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Oneshot : Home

2009-12-15T15:34:05Z

Title : Home
Pairing : Kangin + Yesung
Genre : Romance / Angst
Rating : NC-17
Warning : Unbeta-ed, ~~Porn~~ Smut, F word & Co.
Summary : He trudged down the stretch of icy sidewalk, wandering aimlessly like a lost soul with no where to go.

For my dear fallencreation. Happy birthday bb, ilysm! Let's go save our King!
Getting rusty with the writing, rambling like an old fool...

He trudged down the stretch of icy sidewalk, wandering aimlessly like a lost soul with no where to go. No one to return to. His pale skin matching the blanket of white covering the ground around him, and the usually perfectly styled raven locks on his head tumbled into his face awkwardly, making him look somewhat disheveled.

Silvery stream of emotional hurt trickled down his frozen cheeks. Hollow. He felt so fucking hollow. Like a lost soul, he plodded through the dark winter night to wherever the cold, biting wind may take him. Once in a while, a round of coughing fit would seize his thin frame, pausing him in his tracks, leaving him breathless and gasping for air. Maybe, just maybe he was dying. And the idea seems rather appealing to him at that very moment. He kept himself entertained with the thought, trying to block out the pain in his heart as he carried on onwards, dragging his leaden feet.

He didn't know exactly how long he had been walking out in the cold, but soon, he found himself standing in front of the too-familiar door, staring hesitantly at the doorbell. He took a deep, shaky breath. He rang it.

There was a long moment of silence before a sleepy voice finally answered over the intercom. "Who is it?"

"I-it's me..."

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When Kangin opened the door to greet Yesung, he didn't like what he saw. The older man was a mess. His face was pale, lips tinged in blue from the cold, eyes red and swollen, and he was shivering badly. Kangin was about to open his mouth to string out a thousand and one questions, but his mouth snapped shut when he saw a tear struggling down Yesung's colorless cheek. What the hell happened?

The way Yesung was swaying on his feet didn't go unnoticed by the younger man, Yesung looked fit to keel over at any moment. Without another thought, Kangin carefully reached out and grab the smaller man into a safe embrace. Yesung didn't protest, he needed it, his heart ached for it. He leaned weightlessly in Kangin's strong arms taking in the familiar scent as he was pulled inside towards the sofa.

As soon as Yesung was on the couch, Kangin snapped into action, fetching thick blankets from the room and draping them over Yesung's shivering body. Yesung wanted to croak out a thanks, but a sudden fit of coughing assaulted his shivering body. Once again, leaving him breathless.

“Fuck! you stupid, stupid fuck!" Kangin cursed under his breath, eyebrows knotted in obvious worry. What the hell was Yesung thinking? Walking in a weather like this in the middle of the night? It's fucking snowing out. He ran a hand through his sleep-tousled hair, eyes never leaving the shivering form before him. "I'll make you something hot to drink." He announced softly, knowing that a mug of steaming coffee would be good for Yesung. "And maybe something for that cough of yours too."

But before he could turn towards the kitchen, a small hand tugged at his shirt, effectively halting him from continuing his steps.

“Y-Youngwoon... You told me that this would happen... you warned me about him..." Yesung paused, choking on a sob. His voice was almost inaudible, but Kangin heard him. "You told me... and I... I accused you of being jealous... I should have listened to you..." He let his eyes slid close and tears escaped freely down his pale cheeks.

At that very moment, Kangin realized why Yesung was there at his apartment, in the middle of the night, shivering like a leaf in the piercing wind, eyes puffy and heavy with pain; Yesung had come to him with a broken heart. Knowing this, Kangin's felt his own heart crack in his chest.

"I'm sorry, Youngwoon-ah... I... I'm so sorry..." Yesung lifted his tear-stricken face up to meet Kangin's speechless expression. His eyes bearing deep apology, sincerely asking for Kangin's forgiveness. "I probably don't deserve it... especially after what I've said to you back then... I just... I'm sorry..." It was his own stubborn idiocy that led him to this, he wouldn't be surprised if Kangin refused to forgive him. Karma was biting him in the ass, he was sure of it.

Kangin's eyes immediately softened, he lowered himself down to sit next to the still slightly shivering man, his eyes boring into Yesung's dark glassy orbs. He understood. He could never blame Yesung for anything. Not even when Yesung had left him for another man. Even though his heart shattered into a million pieces, he never once blamed it on Yesung; he blamed himself instead.

Inching closer, Kangin pulled the smaller man swiftly into his arms, a warm embrace that melted away all doubt that haunted Yesung's mind. "Shhh... it's okay... Jongwoon-ah. It's okay." Kangin assured the older man, his tone hushed and comforting.

"Youngwoon... I-I love you... I'm really, really sorry..." He buried his face further into Kangin's warm chest, taking in the sweet familiar scent. There was so much more that Yesung wanted to say, so much more he wanted to explain, but his mind was so clogged with emotion that he only managed to say what he truly felt at that moment.

Kangin's grasp on the smaller man tightened at the words, his heart beating faster upon hearing the confession that came out from Yesung's mouth. "I love you too Jongwoon... always have... always will..." They were not the sort of words that comes out of his mouth easily, but tonight, it rolled off his tongue just like that. Fuck. I missed you so much Jongwoon-ah. Kangin held Yesung close, allowing the older man's cold body to absorb his warmth.

After a few moments of silence between them, Kangin found his hands sliding up Yesung's neck, tenderly cradling the perfectly sculpted face. The other shuddered at the touch, his gaze locked into Kangin's twinkling eyes as their faces inched closer to each other.

Leaning forward, Kangin planted a quick kiss on Yesung's forehead, he then dropped a little lower, kissing the remaining tears away from his cheek. Their eyes met for one electrifying moment, and just like that, Kangin's warm mouth was pressing against Yesung's full lips in a gentle seductive kiss that sent familiar sparks exploding between them.

Kangin's tongue traced hotly along the seam of Yesung's lips, silently urging them to part so their tongues could reunite. And the moment they did, Kangin slipped his tongue into Yesung's mouth, the kiss deepened, their tongues mingled hungrily as their lips continued to caress each other. Lost in the kiss, Yesung moved his hands inside Kangin's shirt, up his chest and over his broad shoulders. He moaned into the kiss, clearly wanting more.

Every single touch that Kangin left burned the older man with more desire. Little whimpers and moans escaped Yesung's lips. Trapped in the heat of passion. It gave Kangin such a rush to know that he was still able to cause the older man to make such sweet noises by his simple touches. Kangin gathered the hem of Yesung's obstructing shirt, pulling it upwards and over his head in one swift movement. He trailed his hand over Yesung's now exposed chest, brushing over a nipple with his thumb and relishing the sight of Yesung squirming under his touch.

Kangin shrugged out of his own shirt and tossed it carelessly aside. He leaned forward on the sofa, gently pushing Yesung to lie down on his back. He trailed kisses down the soft skin of Yesung's chest, pausing to lick and suck at each nipple until they hardened. He couldn't resist but to latch onto one of the hardened peak, biting it lightly, causing the man beneath him to groan and writhe at the sensation. Then ever so slowly, he continued his way down, kissing and lightly dipping his tongue into Yesung's navel.

Feeling the undeniable heat building up inside of him, Kangin tugged on the older man's pants, skillful fingers undoing the button, the zipper, and he slid the jeans off Yesung's legs, pulling off the boxers as he went. Kangin bit his lip, admiring Yesung's naked body in front of him, the sight of his arousal, fully erect and staring at him in the face. God, you're just so beautiful.

"Youngwoon..." Yesung's husky voice called out suddenly, cheeks blushing slightly. "Take me..." His eyes were heavy with lust and he didn't think that he'd be able to take the teasing any longer.

Kangin's eyes flickered in understanding. His hand slid slowly up Yesung's exposed inner thigh, he paused his movement for a brief second and let out a small chuckle when Yesung whined and arched his hips upwards. He pushed Yesung's legs apart and laid a gentle kiss on each thigh and another on his belly. Going further down, he let the tip of his tongue brush lightly at the head of Yesung's throbbing member. He closed a hand around the base of the older man's shaft, drawing the tip closer to his lips, and tongued it softly. Yesung moaned in pure lust, his body arching painfully into it. "Youngwoon... oh God... Youngwoon..." He didn't want the sensation to stop, it was so good that he was left absolutely breathless.

Satisfied that Yesung was enjoying the ministrations, he continued to lick the sensitive head, flicking his tongue at the slit , licking off the droplet that gathered there. Yesung moaned into it, feeling the hot fiery lust rising within him. His eyes slammed shut, his perfect, straight teeth biting on his bottom lip and his fingers clutched hard onto the younger man's biceps.

Kangin then brought himself up to meet Yesung's sweaty face. He took Yesung's lips into his again, tasting the sweet of the warm cavern. His hand was still gliding up and down Yesung's length in a painfully slow manner, jerking him lazily. He wanted to keep Yesung on the edge but he didn't want him to lose it yet.

Hand slicked with Yesung's pre-release, Kangin figured it was enough to act as lubricant. He stopped his ministrations on Yesung's length-much to the older man's disappointment-and trailed sticky fingers down, brushing lightly against Yesung's entrance.

Slowly, Kangin slid a finger into Yesung's tight passage, being as gentle as possible. Once inside, he started to thrust the finger in and out, allowing Yesung to get used to the the sensation before adding another digit to join the first one. Yesung let out a whimper of pain before he could even bite it back down, sending Kangin into a halt for a moment, he flinched at the thought of causing Yesung pain. "Don't stop... Youngwoon-ah...don't stop..." The older requested between pants of breath, and Kangin was more than happy to comply.

Kangin continued to bury his fingers in and out of Yesung, prodding and curling his fingers deep inside the older man, searching for the bundle of nerves that would send hot pleasure throughout his body. When he heard Yesung gasped sharply and shuddered, he knew he had found it. He let his fingers brush against it again and again, admiring the beauty of Yesung's body arching in pleasure each time his digits hits the sweet spot.

"Y-Youngwoon... " Yesung panted and whimpered under the larger man. His eyes rolling around lazily in their sockets. His breaths hitching painfully in his chest. "N-now... take me now..." His leaking member twitched and throbbed, already seeking for release. He didn't know how much longer he could hold it in.

Removing his fingers from the still tight cavity, Kangin pushed his boxers down and kicked it away to another corner of the living room. He couldn't help a small moan of sheer lust when his hard, aching erection was released. He positioned his iron-like shaft against Yesung's eager entrance, in one swift movement, the younger thrust his full throbbing erection into Yesung's tight passage.

A cry erupted from Yesung's mouth. His eyes screwed shut tightly and his nails digging into Kangin's back as the penetration felt like he was being ripped apart. The younger man winced a little, feeling the sting on his back."Does it hurt?" Concern suddenly obvious in his voice, unsure if Yesung was in pain or pleasure. Or both.

Yesung shook his head a little, trying to calm himself down as he tried to adjust. Kangin leaned down and trailed kisses along Yesung's neck, hoping that the action would help ease the pain a little.

Seeing that the older man settled somewhat, Kangin finally started moving inside his lover, letting out a low moan when Yesung's muscles clenched tightly around his length every time he pulled out and thrust it back in. Eventually the pain eased for Yesung, only to be replaced by sheer pleasure and he found himself moving his hips in time with Kangin's thrusts, moaning and panting as the friction increased. Yesung slipped his arms around Kangin to draw him close, pulling the younger man down towards him. He looked up at Kangin, eyes blazing and mouth parted as ragged breaths escaped through swollen kissed lips. He leaned up as far as he could to press his lips against Kangin's.

Kangin returned the kiss more roughly than intended. He continued to move in and out of Yesung as their lips locked in another passionate kiss. Yesung let out a cry and pulled back from the kiss, panting even more heavily when the blunt tip of Kangin's length pounded against his prostate.

Yesung gasped and whimpered, body squirming at the sudden and intense pleasure. Kangin reached down and caught Yesung's forgotten erection, he began to stroke it again, in rhythm with his thrusts. Kangin edged the older man closer to his climax, stroking him fast until he was aching and bucking for release, then slowing off with steady strokes.

But soon enough, Kangin realized that he would have to stop teasing the older, mainly because he could already feel the burning sensation growing in his lower region.

"Y-Youngw-...ahh..." Yesung's back arched off the sofa, exploding in Kangin's hand and groaning as the hot release jets all over their bellies, arching in spurts up to his chest. Kangin continued to stroke Yesung firmly and watched in excitement as Yesung shuddered, his member twitched and spurted the remaining release. For a few seconds, Yesung saw nothing but white, his climax had him delirious with sheer pleasure.

