Pairing: EunDay/SunHyuk (Eun Hyuk & Sunday)
Rating:Pg -13. I doubt it but possible R.
First attempt to really write anything that's not absolute drabble (x.
So pretty much my first time writing besides a joint fic with a friend, but she's an amazing writer so I don't do much (x.
Anyway, Eun Hyuk and Sunday are a really weird pairing, I know.
But they're so cute when I see them on shows together.
Written in Sunday's POV.
Anyway, here goes.
He walks in and you immediately frown.
He reminds you how bad you look without make up on.
You tell him he's ugly regardless; make up or no make up.
He laughs at you ask you shake your hair around, singing to a song without even knowing the correct words.
You smile and laugh back without knowing you do.
He playfully tugs at your newly dyed hair, and tells you the color suits you.
You slap his hand away and turn your head, hiding your flushed cheeks.
He asks you since when did you have a nice smile.
You tell him as long as he's had a monkey face.
You didn't expect him to.
He hears from a friend that you didn't leave your home today and dials your number, immediately asking if your okay.
You tell him you don't want to talk to him.
He tells you not to cry.
You hang up.
He knocks on your room to find you crying in your bed.
You pull the blanket over your head to hide your tear-matted face.
He rips the blanket from your hands with unnecessary force.
You shoot right up and pull your fist back, ready to punch him like you always do.
He sits down onto the bed and holds your face in his hands.
You put your fist down and hug him tightly, crying hard into his shoulder.
He kisses your fiercely and pushes you down onto the bed.
You bite his lip and roll over, the two of you fighting for the dominance.
He pins your ams over your head and kissed every inch of skin he can get to.
You completely give up and tell yourself he wins this time.
He buries his face in your neck and begins to softly snore.
You place your hands on his bare back and lay your head on his, letting sleep and exhaustion take over.
He's on your wide screen t.v now, being asked various questions.
Your eyes are fixed on the screen, ignoring the strange looks from your band mates.
He's asked about his recent love life, since his online blog seems to indicate a lover.
You hold your breath; since the discussion of making your relationship public (not only to both of your guy's fans, but to your band mates, who probably figured it out anyway.) was all you two ever argued about lately.
He gives his trademark smile that you tell him makes him look like a monkey and opens his mouth to say, “I don't have a girlfriend right now, but if I did I know that she'd be remarkably beautiful, with an amazing voice, and would tolerate me even though I resemble a monkey.”
You laugh too loudly, and the other girls of CSJH make assumptions about why.
He calls you late at night, his voice dreary.
You remember that he's coming home from his radio show and wonder why he sounds so nervous.
He tells you he loves you in a quite voice.
You tell yourself he must be around the other members to be talking so quietly as your heart flutters to your throat.
He waits for your answer.
You begin to respond back when you hear tires screeching, various screams, and the line goes dead.
He won't open his eyes as he lays in the hospital bed.
You cry harder, silently begging him to make some kind of noise, sound, movement. Anything to help a breaking heart heal.
He begins to leave you alone in the world.
You never get to see his eyes open again.
He lays on his hospital bed, pale as the sheet he's on.
You hear everyone around you crying, but you cry the hardest.
He's not with you anymore.
You know everyone else knew about you two as they leave you alone in the room.
He's slipped away from you, and you left him with the most life-determining question unanswered.
You pray he can hear from where he is in the sky of countless stars, and whisper a final unheard “I love you.”
I know, I really had no idea how to end it -__-.
This WAS supposed to be a happy fic. Guess not xD.
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