost balance and landed upon another bottle. None of that stuck themselves up my butt, too, thank god. A burst of sobs abconded from my worthless, deceased body.

I drag my bleeding carcass from the kitchen, my cut throbbing in beat with my pulse. Using enough of my energy I, at last, collaspe onto the living room couch. Belatedly, I have enough brains to think before I commit any more idiocity.

Reviving memories have been increasing ardous. Since my memories are jaded and blue, they're not exactly something you would want to summon into mind. Wincing, I shift into a more convenient position, cuddling my injured foot close to my chest.

I command my nervous system to signal my lungs to actually breathe evenly. When they become shallow and soothing.

What happened before I fell asleep?

I woke up in the morning and then... And then I did what? And then Sungmin did what?

Once the second I begin to relax, I bolt out of the couch and onto my feet, ignoring the now annoying pang. I race through my house, my heart pumping fiercely, I pass other doors and rooms. Skidding to a halt, I approached my bedroom warily. I attempt to calm down and to remind myself that whatever is beyond the door, I won't freak out, but it was a meaningless gesture because I am getting all wired up again.

Shakily, I extend my arm to clasp the door handle and all the while I'm thinking that I am going to die. I'm going to die. I'll kill myself, for sure. If he's not... If he feels that way about me... What I did to him... I'm gonna diiiiie.

Get it over with, Cho! My arm had a mind of its own, because before I knew it-with a loud whoosh, the door swung open to reveal... an empty bed. An empty room. It felt odd to think Sungmin and I made love in my room. Impossible, because I can't beleive it.

I have been stabbed... metaphorically, I guess, that's how I felt and that poison coated blade twisted when I dared to think that Sungmin couldn't stand to stay here. He couldn't bear at all to wait to at least talk things out. Yeah, I know it's something only girls do, but I read some books that said that it's the best way to rid of any problems with marriages. Now, Sungmin and I aren't married-no-but doesn't it apply here too?

I am being burned alive... metaphorically, again. My body is slowly being transformed into ash and I could do absolutely nothing about it. Sungmin is ashamed... of me. He's disgusted that he hooked up with such a good-for-nothing.

I drooped to my knees, my eyes fixed on Sungmin's side of the bed. Is it warm? Was it just recently that he planned his escape? Once I'm out cold?

Remebering isn't my favorite activity to do, but since memory has to do with thoughts, it snuck up on me anyway. After I woke up, I stared at Sungmin for how many minutes, admiring his adorable features. His face is soft and his cheeks are so silky. His wonderful dark eyes coccooned with delicate beautiful eyelids, but the most striking trait of this cute bunny are his lips. They form a pink, small "M." Those lips twitched, ever so slightly, I remember, into a smile before they returned into their usual shape. I was unbeleivably tempted to trace those charming parts, ready to stay this way until forever. Then... Hadn't I already touched him enough already? I barred myself from him.

When I had enough eye-candy by looking at his pleasant, (which is a lie, I can never get enough) I migrated to the kitchen to eat breakfast. After, I took a nap.

I shook my head. He left to go return to that man's arms.

Something caught my eye and I try with all my might not to roll my eyes. He left me a note. However cliche it is, it still warmed my heart that he cared enough to leave me something. Sitting there on my bedside table, it lies there, untouched by the receiver.

I crawled in the direction the letter, enclosed in an pink envelope, and lifted myself to eye level with it. The envelope was thin so he hadn't left me a whole entire novel to read, or anything. In a flash, I snatch it like people were spying and savagely rip it open.

It was simple and not at all sweet.

Dear Kyuhyunnie,

I had to leave.

Now, I actually had to roll eyes. Uh, no, duh, Sungmin.

But I left you cake for breakfast.

I take that back. It's very, very, ultimately sweet.

Sincerely,

Lee Sungmin

I cross my legs and rest on the carpet, no intentions of sleeping on my bed for tonight. I lay that note on my chest and I think.

My memories are indeed jaded and blue, but at the same time they're bright and yellow. It makes me chuckle. They're that way because of only one person. One terribly, mind-consuming, cute-faced, shy, cute, person.

Oh, Sungmin. I won't let what happened last night affect me. I've done something wrong and, of course. I strongly am hoping you'll forgive me. But let me tell you this though, I'll chase you to the ends of this earth.

I crush the letter in my right hand.

I swear to God, Sungmin, I will win you over.

A/N: OOOH filler chapteeeerrrr nuttin rlly happened here so its borin ;_; srrry uhhhm long time no c? :33 ahaha I apologize if kyuhyun seems a bit OOC. Dats bcuz its been a long time & I haf to get the familiar feel of kyuhyun back in2 meh systtem. *slaps mehself in the face*GRAAAAH! No humor and nuttin in dis dats interstin. Srry. *sob* Keep faith in meh okie? Fightin! Type in "ahhh" if u totally melted wen kyuhyun went all, "i swear 2 gawd, sunngminnn ill win u ova." :D i typed it all funnyy. SO YUSH! Kyuhyunnie finally takes the steps 2 bring himself back 2getha. N u guys r also probly like, "HOW MANY EFFIN MONTHS TIL DA NXT CHAPPIE?" imma b like, "IUNNOOOOO!"