Kangin slammed into Yesung more and more urgently. With a few more thrusts, Kangin felt the muscles around his stiff, throbbing length clamped, the sensation sent him over the edge, no longer able to hold back the load of pleasure that gathered within him since it all started. He thrust forward harshly into Yesung's slack and trembling body one final time, as deep as he could go. Letting go of all control, his orgasm flashed before him, filling Yesung with his seed, claiming him fully.

Yesung shuddered as he felt Kangin's warm seed filling his trembling body. An involuntary moan escaped his lips when Kangin pulled out of him. He was too spent to even lift a finger, but he welcomed the embrace that the larger man offered as he squeezed himself beside him on the much too small sofa.

For about fifteen seconds neither of them moved, both still trying to catch their breaths and slowing their thudding heartbeats.

A small smile tugged on Kangin's lips as they laid there together, panting and shaking from the exertion. Their scattered minds were still reeling from the afterglow.

Finally finding his voice again, he turned to the smaller man to say something, but all words died on his lips when he realized that Yesung was already asleep, snuggled close to his chest, face calm, resembling an angel. His smile grew wider at the sight. Reaching the long forgotten blanket he brought out for Yesung earlier, he covered both of their naked bodies underneath the warm woolen fabric. Yesung's body shook with a small fit of coughing, but his puffy eyes remained closed, the only other movement he made was to snuggle further into Kangin's warmth.

"You still need something for that cough of yours..." Kangin said softly, kissing the top of Yesung's head, inhaling the soft scent of the older man's hair. He closed his eyes, allowing the sound of Yesung's deep steady breaths lull him to sleep.

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FAILS HARD! I don't even know how it got this long and why it did. D: If anyone is reading this, I apologize for making your head hurt Been struggling with writing lately, words just don't come out right these days! Grrr.

Oneshot : Lemon & Lime, You're mine!

2009-11-06T03:27:17Z

Title : Lemon & Lime, You're mine!
Pairing : Kangin + Yesung
Genre : Romance
Rating : NC-17
Warning : UNBETA-ED, Fail, Smut.
Summary : I wish I could keep you in my pocket.

The door flew open with a bang.

"Youngwoon-ah! Put me down!" Yesung yelled demandingly through bouts of laughter, arms and legs flailing in the air.

Kangin's arms tightened around Yesung's body momentarily before he let out a sigh and dropped the smaller man unceremoniously on their shared bed. "As you wish!" He said flatly and made his move towards the closet.

"Ouch! That hurt!" Yesung wailed from his position, rubbing his backside as if it had truly hurt. His eyes narrowed, and his lips bunched up into a sulk. "You're so rough!"

Kangin looked over his shoulder, and flashed the older man a smile. "Well, you told me to put you down."

"Yes, that's exactly what I said! Put me down! I didn't tell you to drop me down!"

Kangin gave out a low laugh and shook his head lightly. "You're such a drama queen!" The younger man grabbed a towel and continued to slip out of his shirt. Just as he was about to make his way towards the bathroom, Yesung jumped out of the bed and scrambled towards the bathroom door, stopping Kangin in his track.

"What the hell Jongwoon!"

"I need to wash my face! I won't be long!" Yesung assured with a small nod and quickly turned his heels towards the bathroom before Kangin could say anything.

Kangin huffed in annoyance. Yeah right. Sure, of course you won't.

Just as he expected, Yesung was taking his own sweet time in there, doing god knows what. Getting rather impatient, Kangin stalked his way towards the bathroom. "Oh my goodness, you're taking forever!" Kangin grunted from the door frame, clad only in a towel, ready as hell to jump into the shower.

Getting no respond from Yesung, Kangin stepped into the bathroom, his bulky shoulder brushed pass the older man as he proceeded towards the shower. He unhooked the shower head, stretched it out towards his target and turned on the water. Without any word of warning, he sprayed Yesung mercilessly with the cold water. A mischievous grin crept up his face when he saw the older man's reaction. "That's what you get for ignoring me." Kangin chuckled lightly.

"Youngwoon! Stop it! It's cold! Stop it! Yesung whined, shielding away from the spraying cold water with his hands as if it would have helped any.

Kangin 's light chuckle burst into a strangled-gasping laugh. He lowered the shower head and looked at the man before him, who was now dripping wet in his clothes. He opened his mouth to say something lame, something annoying, but then closed it again as he took in Yesung's overall appearance. Wet and dripping, dark locks plastered against his handsome features, drenched shirt stuck to his lean frame like second skin. Sexy.

"Look at what you've done! My clothes are soaking wet!" Yesung sighed exasperatedly, not realizing the gaze that was locked onto him.

"It's okay Jongwoon-ah... you won't need them on you for much longer." Kangin replied, voice dipped low and breathy.

Yesung's eyes snapped up to look at the younger man, clearly puzzled by the sudden change in his tone. He eyed Kangin quizzically for a mere second before realizing what was going on. He knew it when he caught Kangin's unblinking gaze, boring into his own, filled with hot passion and lust.

Gaze never leaving Yesung, Kangin took a small step forward, just close enough to reach the smaller man. He yanked Yesung by the arm roughly, but carefully towards him, effectively pinning the older man against the tiled wall. His warm lips crashed onto Yesung's full lips hungrily as he pressed his body against the man's lean frame. The towel that covered his lower half not moments ago now lay crumpled on the wet bathroom floor, leaving him bare and exposed.

Yesung leaned further into the kiss, eyes closed on their own accord, enjoying every bit of it. He could feel Kangin's erection pressing hard against his belly, he moaned into the kiss, feeling his own member swelling and throbbing eagerly against his jeans.

Kangin continued to assault Yesung's mouth with deep, fervent hunger. Their lips entwined, and their tongues dueled with each other relentlessly as his nimble fingers undid the buttons on Yesung's water soaked shirt. After getting rid of the shirt without much effort, he continued to strip Yesung off his jeans and boxers as well. It wasn't easy to multitask like that ; with his tongue practically stuck down Yesung's throat and all, but he managed.

The bigger man pulled back slightly, finally breaking their kiss. He brought a hand up to brush back Yesung's damp hair and stared down at him briefly. A soft knowing smile splayed on his lips. "You're so fuckin' sexy!" Kangin whispered seductively into Yesung's ear, causing the older man to shudder in Kangin's grasp.

Yesung stared back at Kangin, face flushed and panting, his body quaking in anticipation. Kangin moved his lips downwards and Yesung moaned out softly as warm lips met his neck, sucking harshly on the skin. "Youngwoon...ah..." He whined under his breath, fingers digging into Kangin's shoulder. The younger man ignored his reaction, his tongue continued tracing Yesung's nipple playfully, sucking delicately on the hardened bud.

Bringing his face up to Yesung's eye level again, Kangin grinned widely at the sight of the man before him. "Do you want me to stop?" He teased as he licked his lips deliberately.

"N-no... please... don't...." The answer was obvious.

Nodding in satisfaction, Kangin ran his hand down the curve of Yesung's back and down to his thighs. Smirking, he then brushed his finger over Yesung's entrance, teasing it with little thrusts of his finger. "S-stop teasing me Youngwoon-ah!" The older man muttered through gritted teeth, his dark orbs glittered, and his face flushed with desire.

Feeling slightly guilty for tormenting Yesung, Kangin gave the smaller man a brief passionate kiss before turning him around so Yesung's back would be facing him. He moved closer, chest now pressed against Yesung's back, his hand reached for the older man's jutting shaft, stroking it in a painfully slow pace at first and adding more speed to it little by little.

More moans escaped from Yesung's throat as he braced himself against the cold tiled wall. He could feel Kangin's throbbing member pressed against his thigh. Damn, he's getting impatient! He just wanted Kangin inside of him already.

"Y-Youngwoon...ah..." Yesung panted heavily, his mind reeling, engulfed in pleasure and want."I-I need--"
His words died abruptly when Kangin pushed his full length inside of Yesung without warning, resulting the older man to cry out at the penetration. "You're still tight I don't get it!" Kangin complained, panting slightly. Damnit Jongwoon and his small everything! Except for his head and his surprisingly large monster that is. He settled with a few shallow thrusts before deciding to quicken his pace and go deeper.

"G-g..ahhh” Yesung groaned when the younger thrust in again, full and deep. Kangin's large hands were gripping at Yesung's hips tightly, and his thrusts steadily becoming harder and faster.“ K-k... Youngwoon... ahhh god!" Yesung groaned and pushed back on Kangin's shaft as he thrusts forward, letting the younger man's full length slide deeper inside him. Kangin ran his hands up and down Yesung's side and chest, pinching his nipples, making him cry out in painful pleasure.

Yesung let out a moan of pure pleasure as the other pounded hard into him, hitting his prostate dead on again and again, sending shivers up his spine.

“You like that?” Kangin rasped in Yesung's ear and thrust harder into him. The bigger man wrapped his fingers around Yesung's weeping member and began to stroke it in time with the movement of his thrusting. He ran his finger over the tip of Yesung's member, smearing the pre-release all over the his length. "You're mine... Jongwoon... mine..." Kangin whispered, warm puffs of air tickled in his ear.

"Y-yours..." Yesung panted breathlessly. "Alway-s... yours..." He was getting close, he could feel it. "Almost... Youngwoon..." He announced lazily under heavy breathing.

Yesung felt the other grow harder inside of him, Kangin's strong arms now wrapped around his body, pulling him closer, allowing him deeper inside. The other let out groan as he stroked the older man's slicked member even faster, encouraging orgasm to build up.

“Y-Youngwoon.... I’m--" Yesung gasped, feeling as if all air had been sucked out of him. His body tightened and shuddered as hot pleasure exploded within him, spilling white, hot release onto Kangin's working hand and on to the floor. He struggled to stay on his two feet as he felt all energy evaporate from his trembling body.

Kangin's strong arm held Yesung in place, he shoved his shaft harshly inside the older man a few more times and cried out Yesung's name as his own warm seed threatened to spill deep inside his lover. He groaned and bit at Yesung's shoulder as he came, tightening his grip on the smaller man and thrusting lazily as he emptied himself within the other.

They sat together on the wet bathroom floor in each others' arms, catching their breaths, not saying a word. Both were still reeling from the blissful euphoria they had just experienced.

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Fail smut is FAIL. I just wanted them to have sex. That is all.
Title inspired by Muscle's CRL&L. One of my all time favorite happy song! I figure I'd let Yesung off from all the torture and pain, and let him have some fun.
This goes out to super_jennie , thanks for always spazzing with me bb!

A Walk Through Darkness : Chapter Four

2009-11-03T01:46:36Z

Title : A Walk Through Darkness
Pairing : Kangin + Yesung
Genre : Angst / Romance / Drama
Rating : M

Warning : UNBETA-ED, F-words & Co, Violence.

Summary : Someone is seeking revenge on Kangin. And he knows just exactly how to get to him.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting there at the desk, slumped forward despondently, head on his arms, practically ignoring everyone and everything around him. It could have been hours, minutes, who knows. But for Kangin, it certainly felt like forever.

When his cellphone rang, he snatched it up on pure reflex, he glanced at the caller ID and quickly flipped the phone open to accept the call, and in that instant, his heart stilled.

"Woojin-ah! Where are you? Where's Yesung? What have you done to him!" Kangin yelled into the phone frantically, not caring how desperate his voice sounded.

"Ah... now, isn't that the million dollar question... Kangin-sshi?" Woojin cackled on the other end of the line. Taunting Kangin was definitely something he enjoyed doing.

"Don't fuck around with me Woojin-ah!" Kangin snapped, his patience was already wearing thin.

A hearty laugh erupted in Kangin's ears. "Fine! If that's what you want..." And then the line went dead.

Barely even registering that Woojin had ended the call, the cellphone buzzed into life once again. Confused, Kangin looked at the cellphone in his hand. A video call. His heart racing wildly in his chest and his hands started to tremble once again. The small voice in the back of his head was telling him that it wouldn't be a good idea to receive the video call, but he couldn't help it, his thumb was already pressing the 'OK' button.

He felt all the blood drain from his face when the video call connection was established to his cellphone. The first thing that came into view was the battered form of his missing boyfriend. This time, in full view. Yesung's body was a mess of blood and bruises, countless cuts and slashes ran across his chest and stomach. Kangin's own stomach clenched into tight knots, his fears solidified in his throat, rendering him speechless at the sight of Yesung's state.

"Y-y-you sadistic freak!" Kangin growled.

There was a scuffling sound in the background, and then a distinct, sneering voice came through. "You wanted to know how he's doing right Kangin?" The camera now moving closer towards Yesung. "I'm just being reasonable, showing you what you wanted to see." Woojin grabbed Yesung's face roughly with his free hand and made him face the camera-phone. "Aww, look at his pretty face... he's all bloodied and hurt, and it's all your fault Kangin!" The madman chuckled in satisfaction, bringing the knife into the line of view. "Now, now don't be rude Yesung! Your beloved boyfriend is on the line, watching you, why don't you say hello to him?" Woojin's voice fell into a sing-song tone, he yanked Yesung by the hair and the blade slid to rest in the hollow of Yesung's throat.

No words came out of Yesung except for heavy, ragged breaths and painful coughing fits.

"Guess he doesn't want to talk to you Kangin!" Woojin stated, sounding quite disappointed himself. "Well, can't really blame him, after all you've put him through." He added simply.

"But it's okay, let's make him do something else for you!" The madman chirped, bringing the point of the knife to the lines of cut he had inflicted earlier. The sharp blade was scrapping and digging at the raw wounds, reopening the cuts as the blade pressed deeper into his captive's flesh. Woojin made sure that his actions were clearly shown in the camera, just for Kangin to watch.

And this time Yesung couldn't help but to scream and whimper in pain, giving Woojin exactly what he wanted; to make Kangin hear Yesung's pain filled screams. The excitement left him giddy with awe and delight.

The moment Kangin heard Yesung's scream, a tremor of fear surged through his entire body, his breath caught in his throat and he swallowed hard, angry tears filling his eyes. "Stop damn it! Woojin! Just fucking leave him alone!" His lost voice coming back to him, angry and bitter. "Just.. please don't hurt him anymore! It's me you wanted! Not him!" As much as he dreaded the scenes and sounds coming from the small screen of his cellphone, he couldn't tear his gaze away from it.

"Aww Kangin, Korea's number one handsome man is begging for poor Yesungie? How sweet." The mocking voice on the other end of the line continued. "Come find us Kangin! It wouldn't be too hard if you use your brain." He tittered at his own remark. "But just so you know, the pain and suffering won't stop for Yesung. Not until you get here. This is your one and only chance to save him. If you want to save him. So for now, say bye bye to Yesung!" Without waiting for Kangin's respond, Woojin ended the call.

Kangin stared at the phone in utter disbelief. “You sick bastard! I'm going to fucking kill you!” He growled, grip tightening on the cellphone, tempted enough to hurl the damned thing across the room.

"Son of a bitch!" He hissed loudly in frustration.

Anger seethed from every pore of his body, boiling into white-hot rage. Kangin slammed his fist into the wall behind him, again and again, ignoring the pain that his own fist had inflicted on himself, leaving the white wall smeared in blood.

He didn't know how long it went on, but finally, the adrenaline that surged through his body began to wear off and his thudding heart slowed to a more normal rhythm . He pressed his back against the wall and slid slowly to the floor, bloody knuckles cradled to his chest. His shoulders hitched with choked sobs, racking his large frame.

"Kangin?”

He hadn’t heard the door creaked open, being too wrapped up in his own emotional meltdown.

“Kangin-ah, what is it? What's going on?” Leeteuk asked, eyes wide with concern.

Kangin looked up to Leeteuk from where he was sitting, expression not changing, eyes bright with uncontainable emotions. He drew in a long ragged breath, not really wanting to deal with the older man, but knowing full well that Leeteuk would not leave the matter alone until he knows what was going on.

Leaning his heavy head against the wall behind him, Kangin took another long, deep breath in attempt to compose his jumbled thoughts into something more cohesive.

"He took him hyung... It's my fault..."

"Took him? Who? Kangin-ah what are you talking about?"

"The bastard! He took Jongwoon! And he's hurting him! He's torturing him! It's all because of me!" Kangin suddenly shot up to his feet clumsily, moved towards the bed stand, and grabbed his car keys.

A big question mark seemed to be flashing in Leeteuk's face. "What are you talking about Kangin-ah?" For a moment, Leeteuk looked at the younger man as if he had lost his mind.

"Teuk hyung, I have no time to explain everything right now. I gotta find Jongwoon! I think I know where the bastard's keeping him!" The urgency in Kangin's voice only made the leader's curiosity heighten. But before he could open his mouth to shoot a hundred and one questions towards the younger man, Kangin was already out of the door.

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A maniacal laughter echoed through the small dank room. Woojin tossed the cellphone aside and moved closer towards Yesung again. A twisted grin plastered across his face. "Did you hear him? Did you hear how pathetic he sounded? Asking me to stop hurting you?" He lets out another laugh and shook his head.

Yesung didn't say a word of reply to the madman. His mind was reeling, and he couldn't quite catch his breath. Kangin's fear-filled voice replayed over and over again in his head, almost drowning him. The voice that he had longed to hear sounded so close, but yet so far. He wanted so much to scream for Kangin, tell him to come and save him, take him away from this place, this pain, but he refused to let Woojin have the satisfaction from that.

"Hey! I'm talking to you! You piece of shit!" Woojin's voice suddenly filled the room once again, this time anger and annoyance obvious in his voice. The deranged man disappeared from Yesung's line of view for a few moments before appearing again in front of him with a baseball bat in his hand, a dark scowl clouding his face.

"You're starting to really piss me off Yesung!" Woojin admitted. "You know what my father would do if I were to ignore him like you did?" He questioned in a deceptively calm tone, his smile erupting into a menacing grin as he edged towards Yesung's frail form. "He would beat the shit out of me! Like this!" Woojin swung the wooden bat twice on Yesung's back. The pain exploded throughout his body, Yesung could no longer stop himself from crying out in agony. He moaned and writhed weakly in his restraints, his legs no longer able to hold himself up.

"Oh..g-g-god..." Yesung coughed and sputtered weakly, struggling feebly to get back on his feet. His unfocused eyes fell upon Woojin's now grinning face. "F-fuck y-ou..." He forced out defiantly through cracked, bloody lips.

"Such language Jongwoonie!" Woojin shook his head and sighed. "You've clearly spent way too much time with that foul-mouthed boyfriend of yours." He scoffed, circling around his captive's form, watching him intently. "Maybe a little love will cheer you up?"

Before Yesung could even process the last few words, a mouth clamped down hard on his own, an uninvited tongue began forcing its way between his swollen lips. Yesung mustered all his might to move away, but one of Woojin's hand fisted in his hair in an iron grip. He then felt a rough hand sliding down his belly, forcing it's way into the waistband of his blood soaked jeans, fingers curling around his length. Yesung jerked violently in his restraints trying to get away from the crazy man's touch. His breath hitched painfully in his chest as great pain and humiliation brought tears to his eyes.

Not a moment later, Woojin backed away, gaze still locked on Yesung. He licked his lips, and flashed a sinister smile. "You didn't even let me finish what I've started! How rude!"

"G-g-get a-way f-from m-me you f-freak!" Yesung croaked through gasps of air.

His facial muscles bunched up in disgust, "Your filthy mouth is saying no Yesung-sshi! But the bulge in your pants clearly said otherwise!" Woojin grinned gleefully. "Ah well, I've always wanted to know what it feels like to kiss a boy anyways." He turned to move towards the corner of the room and settled himself onto the rickety chair.

"Revenge is sweet isn't it, Yesung?" He asked, not really expecting an answer from the man wheezing pathetically before him. "Not only that I get to break you and torment you as Kangin watched and begged, I'm also going to have the satisfaction of killing you! I'll make him watch you die a slow painful death, and then... and then he can follow you down to hell!" His chuckle broke into a hysterical laughter. "He deserves it!"

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Kangin was probably breaking every traffic rule out there, he was pretty sure of it, but he couldn’t care less. He was holding on to the slight hope that he would find Yesung in the house that he was now heading to. He couldn't, and didn’t want to think of the alternative, because if he was wrong about this, he wouldn't know where else to look.

Oh god! Please, please let me be right about this!

He hadn't driven down this route in years, he never really had any reason to, until now. But as long as he could remember, the road from Seoul to Jowon had never felt this long to him. It took him countless of wrong turns and dead ends before he finally saw the abandoned house on the foot of the hill. This was it, the house where Woojin and his twin brother Joonsung had spent their not-so-happy childhood in. Without wasting another second, Kangin jumped out of his car and ran full speed towards the house.

Nearing the front door, Kangin forced his eager legs to slow down. He knew that Woojin was probably waiting for his arrival, but he figured, it wouldn't hurt to try and keep his presence unnoticed, at least just until Yesung is out of harm's way. Whatever happens to him after that, he truly didn't give a damn.

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Yesung knew that he was probably going to die. Strangely, he was almost ready for it. He could feel that his knees were starting to give out beneath his weight, and this time he's pretty sure that he couldn't fight it anymore.The fiery agony in his shoulders were slowly becoming muted pain. He couldn't even breathe, the process of breathing itself was excruciating, like daggers ripping through his chest.

He kept his head low, chin resting on his chest, his dark, jagged bangs covering his face. He coughed weakly, and more blood spattered out of his mouth. He grimaced and wheezed painfully as his broken rib sent waves of pain shooting through his battered body.

Woojin smiled as he watched Yesung shivered and swayed in place. He moved towards his captive, and clutched Yesung’s jaw in his fingers, hard. The psycho's grinning face multiplied by three in front of Yesung's unfocused eyes. "Having trouble breathing Yesungie?" He asked in an obvious fake concern. "Don't worry, it'll all soon be over." He cooed in his captive's ears.

"You bet it will asshole!" Another voice joined them in the room.

Kangin. It had to be Kangin.

Yesung felt something warm like hope blossoming in his cold broken chest. He could hear Kangin's voice in the distance, but his vision was rapidly blending together as the darkness threatened to close on him.

Surprised, Woojin quickly made his move before Kangin even had a chance to advance towards them. Standing behind his battered captive, he pressed his favorite knife against Yesung's chest, right above his heart. "Back off!" The crazed man warned menacingly.

Kangin didn't need to be told twice, he quickly inched backwards as his heart continued to race forward. His strong bravado fell the moment he saw the knife hovering dangerously close to Yesung's body. His eyes darted from Yesung's barely conscious form, to Woojin and back to Yesung. He could barely even think as his anxiety reached a level that he had never experinced before.

"Woojin-ah... p-lease... just, please... let him go." Kangin pleaded, tears glistening in his eyes.

Woojin's lips curled into a grin full of malice, delighted to see Kangin beg.

"It's me you want, not him. It's not his fault! He didn't do anything! I'm here now, you can do whatever you want to me. But please, let him go." He pleaded, willing to do just about anything to get Woojin off of Yesung. He bit his lip, desperately trying to figure a way to calm himself, to think, to save Yesung from any further harm.

Woojin looked at Yesung thoughtfully for a brief moment before his gaze flickered back to Kangin. "You're right... he didn't do anything... he didn't do anything... you're right... " Woojin nodded vigorously.

"It's not his fault... he didn't do anything..." The deranged man repeated. "But he's here to show you, Kangin... he's here to show you..." His crazed eyes lit up, a grin returned to his face.

"S-show me what?" The look on Woojin's face was starting to give Kangin the major creeps.

"What it's like to watch the person you love die..." He trailed off, bursting into a maniacal laughter.

And then, it happened in a heartbeat, Woojin plunged the knife deep into Yesung's chest. Yesung gasped at the new pain that penetrated deep in his chest, his muscles tensed momentarily before going limp once again. Blood poured freely from the wound, he felt totally disconnected and everything around him began to tip and swirl.

The bloody knife clattered onto the dirty concrete floor, Woojin continued to laugh hysterically as he loosened his bloody grasp around Yesung's body. He took a few unsteady steps away, leaving the dazed man hanging by his wrists, looking like a badly beaten up human pinata.

Kangin's heart stilled as chill ran down his spine, his eyes wide from shock. "Son of a bitch! NO!" Kangin launched himself onto Woojin without a second thought and tackled him to the ground with brute force. He couldn't think, he could only see red as his rage exploded within him at full force. Kangin's solid fist struck Woojin again and again to the side of his face.

He probably could have gone forever punching the shit out the the crazy bastard if Yesung's pain filled whimpers didn't snap him back to reality.

Breathing hard, he pushed back on his feet, he spared another glance on Woojin's now unconscious, bloodied face, feeling the urge to rip the man apart limb by limb with his own bare hands. He kicked Woojin's side as hard as he could as a parting gift and quickly made his way towards his boyfriend's bloodied form.

It was a terrible sight to behold, Kangin could barely breathe. Every inch of Yesung's once flawless skin was covered in cuts, and bruises. His wrists were rubbed raw and bloody from fighting against the restraints. His upper body was caked in blood and sweat; blood oozing from the stab wound. Kangin took a deep stuttering breath, willing himself to calm the fuck down.

"It's okay Jongwoon-ah, it's okay... I'm going to untie you okay? And then get you all patched up... just... just hang on...you're gonna be fine." His voice wavered beyond control, his hands struggling with the rope that kept Yesung in place.

"Y-y-yngwnn?" Yesung managed to mumble through barely parted lips.
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"Yeah Jongwoon-ah... it's okay, I'm here now..." A little too fucking late. "It's okay, he's not gonna hurt you anymore, I won't let him..."

Once the bindings released, Yesung's body pitched forward and carefully caught by Kangin's careful hands. Gently, he eased the smaller man onto his lap. Once settled, Kangin pulled off his jacket, and then pressed the balled up fabric against the wound on Yesung's chest.

Yesung gasped, he could feel the pressure on his chest increased, the pain was excruciating. He wanted to push it away, escape from the unrelenting agony, but Kangin's grip stayed firm as he tried to staunch the crimson flow.

"Ssh... shh, it's okay Jongwoon, it's okay... need to stop the bleeding." Kangin assured softly, trying to calm Yesung. Trying to calm himself. His free hand fumbled around clumsily in the pocket of his jeans, trying to fish out his cellphone. Without wasting another second, he dialed 1-1-9.

"Y-young-oon..." Yesung rasped.

"Yeah..." He answered, mentally cursing as he waited for the emergency operator to answer his call.

Yesung bucked and coughed weakly , more blood bubbled from his mouth, dripping down his chin. "T-tthanks..." He whispered through barely parted swollen lips. His half-mast gaze fixed on Kangin.

Before he could open his mouth to respond, a voice on the other line answered his call. He quickly tended the call, explaining the situation at hand, giving out quick and straight to the point information on the directions to the abandoned house they were in. While all that happened, Kangin's gaze never left Yesung.

"It's okay... it's okay Jongwoon-ah...help's coming. Just hang on." Kangin said as he snapped the phone close.

"Thnn-ks f-ffor c-coming... 'm s-ssorry..." Yesung garbled, tears filling his barely open eyes. It was getting impossibly harder to breathe.

"Shh.. nothing to be sorry about... " Kangin cleared his throat and his own chest tightened. If anyone should be sorry it's him. He had unknowingly dragged the one and only person he loved into this mess.

"H-hurts...too mm-uch...c-ccan't...." Yesung's body shuddered involuntarily, tear-glazed eyes slowly drooping close.

The room was spinning, Kangin couldn't find his breath, his panic rising, and he could see nothing else but Yesung who was gasping shallowly in his lap. "No! No... baby please, don't do this.. you can't do this! You can't leave me!" His voice broke, hot tears spilling from his eyes, burning at his cheeks.

A small smile tugged on the corner of Yesung's lips.

"Love...y-you-u..."Yesung's eyes fluttered close, and his gasping stopped.

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Okay, don't throw rocks at me. Anyways, the chapters only proved to get harder. Struggling, struggling again with this one. I'm not too sure of it myself. Caffeine sure as hell didn't help me any with this. I also had to chuck out a whole lot of scenes and make it shorter.

Ramblings aside, this chapter is dedicated to super_jennie and rasinah who both enjoy tortured and angsty Yesung. I hope this isn't too much though.

Take care always darlings! ♥ Cheers!

A Walk Through Darkness : Chapter Three

2009-10-26T02:52:34Z

Title : A Walk Through Darkness
Pairing : Kangin + Yesung
Genre : Angst / Romance / Drama
Rating : T

Warning : UNBETA-ED, F-words & Co, Violence

Summary : Someone is seeking revenge on Kangin. And he knows just exactly how to get to him.

Somewhere on the other side of the city of Seoul, Kangin found himself restlessly pacing the length of the small room that he and Yesung shared together. His weary eyes frequently darting over to the clock, subconsciously counting the minutes that had gone by since Yesung was forcefully taken away from him.

In his twenty-five years of living, he had never felt this scared and shaken before. He couldn't even get his thoughts straight, he didn't even know if his hands had ever stopped trembling at all. The fact that he didn't have control over the situation at hand disturbed him greatly. There was absolutely nothing that he could do right now but to wait for Woojin's next call. And, of course, the thought of calling the police had crossed his mind more than a few times by then, but he did not dare, not with Yesung's life in jeopardy.

And it had all been his fault.

Kangin dragged a hand over his face roughly and drew in a long, stuttering breath. The events from earlier that day was starting to wear him down, physically and mentally. Woojin's sneering voice and words were still fresh in his mind, jeering, taunting and mocking him. He cringed at the thought of what Yesung might be going through at the very moment, waves of guilt washing over him again and again. "I told him that I'd always protect him..." He whispered to himself miserably, blinking back the hot, stinging tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the vibrating cellphone, a bleeping sound then followed, indicating that he had received a message. Startled, he quickly reached out for the electronic device before him, flipped it open and pressed 'OK'.

What he saw on the small screen of his cellphone made his eyes grow wide with terror. His heartbeat fluttered wildly in his chest and a wave of dizziness assailed him, making him feel terribly nauseous. "Oh my god, Jongwoon..." Kangin muttered under his breath shakily, not believing the horrible image presented before his eyes. His free hand flew towards his mouth in shock, feeling as if his hammering heart was about ready to make a leap out of his throat.

He swallowed convulsively, the cellphone gripped tightly in his strong but shaky hand, and his eyes were still fixed on the image on the small screen. He could clearly see that Yesung's face was bloodied and bruised even though the older man had his face turned away from the camera, his wrists were bound cruelly as if he was some kind of an animal. Never in his life had he imagined seeing his Yesung, hurt, bloodied and bruised like that.

The fear inside of him quickly turned into anger, he couldn't believe that he had failed to keep Yesung safe, he couldn't believe that Woojin had gone this far. Tears began to well up in his eyes again, frustrated and angry that he couldn't do anything right away to get Yesung out of this. "It's my fault... Jongwoon-ah... it's my fault... I'm sorry... I should have never let this happen to you... "

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The world came back to him blurry and slightly distorted. Blinking a few times, Yesung tried to focus on his surroundings. The darkened room in his view, the pounding of his head and the pain throbbing throughout his body confirmed that everything that had happened wasn't just a dream, but indeed was a living nightmare. A sudden chill filled the room, causing him to shiver.

Yesung squirmed slightly in his restraints, trying to alleviate the strain on his arms and wrists. He struggled on his feet in attempt to support his body. Dripping with sweat, Yesung looked around the small dank room, his weary eyes darting from corner to corner, looking to see if his captor was anywhere in sight.

"Oh, you're awake Yesung!" The fake chirpy voice came, breaking the silence of the small room. "I was beginning to get bored here all by myself!" Woojin got up from the chair that he was sitting on and sauntered towards Yesung, the shit-eating grin slowly crept upon his face. "How was sleep? Dreamt of anything good?" The knife suddenly made its appearance right in front of Yesung's face again.

Yesung gasped as the cold steel blade was dragged lightly from his cheek, down towards his bare chest. The tip of the knife wasn't pressed hard enough to draw any blood, but the threat was there, Yesung knew that.

"Yesung...sshi..." Woojin started, his eyes followed the tip of the blade as he continued to lightly drag the knife across Yesung's body. "Why do you love him? He's a bad person you know?"

Yesung didn't answer.

"Did you know what he did? Did you know how he got you into this mess?" Woojin asked his captive questioningly. "It's okay... let me tell you! And you'll know what kind of person your boyfriend is!" Woojin exclaimed in raised voice.

"Youngwoon! That bastard! He destroyed my brother! Destroyed my life!" Woojin's eyes darkened threateningly, he pressed the tip of the knife harder into Yesung's skin without warning, slicing at his bruised flesh, causing Yesung to hiss harshly through clenched teeth.

A small smile formed on Woojin's face, clearly satisfied that he had cause Yesung pain. He repositioned the knife, ready to inflict another fresh cut across Yesung's chest. "My brother, my poor, poor twin brother... he loved Youngwoon! He would have done anything for that selfish bastard! And Youngwoon never appreciated Joonsung! He refused to be with Joonsung!" Woojin yelled, anger and hatred obvious in his scowling face.

"And your good-for-nothing Youngwoon, he broke my little brother's heart... it was him that turned my cheerful brother into a self hating person! My brother changed because of that bastard! And he hung himself because of him! Your boyfiend!" Woojin ranted heatedly, the knife in his hand never stopped inflicting cuts on Yesung's upper body, punishing his captive for the pain he felt for his dead brother. "My brother would still be alive if it wasn't for that bastard Youngwoon!"

Yesung glared at Woojin helplessly, blood streaked down his body, soaking through the waistband of his jeans. He struggled to stay on his two wobbly feet. The cuts inflicted upon him were made enough to make him hurt like hell, but not enough to to end his life.

"You understand now right Yesung? You know now why I have to do this..." Woojin grabbed a handful of Yesung's hair and yanked his head back forcefully . "Kangin took away the only family I have in this world, he caused the death of the only person I ever cared about! I just want him to pay for what he's done!"

"It-It's not his...fault!" Yesung forced out through ragged breaths.

"What?" Woojin asked almost incredulously.

"Y-your brother...what h-happend to your brother, it wasn't Youngwoon's fault! N-never his fault!"

Yesung's statement only proved to make the mentally disturbed man angrier. Without another word, Woojin kicked Yesung square in the chest. "You piece of shit! You're still defending him after what he had done!" He spat angrily into the man's bloodied face.

Yesung coughed harshly as his lungs screamed for air, his body lurched awkwardly in respond to the pain that assaulted him. Blood emerged from his mouth, adding to the previous taste of copper. He sputtered weakly, blood bubbling through his slightly parted lips. Something was definitely broken inside of him, because breathing shouldn't hurt this much.

"You know damned well that everything that happened was Kangin's fault!" Another blow ploughed into Yesung's side. "You chose the wrong man to be with...don't you agree?" A smile of triumph stretched across Woojin's face.

Yesung remained quiet, though his coughing and wheezing spoke volumes. His head was throbbing painfully now, excruciating pain shot up his chest whenever he coughed. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, the only thing he could feel is the acidic bile rising from the back of his throat. And without warning, mixture of bile and blood surged out of his throat, right onto the floor.

Startled, Woojin took a few steps back, his face contorted in disgust for a mere second before turning red with anger. "What have you done! You useless pile of crap!" He cursed angrily, looking at the mess before him. Woojin cast the heaving man a forbidding look before turning angrily towards the door.

Less than a minute later, Woojin came back with a pail full of water. He walked towards Yesung , carefully avoiding the small puddle of stomach content on the floor. Without saying a word, Woojin emptied the pail of water over Yesung's head.

Yesung's eyes snapped open as the icy cold water assaulted his thin frame. He gasped sharply in pain as the water caused the open cuts on his chest to sting. But Yesung couldn't even lift his head to protest, his head hung down limply, totally helpless in the restraints. Pain radiated throughout his battered body, there wasn’t a single area on his entire body that didn’t hurt. He didn't know how much more he could take before he breaks completely.

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I don't know, this chapter was excruciatingly hard. Hm..
Stay safe darlings! ♥

A Walk Through Darkness : Chapter Two

2009-10-16T00:31:23Z

Title : A Walk Through Darkness
Pairing : Kangin + Yesung
Genre : Angst / Romance / Drama
Rating : T

Warning : UNBETA-ED, F-words & Co, Violence

Summary : Someone is seeking revenge on Kangin. And he knows just exactly how to get to him.

It was the massive amount of pain flooding through his body that jolted him out of the unconscious state he was in. The first thing that he was aware of was how terribly his head ached, pounding with every beat of his heart. It felt as if someone had hit him in the head with a brick. Which of course, wasn't far from the truth.

With a groan, Yesung weakly lifted his pounding head and forced his eyes open in an attempt to take in his surroundings. Through blurry, half-lidded vision, he looked around the darkened room that was only lit by a faint, dim light bulb which hovered above him. How did I end up here? His hazy mind struggled to recall what had happened. He remembered walking, making his way towards the supermarket's entrance through the parking lot when he heard a male voice calling out his name. And then, out of nowhere a man with a baseball bat came charging at him. He couldn't remember much after that, but he vaguely recalled throwing a few punches and kicks of his own to defend himself from the assault.

A wince escaped Yesung's lips and his breathing sped up when he realized that both of his hands were bound tightly above his head with a rope tied to a metal bar that stretched across the ceiling. That explained why his arms and shoulders felt like they were on fire. The whole weight of his body had been placed on his arms and shoulders while he was knocked out unconscious, leaving them strained and sore.

Ignoring the throbbing in his head, arms and shoulders, Yesung pulled on the rope binding his wrists, testing to see how strong they were. Maybe, just maybe the rope wasn't strong enough that he would be able to break free. He absently wondered who had kidnapped him, and what does the kidnapper actually want from him.

“There’s really no point in struggling for freedom Yesung-sshi. You'll never escape.” A voice suddenly penetrated the once silent room causing Yesung to startle.

"W-who are you? What do you want? Yesung asked as his curious eyes traveled to the figure that was walking out of the darkness.

The man was young, possibly in his mid-to-late twenties, medium build and slightly muscular. For a scumbag who kidnaps people, he's actually quite a good looking guy.

"What do you want? If you're keeping me here for ransom, you should know that I don't worth much the money. I'm not rich!" Yesung tried his best to keep his voice steady despite the uneasy feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.

The man chuckled lightly before answering. "Money? I don't want your money." The man scoffed, clearly not interested. "I don't want anyone's money!" The man stepped closer towards Yesung, circling around him like a vulture watching its dying prey, making Yesung feel far more uncomfortable and nervous than he already was. He truly didn't like the look in his captor's eyes.

Suddenly, without a warning, the man rammed his fist into Yesung's stomach with full force, causing Yesung to gasp and cough harshly as the air was forced out of his lungs. The restraints that held his wrists together above his head had prevented him from doubling over, but it didn't take him long to regain his composure.

"Then why am I here? What do you want from me?" Yesung asked incredulously through ragged breaths. He couldn't imagine any other possible reason to why the man had kidnapped him, and he couldn't remember doing anything bad to anyone to deserve this kind of treatment.

"What I want from you?" A sly grin then crept on his face. "I don't want anything from you! You little piece of shit! You're worth nothing!" His voice steadily rising in volume. "You're nothing but trouble!" By the end of his sentence, he had managed to nail a few kicks down on Yesung's already beaten-up body.

For every blow that he received, Yesung tried his best to bite back the screams. With all the assault that his body had endured, Yesung still haven't the slightest idea why this person had kidnapped him and then beaten him. What could he have possibly done to have this man hate him so much?

"If you're wondering why you're here, and looking for someone to blame for getting you in this mess, the right person to blame would be your good-for-nothing boyfriend... Kangin..." He trailed off, his voice once again soften to an eerie calm tone.

The mention of Kangin's name caused Yesung's already fast beating heart to beat even faster. "Kangin?" He questioned, confused as ever, not understanding how Kangin fits into all of this. "W-what do you m-mean?" Worry evident in his voice now. It was bad enough that he's in this mess, he doesn't want Kangin to be brought into this too.

His captor looked at him. His facial expression was somewhat calm, but Yesung couldn't miss the glint of anger flickering in his eyes. "What... or why, it doesn't matter Yesung...sshi." He taunted as he moved closer towards Yesung once again. "What really matters is that Kangin will watch you suffer." Woojin, his captor smiled at the thought. "I want him to know how it feels like to have someone he loves ripped away from him! I want him to beg me for his lover's life! " His once calmed face turned into a menacing sneer. "And you... you, Yesung-sshi... would be just the perfect person to use in teaching him a lesson."

A cold fear gripped Yesung's heart. It took him a few moments to process and to understand what his captor had told him. He didn't know what kind of grudge this man has against Kangin that led him to take a drastic measure such as this. But the fact that this crazy person is going to hurt him in order to hurt Kangin made him feel totally helpless and angry.

"Y-you're a twisted sick person!" Yesung spat angrily.

"Oh am I now?" Woojin chuckled dryly as he pulled out a knife from behind his back. He moved closer to the tied man, tracing the blade lightly over Yesung's cheeks and then down to his chest, causing him to flinch slightly. "You're going to suffer for him Yesung, he'll then know... he'll surely know... surely..." Woojin seems to be out of it, possibly trapped in his own delusional frenzy. He then began to cut away on the fabric that covered his captive's upper body, leaving him bare-chested, clad only in his jeans.

Woojin smiled, letting the knife drop with a clatter to the cold dirty cement floor. He grabbed Yesung's face roughly in his hand, staring at him intently, studying him. "I wonder what's so special about you that made him want to love you, be with you..." Woojin leaned closer as he speaks, and Yesung could almost feel the man's breath on his face.

"It's none of your damned business!" Yesung hissed through clenched teeth. Psycho kidnapper or not, Yesung was getting sick and annoyed of the man and his mind games."

Woojin laughed at Yesung's little outburst. "Oooh... aren't you the fierce one." He cooed, once again circling around his captive, eying him from head to toe. "Kangin must have liked that... let's see what else you've got!" He said in a teasing tone as his hand traveled down Yesung's sweat slicked body, towards his private region.

Yesung writhed and struggled in his restraints in a desperate attempt to back away from the insane man. He really hadn't expected that Woojin would be touching him where he did not want to be touched. He felt extremely disgusted and humiliated.

As for Woojin, he didn't care. "Not bad... for a small skinny worthless shit you are, you've got something going on down there for sure." He jeered, trying to provoke Yesung further. "So this is what Kangin had been enjoying all this while eh? Not bad.. not bad at all...."

Yesung's anger was rising uncontrollably. “Why are you doing this?” His voice came out hoarse, but it didn't waver. "What did Kangin ever do to you! Did he reject your love? Did he break your heart? Because if he did... then I'm not surprised! You're insane! A demented coward."

Yesung's words triggered something deep inside of him.

"You... you piece of shit"! Woojin backhanded Yesung hard on the face, splitting his lips open. You're such a waste of space in this world!" He thundered.

"L-l-ook who's t-talking..." Yesung managed to retort through his swollen bloodied lips.

And the comment earned him a boot right in the chest. The kick had rendered him breathless. He struggled to keep himself upright despite the difficulties that he was facing, he couldn't and wouldn't let his feet give out on him.

Barely recovering from the recent assault inflicted to his already weakened body, Yesung noticed that Woojin was moving towards him again, this time in a threatening stance. Before he knew it, Woojin's rough fingers were fisting his hair, forcing his head back.

Face to face with his captor, Yesung stared at him, he looked him in the eyes and held his gaze, trying his very best not to show any emotions. He had no idea what Woojin had in store for him. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to endure it all.

"You! I guess you're really asking for it!" Woojin seethed in resentment. He stuffed his hand into his pocket, pulling out Yesung's cellphone that he had confiscated earlier. A cold sneer stretched across his face. "Now let's see... which angle is good for you..." Woojin announced as he flipped the cellphone open, going into camera mode. "You like to take pictures don't you Yesung-sshi?"

Suddenly, Yesung couldn't breathe. His heart was thumping wildly against his ribs. He knew what was going on. Oh god, no! He's going to send the pictures to Youngwoon!" Before he could even open his mouth to protest, Woojin struck him hard in the gut, causing him to whimper involuntarily. Yesung tried hard to right the spinning vision of the room, he could feel acid bile slowly creeping up his throat, threatening to make an appearance. His vision was starting to blur around the edges too. He cursed himself for being so weak, for not being able to fight. No... I can't let Youngwoon see me like this.

"That should be enough..." He said with a satisfied smirk. "I'm sure your boyfriend misses you and would want to know how you're doing." He paused for a chuckle. "That's why I'm sending a few of these to him." Woojin looked up at Yesung, he could see that the man's half-lidded eyes were filled with a mixture of pain and rage.

Yesung wanted to scream and curse at the bastard, but he couldn't muster enough energy to do so. He could feel his energy slowly diminishing and his vision coming in and out of focus as he desperately tried to cling onto consciousness.

“This is only the beginning, Kim Youngwoon...." And those were the last words that Yesung heard before fading into darkness.

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Ack! This chapter didn't actually came out the way I wanted it to! But I hope you guys will be able to enjoy this chapter anyways.
Stay safe always! <3 Cheers darlings!

A Walk Through Darkness : Chapter One

2009-10-12T00:14:41Z

Title : A Walk Through Darkness
Pairing : Kangin + Yesung
Genre : Angst / Romance / Drama
Rating : T
Warning : UNBETA-ED, F-words & Co.
Summary : Someone is seeking revenge on Kangin. And he knows just exactly how to get to him.

It was rush hour, the streets of Yongsan were congested with vehicles, and the fact that it was a Friday evening only made traffic matters worse. Kangin and Yesung were on their way home from recording a show when they decided to make a quick stop at the supermarket. Sure, Kangin had whined about it, but postponing the trip down to the supermarket was not an option. They desperately needed a bag of rice, meat, and a whole lot of ramen.

After about 10 minutes of going round and round the parking lot with no luck of finding an empty space to park their car, Yesung volunteered to make a quick run into the supermarket to grab what they needed, leaving Kangin to wait in the car.

Having nothing to do while waiting for Yesung's return, he turned to his cellphone in attempt to entertain his bored self. Looking through the pictures stored in his phone, Kangin chuckled to himself, his eyes twinkled and a soft smile tugged on his face. It was no surprise that most of the pictures were of Yesung's. "Jongwoon-ah you're such a camwhore!" Another chuckle escaped his lips, and he flipped the phone close, shoving it carelessly into one of the pockets in his jacket.

The minutes kept ticking by, and there was still no sign of Yesung.

Glancing at the digital digits mounted on the dashboard, his brows creased into a frown. "Where is he?" Kangin wondered as his eyes instinctively made a quick sweep around the area. He was getting restless from waiting and his stomach was starting to grumble.

He momentarily thought about calling Yesung to ask what was taking him so long, but decided against it as he thought about the endless possibilities. "The queue at the cash register must be epic for him to be taking this long! Perhaps he couldn't find what he's looking for... or could it be that he's surrounded by a swarm of fangirls?" Kangin reasoned with himself. "Or..." He hesitated, "Or he got himself in trouble..." The thought was automatic, and he quickly shoved the negative idea out of his mind. "Why did he even think that?"

As if on cue, a shrilling tone emanated from his cellphone, making him jump slightly in his seat. Quickly, he fished out the ringing cellphone from his pocket, a small smile fitted across his face when he saw the caller ID. It's about time! He thought as he flipped the phone open and pressed it to his ear.

"Jongwoon-ah! What's taking you so long?" Kangin asked casually, expecting that Yesung would come up with a list of excuses, but only to be greeted by an unsettling silence on the other end of the line.

"Hellooo Youngwoon-shii... or should I call you... Kangin?" The unfamiliar male voice on the other line teased in a malicious manner, sending chills down Kangin's spine.

"J-J-Jongwoon?" His brows knotted in confusion. "W-who is this?" An involuntary stammer obvious in his voice as sick, unsettling feeling crept up on him.

A half hearted laugh erupted from the other end of the line. " Tsk, tsk, tsk, don't you remember me anymore? Ouch, I'm deeply hurt."

For a second, he thought that someone was trying to pull a prank on him. But he knew better, Yesung would never pull out anything like this as a joke. None of his friends would. Suddenly, his heart was beating loudly in his ears . "Who the fuck are you! And where's Yesung!"

"Ooh, mind your language Kangin-sshi, or Yesung-sshi here might have to pay for it." The man responded in an even but sinister tone.

Yesung.

His hammering heart skipped a beat when the man on the line mentioned Yesung's name. Kangin felt a sudden chill spread throughout his body. This was definitely not a joke, nor a prank. He knew that much.

Whoever the lunatic was, he's got Yesung, and that fact surely didn't settle well with him. He raked his mind for a clue, trying to figure out the identity of the culprit that is taunting and threatening him. There was something alarmingly familiar with the way he says Kangin's name, and he noticed the obvious Gyeongsang dialect in the man's voice. Out of nowhere, realization struck him, his eyes widened as he pieced it all together.

"Woojin?" He paused, praying that he was wrong. "I-Is that you Woojin-ah?"

"Oh, so you do remember who I am Kangin-sshi? I'm impressed... Really, really impressed. Nice to be finally talking to you again Kangin-sshi, Korea's number one handsome man." The voice said sarcastically, obviously mocking him.

A mix of anger and fear surged through his being as the enormity of the situation dawned on him. This bastard had taken Yesung, and god knows what he was planning to do with him. "Woojin... where is Yesung? What have you done to him?" Kangin questioned through clenched teeth, trying to stay as calmed as possible.

Instead of answering, the man laughed at Kangin's concern for his lover.

"Where is Yesung! Woojin-ah!" Kangin was getting more than a little pissed off by now.

Another round of chuckle elicited from the man, fully aware that he had hit the right nerve. Kangin was definitely freaking out over Yesung's well-being . And that was exactly what he had wanted ; to hear fear and anguish in Kangin's voice. "Ooo... temper... temper..." He teased, knowing that he's pushing all the right buttons that would slowly but surely make Kangin crumble. "Let's just say that Yesung-sshi is currently out of commission, and he can't talk right now."

"Cut the crap!" Kangin snapped, no longer able to keep the boiling anger at bay. "Where's Yesung? I swear to god, if you hurt him, I'm going to--"

"You're going to what Kangin? What are you going to do? Find me and hurt me? Kill me?" He taunted. "I've already knocked him out of consciousness, wonder what you're gonna do about that!" The voice paused to laugh, giving off the vibe that he's clearly mentally deranged. "Your little Jongwoon here is quite a fighter, I must say. I was expecting that it would be rather easy to take him down, but I was wrong. Had to take a few swings at him with my baseball bat to knock him out." He finished his deliberated ramblings with a scoff.

"Son of a bitch!" Kangin hissed angrily when he heard about the harm that had been inflicted on Yesung. The asshole had actually beaten his Jongwoon. A hard lump formed in his throat, and his eyes were stinging with hot tears. If only he could reach into the phone and strangle him for hurting Yesung, he definitely would.

Kangin cleared his throat in an a attempt to regain his composure. "W-woojin... what is it exactly do you want ?"

The man lets out a hearty, chilling laugh. "What do I want?" He paused for a mere second and continued bitterly, voice raised. "What I want is for you watch the person you love suffer! What I really want is for you to pay for what you've done! That's what I want!" he growled, venom lacing every single word.

Cold fear gripped Kangin's heart like a vice when he learned that Yesung would be the real victim in Woojin's sick revenge plot. Woojin, the sick fuck, wanted Kangin to watch Yesung suffer. "No! No! Don't you dare lay a finger on him Woojin-ah! He has nothing to do with what happened! Leave him out of this! If you hate me so much, come and get me instead, you asshole! Just let him go!" He was yelling now, angry and frustrated that Yesung had been unnecessarily involved.

"Nu-uh, you're in no position to order me around Kangin, especially not with poor little Jongwoon currently under my care." Woojin sneered. "Well, I need to go now, your boyfriend needs to be taken care of, and there's so much to do. But don't worry... I'll call you again tomorrow to keep you updated."

"No! Don't! Don't hang up!" Kangin yelled into the phone.

Ignoring Kangin's request, the man added. "And remember... if you call the police and get them involved in our little private game, I'll make damned sure that Yesung will be taking his last breath before they could track me." He warned menacingly. "Have a nice day Kangin-sshi! We'll speak again soon." With that, the call ended.

No words came out of Kangin's mouth, his brain too stunned from fear, and his heart jammed in his throat. It was all too much for him to accept.

Kangin sucked in a ragged breath, running a trembling hand through his hair. His mind racing with incomprehensible thoughts as his worry for Yesung's safety grew immensely. "Oh god, please, please let him be okay!" He prayed loudly, in hopes that god would be on his side with this one.

"I'm going to find you Jongwoon, just hang on. No matter what, I'll get you back! Just hang on."

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First chapters are never easy for me. *cries* Started over a few times, added a few things, chuck out a few...I've tried my best. I'll be honest, I think it's because I'm more eager to write chapter 2.
*slaps self* Cheers and Stay safe darlings! <3

Breathe : Oneshot

2009-09-30T00:48:48Z

Title: Breathe.
Rated: T
Type : Oneshot
Pairing : Yesung + Kangin
Warning: UNBETA-ED, F-words & Co.
Summary : It's deep into the night, and he can't breathe.

Kangin was sprawled on the bed, on his stomach, left arm dangling off the bed's edge, snoring lightly on the queen size bed.

The sound of someone coughing, wheezing and gasping for air woke Kangin from his slumber. His dark brown eyes snapped open and he automatically turned to his side, his sleepy eyes staring thoughtfully at the form lying beside him. He waited to see if the unsettling sounds had came from the man beside him.

Another strangled cough echoed trough the room and Kangin quickly rose from his position, sitting up on the bed. "Jongwoon-ah!"

No reply. Just another cough, followed by wheezing sound filling the air.

Yesung was lying on his side, facing the wall with his back facing Kangin. He could clearly see that the older man's body was trembling in an odd fashion. His brows knotted in an anxious frown. "Jongwoon?"He called out again, suddenly feeling nervous.

Placing a hand on Yesung's arm, he gently turned the man to his side, so Yesung would be facing him.

What he saw when Yesung was turned to his side was unpleasant. Yesung was pale, really really pale. His face glistened with sweat and his colorless lips gasped for air that wouldn't come through. What the hell? Only one thing came into his mind when he tried to make out a logical reason to what's currently happening to Yesung.

"Jongwoon! I-Is it... your asthma?"Kangin knew that as a child, Yesung had asthma. But like a lot of other kids who suffered asthma in their childhood, he grew out of it. He never had any problems with it since. Well, maybe except for that one time, years ago when they were still trainees. That incident almost damned gave everyone a heart attack. But since that one incident, Yesung had been asthma free.

Acting purely on instinct, he pulled Yesung closer to him."Breathe with me, Jongwoon-ah, slow and steady breaths just like me." He easily managed to pull Yesung up into a propped up position against the bed's headboard, knowing that he'd breathe easier sitting up.

"Where's your puffer thing?" The specific word to use is somewhere in his head, but he just couldn't pick out the exact word.

"In... inha...ler." Yesung managed to wheeze out to correct him.

"Yeah, that. Where is it?" He's about ready to sprint out off their shared bed to turn the room upside down, in the quest for the little blue plastic bugger.

Yesung sluggishly stretched his arm out pointing to the side of his bed. He wanted to say something, but his chest was so tight and he was too busy trying to pull air into his starving lungs.

Wasting no time, Kangin moved to look for the inhaler. He tried the bed stand drawer first, but Yesung waved a hand lethargically, indicating that it's not there. Kangin shot him a puzzled look. Where the hell is it then? His head instinctively scanned the surrounding area and his eyes caught the sight of a blue plastic object on the floor.

"Here! Jongwoonie! Here you go! Here you go!" Kangin guided the inhaler to Yesung's mouth, assisting the other man's clumsy weak fingers to push down on the inhaler, releasing the medicine into his struggling lungs. Yesung lets his head fall back against the headboard and held his breath, eyes closed, allowing what little medicine he received to flow deeply into his lungs.

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10...

Kangin watched Yesung intently, waiting and hoping for the medicine to take effect. "Better?" he questioned anxiously while his hand rubs comforting circles in between Yesung's shoulder blades, trying to soothe him. But Yesung didn't reply. He couldn't. His breaths wheezy and his chest still making congested sounds.

Yesung coughed as he tried to inhale the much needed air and clear his throat at the same time, but he ended up choking and coughing even more, making the wheezing sound more pronounced than before. Another wave of panic washed over Kangin when he realized that Yesung was still working hard to breathe. "Take another puff!" Kangin once again placed the inhaler in front of Yesung's lips, eyes pleading for him to take another puff of the inhaler. But this time Yesung turned his face away from the inhaler.

"What the fuck Jongwoon!" His voice was suddenly on the rise. Worry had long turned into silent panic, but now the panic slowly building into frustration and fear. "Take another damned shot of your inhaler! What's wrong with you?" He tried to keep his voice down, but he failed. He's just so damned scared that Yesung would stop breathing altogether.

"F...fi...nished..."

"What? No!" He looked wide eyed at the inhaler in his hand, as if expecting for some kind of answer from it. He shook the inhaler vigorously , trying to find out if there's any content left at all. "Damn it!" He hissed. What do I do now! What do I do now! Stay calm! I need to stay calm!

He took a deep stuttering breath, trying to calm himself down and get his panic at a manageable level. Knowing full well that his panicking will only lead Yesung to panic as well, making it more difficult for him to breathe.

"Okay.It's okay... you're okay Jongwoon-ah!" Kangin said calmly, trying to convince Yesung that everything is under control.

The truth is, he doesn't know if things are really under control. Yesung was still wheezing and gasping for air, and Kangin is just scared shitless that things might get any worse.

"I think you need a hospital" Best damned idea he had all night. But before he could move to look for his cellphone, a small hand tugged at him, stopping him in his track. "S-stay.." The wheezy voice requested.

"But Jongwoon-ah..." Kangin wanted to decline flat out on the request, but he couldn't do it. Not when Yesung's eyes all glazed up, pleading and vulnerable. When Yesung had told him to stay, there's so much more to it than that.

"G-give it... some...time...if it doens't-" Yesung struggled with every word said and Kangin cuts him off so Yesung can save his breath.

"Okay. Okay, okay..." He lowered himself next to Yesung once again, pulling the smaller man into his arms gently, careful not to restrict Yesung's breathing any further.

Ten minutes at most. That's it. If Yesung isn't getting any better, he's definitely calling the ambulance. But in the mean time, he's determined to stay close and help Yesung through it.

"Jongwoon-ah, C'mon! Look at me...You need to calm down and breathe." His voice was firm but soft, willing the other man to breathe. He continue to murmur soft reassurances as his hand slid up the slender sweat-slicked back, caressing gently and encouraging him that everything is alright.

Yesung complied, he glanced up at Kangin, and felt himself calmed somewhat. The voice was soft and soothing, coaxing him to calm down, to breathe. His heavy chest slowly felt lighter, he was finally able to take in bigger breaths , just enough to settle his oxygen deprived lungs.

Kangin took notice on Yesung's improvement. His breathing still wheezy, but not as noisy and disturbing as it had been moments ago, he could feel Yesung's body slowly calming down and he took comfort in that. "That's it Jongwoonie, that's it..." He cooed quietly in Yesung's ear. "Just breathe. You're okay now."

Seeing that Yesung had quieten somewhat, Kangin decided to poke at the subject. "Does this happen often?" His voice remained in a soft demeanor, and there's the unmistakable worry in it.

Yesung nodded slightly as a reply. "Nothing bad like this one though." He admitted, seeing no point in hiding the truth. "I usually got it under control, doesn't even effect me and my daily activities." He lets out a single cough at the end of his sentence.

Kangin frowned at the information he received, feeling guilty that he hadn't even notice what was going with Yesung all these while.

"The doctor thinks it's the weather, it triggered my asthma."

Kangin nodded in understanding, the weather had been quite a bitch for the past months. This year's summer was definitely one of the worst he had experienced. The heat, the extreme humidity, it's all bad, no wonder it had triggered the asthma.

Global warming. Definitely gotta stop it.

"I'm sorry Jongwoon-ah. I didn't even know, didn't even notice that you've been having these episodes." He realized that they hadn't spent time alone together for months. He had always been busy with this and that. Busy with everything and everybody else except for his Jongwoon.

"It's okay..." Yesung answered, his voice just above whisper,sounding defeated.

"No. It's not okay Jongwoon-ah! I...I... could have lost you." He pulled back slightly to look at Yesung's handsome face, grateful to see that his face had regained some color, his lips no longer pale. "I can't, and I don't want to lose you..." He gazed deep into Yesung's eyes, baring the sincerity of his heart. Before he knew it, his lips were gently touching on Yesung's.

Yesung gasped lightly when their lips came in contact. A part of him wanted to pull away, but electricity sparked between them the moment their lips touched, he couldn't resist it, he returned the kiss, enjoying the sensation lingering on his lips. He missed it. He missed being with Kangin so much. He missed the sense of security and comfort he always felt when they were together. Now that everything that he had been longing for was there right in front of him, he couldn't just let it go.

Just when Kangin was about to deepen the kiss, the image of Yesung uncharacteristically winded and gasping for air danced across his mind. Jongwoon needs to breathe! What am I doing stealing more breaths from him! With that thought in mind, he gently pulled away, reluctantly breaking the kiss. Leaving Yesung weak and breathless once more.

When their lips parted from each other, Kangin studied Yesung's features, those eyes held so much love, pain, hope, lust and fear for him. He wanted so much to press his lips against those pretty lips but he's too scared to risk it. Not after what had happened not too long ago.

"Sorry, I should have waited at least until when you're better." He flashed Yesung a big smile, brushing the older man's cheek with his thumb.

"It's...okay...I'm better now... thanks to you." He blushed at his own words, enjoying Kangin's thumb stroking at his cheek. The bigger man then pulled him closer into a hug.

The two of them gathered in the middle of their bed, Kangin's arms wrapped around Yesung's body protectively and Yesung had his head rested against Kangin's chest, feeling comfortable and content, but undeniably tired after the ordeal he faced earlier. His eyes were slowly drooping against his will. He wanted to enjoy it longer, not knowing if a moment like this will ever come again. The steady comfort of Kangin's heartbeat lulled him to sleep and he could no longer fight the sleep that came to claim him.

A big smile tugged on his face as he watched Yesung stubbornly fought the battle with sleep and lost. My Jongwoonie is always so stubborn. He chuckled lightly. At that moment he realized that he hadn't been truly happy in such a long time. And tonight, despite what happened, he felt truly happy and complete, and he knew who to thank for that. Jongwoon-ah... I love you..good night..." He whispered, determined to stay awake to watch over the sleeping man.

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*Gulp* My fail attempt at things like these. But I needed to start somewhere right?I was writing my other story when this came into mind. nana_desiree was hoping that I could finish this oneshot before I go off to Singapore today. So I hope it's not too painful to read. I was planning to post my other fic by this week, but I'm not even half done with it and I'm not sure if I'll have internet connection while I'm in Singapore. Wheee Singapore! Here I come! 6 Hours flight oh noes!

Cheers and Stay Safe darlings! <3

We Never Dance Alone : Chapter Eight : Final

2009-09-15T23:59:42Z

Title: We Never Dance Alone
Rated: T
Genre : Drama / Angst / Friendship
Characters : Kangin ,Yesung & Leeteuk.
Warning: UNBETA-ED, F-words & Co., mindless whumpage of characters, possibly inaccurate medical jargon.
Summary : Since the accident, things had been spiraling out of control. Will things get any better for the boys?

On the 9th day mark of Kangin's successfully received transplant, the doctors had given him an all-clear to continue to recover at the comfort of his own home. He will still need close follow-up consultations with the doctors for another month or two, but that's nothing to be complained about. He was nothing but glad to finally be able to leave the hospital. Good riddance sucky hospital food.

But leaving the hospital means that he'll be away from Yesung, and that thought troubled him greatly.

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After much harassing and cajoling his manager, Kangin finally got what he wanted ; a ride down to the hospital so he can pay Yesung a visit.

When they arrived in front of Yesung's room, Kangin turned to his manager, nodding slightly assuring him that he would be okay on his own. The manager understood and respected their need to be alone, so he decided to wait down at the cafeteria.

The doctor had explained to Kangin earlier, that Yesung was still very weak and his condition hadn't improved any but surprisingly he had a good night last night and he's been awake and alert for most of the day.

He took a deep breath before entering the room and plastered a silly grin on his face.

"Hey.. Sungie.. " he touched Yesung's cheek lightly. You look better today." He lied. In terms of appearance, Yesung looked terrible, his face gaunt, his skin pallid and dark circles decorated his eyes.

"Hey..." Yesung replied quietly. His brows creased in confusion when he noticed that Kangin was no longer clad in hospital attire.

As if reading Yesung's mind, Kangin gave him a soft smile and explained. "I'm out of the hospital! I'm healing nicely as expected, so they allowed me to go home." He grinned awkwardly despite the guilty feeling brewing inside of him, knowing the situation should be reversed. Yesung wouldn't be lying sick on the hospital bed if it wasn't for him.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably and continued. "Oh! So.. I went back to the dorm yesterday, and I brought something for you to see. But you gotta close your eyes!"

"Close your eyes Jongwoon-ah!" Kangin ordered in his usual demanding tone.

Yesung wanted to hesitate at first, but he was too tired to even try, so he complied and closed his eyes.

Satisfied that the older man had closed his eyes as told, Kangin slowly placed the bulky bag he was carrying on the floor, carefully taking a little something out of the portable mini aquarium hidden in his bag.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now!"

When he opened his eyes he was greeted with a familiar looking pet turtle cupped protectively in Kangin's palm. "Ta-da! Ttangkoma misses you, so I thought I'd take him along for a visit." He smiled brightly hoping that the little gesture would lighten up Yesung's mood.

Yesung smiled weakly but genuinely up at Kangin, a warm feeling blossomed in his chest. "T-ttang-koma..." he reached out feebly to touch the reptile friend that he hadn't seen for so long. The urge to cry washed over him and he mentally scolded himself. Stop being such a baby Jongwoon!

"Youngwoon-ah...." he rasped. "T-thank you... I've missed him, I-I thought that everyone had forgotten about him. I was worried no one would feed him."

"Are you kidding? You should give Wookie some credit, he did a good job taking care of your turtle." He quipped, but then suddenly lowering his voice "Can I keep him now?" His eyes darted towards the door, worried that a nurse or a doctor might randomly come in. "They're going to chew on my ass if they find out about this!"

Yesung gave a slight nod, the short reunion with his Ttangkoma was more than enough, relieved to know his pet is still being taken well cared of. Thanks Wookie... "T-thanks Youngwoon-ah... I appreciate it... It must have been troublesome for you..." he said softly, he couldn’t generate enough energy to make his voice louder.

Kangin tightened his lips into a thin smile and ruffled Yesung's hair. "This was no problem at all." Nothing compared to what you've done for me. He thought sadly.

The small excitement left Yesung feeling exhausted and he's starting to feel a little off, but he tried to push away the feeling.

Their little moment ended with an awkward silence. Both men had so much to say but nothing came out. Yesung was too tired to talk. Just breathing was hard enough. Holding up a decent conversation would be almost impossible, and Kangin was just too caught up with the jumbled mess of emotions running through his head.

Kangin tried to steer away from the touchy subject, he didn't want to ruin the atmosphere, but damn it, Kangin and his big mouth. The words rolled off his tongue before he could stop it.

"Jongwoon-ah.. why? You could have avoided all this, you could be doing the things you love right now, singing, performing, not lying here in an unnecessary mess like this! " The familiar tremor laced his voice as sudden tears gathered in his eyes. The light atmosphere turned dark and solemn.

He couldn't understand why people keep questioning his actions and decisions when the reason is crystal clear. "B-because...we're...family.. aren't we? We are...Super Junior...aren't we are all brothers? We never dance alone...we...we dance together...not matter w-whatw-we help each o-other....r-right..? His words came at random intervals caused by his stuttered breaths.

The other man scrubbed his hands over his face trying to rid the burning feeling in his eyes. He understood. But refused to accept. "Fuck! But look at this! Look at you!" Anger and despair mixed and burned like fire in his chest. "I don't know what I'd do if anything happens to you Jongwoon-ah!" There- he said it.

"I-I know you're m-mad, If I were you... I think I might be mad too... but I...did...what I had to..." God, he was so freaking tired and breathing was becoming such an effort, but he had to finish, he had to let Kangin know this. "I dont want to die Youngwoon, but if I'm going to.. I want you to know... that I don't regret my decision..." he paused to catch his breath. "Never did and never will." his voice quavered so much that by logic it would be almost hard for Kangin to understand. Except that Kangin was able to understand it all. And it hit him like a bullet through his heart that leaves a gaping hole.

Yesung sighed, but it sounded more like a wheeze. " I-I'd..do it again in a heart beat if I have to Youngwoon-ah... " Tears leaked from the corner of his eyes. Emotions hit him easy nowadays especially with his weakened condition. He couldn't hold back the tears, he felt so defeated and helpless. His energy suddenly disappearing and his vision slowly graying.

Kangin fell into silence. Yesung's words left his mind reeling in chaos. He had to look away from Yesung. Suddenly it was too much for him to handle. He swallowed a sob and scrubbed his hands over his face before straightening to his full height. Placing his hand on Yesung's, he gave it a light squeeze. "Rest Jongwoon-ah... I'll be back tomorrow, manager hyung is waiting for me at the cafeteria anyways." He paused. He didn't want to leave Yesung yet, but he felt that it was necessary at that time. He couldn't let Yesung watch him crumble. "Have a good rest and feel better tomorrow." He encouraged before turning his heels quietly towards the door leaving the other man to dwell in his on thoughts.

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His schedule had taken up most of his day, but that didn't stop him from coming down to the hospital. He walked through the familiar plain off-white hallway of the hospital, heading towards Yesung's room.

He entered the room cautiously and was halted by the stillness in the air .He noticed a heart monitor now stood beside Yesung's bed, switched on and attached to the man lying on the bed. They must have hooked him on the machine while he was away, he thought to himself.

It's a clear sign that Yesung's health was further deteriorating.

Labored breathing echoed loudly through the dimly lit room. Yesung's breathing was harsh, grating as he worked to take in air and push it back out again. Leeteuk had no idea why the medical personnel had decided to put him back on a nasal canula when Yesung clearly was working hard to breathe.

Leeteuk eased himself heavily down onto the chair beside the bed. Yesung's skin glistened with fever induced sweat. Tiny wheezing sounds were coming from his colorless lips, his face was still pale and flushed.

"Sungie-ah..." He reached for the damp cloth on the bedside and leaned over the bed, running the cool cloth against Yesung's hot skin, causing the sick young man to flinch away and whimper as the coolness made contact with his heat radiated skin.

Yesung's fever-glazed eyes opened to a mere slits, looking disoriented. "H-hhyung... w-where am I? he mumbled incoherently.

His heart shattered. Yesung's voice sounded so small, so unsure, so innocently young. He must be really ill to become this confused and disoriented. Leeteuk tried his best to keep his voice steady. "Shhh... Sungie-ah it's okay you're in the hospital." He reached out to push Yesung's wet bangs to the side, running the cool cloth on his forehead, his fevered breath felt so hot against Leeteuk's wrist.

"H-hospital?..." His face contorted into further confusion."W-w-want to go h-home..." he wheezed out.

"Soon Sungie..soon, when you're better, you can go home...okay? But you gotta be strong and fight this..and get better..." He cooed, as if he was talking to a young child.

Yesung eyes drifted closed again, but he managed a small slight nod and he continue to mumble. "Y-Youngwoon..tell...tell him...'m sorry I was l-late..d-ddidn't mean to..." He slurred, his words becoming increasingly incomprehensible.

Leeteuk didn't know what Yesung was on about, but he played along. "Okay Sungie.. I'll tell him, but you gotta promise me that you'll get better soon okay?" Yesung didn't reply, his puffy eyes closed, his face relaxed somewhat. He must have drifted back to sleep.

For a few second, he studied his sleeping friend. A sudden realization crashed upon him. Sure, he had a good relationship with Yesung. But he never really had a chance to treat and protect Yesung like he does to his other donsaengs. It's not that he never wanted to, it's just that Yesung had always been able to take care of himself, always able to handle the things that had been thrown at him on his own. Sometimes the members would turn to Yesung with their problems, but he wondered if Yesung had anyone to turn to.

Teukie, you're supposed to be aware of this things! He berated himself mentally. But then again, it's really hard to realize things like this when you have eleven other people to watch out for.

"I'm sorry Sungie-ah, when you get better, I'll make it up to you, we'll spend more time together.

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A shrill warning noise screamed through the silence, jolting Leeteuk from his restless nap. His head shot up, hazy mind trying to figure out where the piercing sound came from, but his brain failed to register what was going on around him. He barely managed to register the erratic line on the heart monitor screen attached to his friend before he felt himself gently move away towards the corner of the room. Medical staff flooded in, and then room exploded into sudden flurry of activity.

And realization hit him like a brick. His eyes snapped open wide, the sleepy feeling that was engulfing him disappeared immediately.

Yesung!

He had been in Yesung's room, and the unsettling sound must have came from the heart monitor he was hooked on. His breath caught in his chest, and his heart slammed wildly against his ribs. "Oh no, Sungie!"

He stood near the doorway helplessly, watching the chaos before him. This can't be real. He blinked a few times to confirm the image before him, making sure that he wasn't dreaming.

"His blood pressure is bottoming out, doctor!!" One of the nurse called out.

"We're losing his pulse!" Another female voice added sternly in the middle of the ruckus.

"Start manual compression!" The tall mysterious looking doctor ordered. One of the medical technician spurred into action, placing an ambu bag over Yesung's nose and mouth forcing air into his lungs "Get the crash cart here stat! He's going to arrest!"

And he did. The steady monotonous tone that came from the heart monitor indicates that Kim Jongwoon's heart had stopped struggling to beat.

"Shit! The doctor cursed. "Push another mg of atropine and don't stop with the compression!" The doctor's tone no longer calm, worried that his young patient might actually lose his life this time around.

"He's in V-Fib!" The doctor glanced at the heart monitor upon hearing one of his assistant's comment. "Give me the cardiac needle and get the damn paddles now" The doctor inserted the needle directly into Yesung's heart with hopes that it would solve the current problem. He glanced up at the heart monitor to confirm any changes.

"He's not responding doc!" A voice said in an almost defeated fashion.

"Come on, Yesung-sshi!" The doctor muttered to himself, not willing to lose the young man's life. "Charge the paddles to 250! Clear!" He ordered and applied the defibrillator paddle to Yesung's exposed chest delivering an electrical charge to his heart. He watched Yesung's thin frame lurched upwards as the electrical shock flowed into his body. The doctor checked on the monitor again. "Damn it! Charge to 300! Clear!

Leeteuk screwed his eyes shut at the sight of his friend's frail form lurching off the bed. Another sight that he won't be able to forget for the rest of his life.

"We got him back doc! But his pulse is weak." The doctor lets out a sigh of relief. "Good job Yesung-sshi, good job..." He said silently as he patted the young man's arm. "Get him prepped to be moved up to the ICU, and draw out some of his blood. I need to run a few more tests."

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The tall mysterious looking doctor finally made his appearance. Walking towards the two men, he didn’t look forward to delivering the news regarding his patient.

As soon as Kangin saw the familiar doctor, he rose to his feet, followed by Leeteuk. Worry lines obvious on their young tired faces. "How is he?" They asked in unison.

"Have a seat Leeteuk-sshi, Kangin-sshi." The doctor motioned towards the bench. "Right now Yesung-sshi is in a semi-comatose state." He heard Leeteuk gasped at his statement.
"I know that this is a lot to take, especially after everything that had been going on with Yesung-sshi." he offered his deepest sympathy. "With the infection and pneumonia raging his body, Yesung-sshi eventually went into septic shock. We're trying to keep things within our control, but at this rate there's not much we can do but to let the medication run it's course. We've administered stronger antibiotics for him and because of his weakened lungs we've put him on the ventilator to support his breathing" The doctor tried his best to keep his tone professional.

"Is he going to be okay?" Leeteuk interjected.

The doctor hesitated for a moment. "The mortality rate for septic shock is high. Yesung-sshi is young, but his body has been through a lot since the accident. I'm concerned that his heart might be showing early signs of failure. We are already giving him medication for that.
If he doesn't respond to the medication, he might be facing multiple organ failure and eventually fall into a full comatose state. And when that happens, there's nothing much we can do, he will be depending on life support until-"

A surge of anger washed over him like a hot wave of fury. No.! he's not dying! He's not! Kangin yelled. He can't die! You gotta do something! anything!"

"Leeteuk sshi, Kangin sshi... " The doctor continued, his tone was calm and practiced. "We've done all we can for him, and we will definitely continue to assist him aggressively in this fight. But please understand that his body is just too weak-"

For the second time Kangin cuts off the doctor before he could finish. "No! I don't want to hear it! You do what you need to do! Don't give me this bullshit!" Kangin looked like he was about to charge at the innocent doctor, but Leeteuk held him in place, telling him to calm down. "Youngwoon-ah, it's not gonna make things any better if you take it out on the doctor, he's only doing his job."

"I'm sorry.I wish there was a better news for the both you." The doctor truly was sorry. "You can see him if you wish, he's settled in the ICU. Keep talking to him, encourage him, it would be a good help for him." he encouraged. "I'll make sure to grant you all-time access to be with Yesung-sshi in his ICU room." The doctor then gave them a small bow before turning away.

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Both men quietly entered the room. The sight before them robbed their breath away.

Kangin's steps stopped dead as he allowed himself to take in Yesung's full appearance. His eyes were closed and his skin was almost as white as the sheets. Series of wires and more tubes attached to his body, running beneath the hospital gown. The heart monitor beeps quietly beside the bed, a blood pressure cuff wrapped around his left arm and a pulse oximeter attached to his finger. Yesung seems to be attached to every medical equipment available. But none of them were as disturbing as the plastic tube threaded down Yesung's throat, delivering air into his lungs mechanically.

He looked perfectly peaceful, almost as if he was sleeping soundly.

Acidic bile begin to bubble at the back of his throat. Kangin couldn’t help but think that it should have been him lying in that bed instead of Yesung.

Unable to contain his emotion, he tore away his gaze from Yesung's too still form and made a hasty exit out of the room, his feet led him towards the fire escape located at the end of the hallway.

"Damn it!" he screamed, banging his fist on the wall, taking out his anger on the painted cement. Tears pouring uncontrollably down his face. "God damn it!" He hit the wall once more, leaned his back against it, and sunk down to the linoleum floor. The doctor's words kept ringing in his head. Yesung is dying, and it's all because of him. Yesung would have never been placed in this position if it wasn't for him. "Jongwoon-ah... I don't know how I'm going to face another day if anything happens to you." He brought his hands to his face, sobbing uncontrollably.

The heavy doors of the fire escape creaked open. "Kangin-ah.." Leeteuk walked towards Kangin. Kneeling down beside the younger man, he placed his hand on Kangin's shoulder, the man didn't shy away from his touch.

Kangin trembled as the sobs became more pronounced. "Teuk hyung... I did this to him! I can't do this anymore hyung.. I can't...It hurts a lot..it hurts too much to even look at him."

Leeteuk's heart broke along with Kangin's.

"You have no idea how many times I feel the need to take it out on everyone Youngwoon-ah! Run away, stop coming to the hospital just so I don't have to see him suffer like this. You have no idea Youngwoon-ah...My heart pained for both of you, and Jongwoon.. he kept getting worse under my watch... how am I supposed to feel ? How..? But I thought about him, about what he's done, I realize I have to be strong for him too. He needs us to be strong too.

"I'm not as strong as you think hyung! I'm not!" Kangin didn't care anymore that he's crying like a baby.

Leeteuk stared at Kangin's pained eyes, "Who said that you were strong? Just because you're "Kangin" you're supposed to be okay when your friend's fighting for his life? I'm not strong too, but I have to be Kangin, we have to be strong...for his sake..."

"Youngwoon-ah, he never gave up on you , you can't give up on him...especially not now. He's going to get through this, he just needs us to have faith in him." .Leeteuk couldn’t let Kangin hear any doubt in his voice.

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The ICU was unearthly quiet aside from the steady click and whoosh of air coming from Yesung’s ventilator and the incessant beeping of the heart monitor. Sitting next to Yesung's bed watching the mechanical rise and fall of his chest was especially painful for him.

Exhaustion was beginning to take a toll on him. His emotions were all over the place and it was making him dizzy. Kangin sniffed loudly, mouth trembling and tears spilling down his face.

"Jongwoon-ah... you have got to bounce out of this, fight! I know you must be really tired by now...but, quitting is not an option. Our Yesung never quits on anything, and you can't start now." He paused in attempt to steady his voice. "Take your time ..but just...just come back to us okay? Everyone misses you.." He choked back a sob.

"I know... I've said things to hurt you, my actions towards you...they might be too much. I-I just want you to know I never meant to hurt you, it's just... that you're too cute when you get teased." He stifled an awkward laugh, an effort to make himself feel slightly better. "But I'm sorry Jongwoon-ah, I'm sorry for not being there for you...I'm sorry for taking you for granted! I'm sorry for what I've said before we had gotten into this hell of a mess. I didn't mean them." More tears spilled down,his face red from crying. "I wish I could turn back time and change things...but I can't." It was getting harder to talk, his head feels heavy and his heart aches too much. He once again felt grief tugging at him, piercing through his being. "I-i have nothing to give you Jongwoon-ah.. I don't know how to fix this..."

He sat silently for a few minutes just staring at Yesung's slack face. He wanted to say more, but it was almost time for him to leave. His manager would pop by any minute to take him home, there's no way in hell he'd let his manager see him like this.

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Yesung's condition had been bouncing around, almost as if teasing them, keeping them on the edges of their seats. His health would improve greatly, but only to plummet down back into danger zone later on. Yesung's body still fought the infection that seemed to be gripping him like a vice, showing no signs of letting up. Leeteuk and Kangin were told by one of the doctors that Yesung's heart might not be able to handle the strain anymore. And that they might need to prepare themselves, seeing that the young man might lose his battle anytime. Both Leeteuk and Kangin had been worried and angry at the doctors words. But they wouldn't buy it. They refuse to believe it.

Leeteuk found himself nodding off in the chair. Opening his eyes, he looked around blearily around the room and frowned at the sight of Kangin's uncomfortable form snoring lightly in the plastic chair across him. He moved his attention on Yesung, watching for any signs of distress or wakefulness.

"Sungie-ah.. you're trying to give this old man a heart attack? You never really had gotten yourself into any trouble all these years. But this time you made your point.. you can be quite a toublemaker." He laughed to himself softly. You have got-"

His soft ramblings were intterupted by the presence of the tall mysterious looking doctor. Leeteuk had to admit, he was more comfortable with this particular doctor.

They greeted each other lightly as the doctor carried on with the routine check up on his patient. "He's doing much better today, his oxygen levels are better too. I'm going to see about weaning him off the ventilator and replacing it with a normal oxygen mask. He's been showing steady signs of improvement these past few days." The doctor nodded, satisfied with his patient's improvement.

"Really?" Leeteuk asked wide eyed. His eyes shining with tears.

The doctor nodded once more. "He's a fighter Leeteuk-sshi. His body had gone through so much, it was unimaginable. And yet he's still here. He's fighting hard, and I'm sure he'll bounce back from this soon." He kept his voice low, minding the other sleeping man in the room.

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He was sure that he was hearing voices. But they were so muffled and unclear to him. He tried to open his eyes slowly, but screwed them shut again as the intruding bright light pierced his vision.

"H-h-hyung? Y-y-youngwoon? he called out breathlessly, his own voice muffled. His eyes searched around under the half-mast, hoping to see the familiar faces.

"Jongwoon!" "Sungie!" Kangin and Leeteuk pretty much jumped towards the bed the second they heard Yesung's weak voice.

A big smile plastered across Kangin's face, his hand moved to brush back Yesung's hair. "You're awake!" He exclaimed, tone filled with mixed emotions.

"I'll get the doctor!" Leeteuk called out in excitement.

"Y-youngwoon..." Yesung reached for the oxygen mask , trying to rid the obstruction over his mouth and nose. But Kangin was quick to stop Yesung's sluggish hand. "You need it.. leave it.."

The other man's face contorted in confusion, not actually sure what's happening around him.

“You're awake I see." another voice interrupted, seemingly out of nowhere. "Yesung-sshi, I’m going to check your pressure okay?” Yesung nodded slightly despite his confusion. When the doctor was done, he continued to assess his patient, making sure everything else is alright.

The doctor turned towards the other two men standing behind him. Both eager to know if their friend is finally turning for the better. "I'm happy to inform you that his blood pressure is finally up along with his other vital signs. Both of his lungs sounded good too. It seems that Yesung-sshi is finally coming out of this." His face displayed a satisfying smile. "I'll be ordering more blood work test and run other precaution examinations to make sure that everything is where it should be. We'll be bringing him up for the tests as soon as he is more alert.

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Another week and a few health scares later, the doctors finally agreed that Yesung was finally on the mend and out of any danger. The pneumonia that ravaged his lungs cleared up and the infection defeated with the continuous strong antibiotics administered. Both Leeteuk and Kangin were finally able to breathe easier upon the good news.

With his health steadily improving, Yesung's face gained back some of the color that he had been lacking for weeks, his mood became better and he slowly beginning to go back to his own self.

The boys would come and visit him every now and then, accompanying him, making sure that he wouldn't succumb to the plague of boredom. Everything was slowly coming back to the way it was.

"Jongwoon-ah..." Kangin shifted in his seat uncomfortably and Yesung gave him a pointed glance.

"What is it?" His eyebrows creased at his friend's tone.

"I... I just... uh... thanks for saving my life Jongwoon-ah!" He blurted out and heaved a sigh. "Even after all I've done and said... I don't know what I'd-" His words cut off mid-sentence. Yesung knew what Kangin was going to say and he knew how hard it could be for Kangin to be pouring his heart out on the still sore subject.

"It's okay Youngwoon-ah, you don't need to say it. I understand." An honest smile forming on his face. "What matters now is that everything is going to be fine."

"No. What matters now is that you're fine and I can finally sleep soundly now! Hell everyone can finally sleep soundly now!" Kangin grinned.

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Today was going to be the day Yesung would be finally be released from the hospital. Everyone was excited and happy to have Yesung released from the hospital ; especially for Kangin and Leeteuk who came to the hospital early in the morning to bring Yesung back to their dorm.

Having gathered up Yesung's belongings, Kangin helped Yesung with getting dressed into fresh clothes. It was a difficult task to accomplish, but after some soft bantering between the two, they managed. Walking down the hall was another big task that Yesung had to face as he refused the wheelchair. Both Kangin and Leeteuk shared an incredulous glance at Yesung's determination, but they decided to let the man have it his way. They settled by walking by his side, just in case.

The walk from Yesung's room down to the hospital entrance took longer than expected as they made a few stops whenever Yesung's legs were about to give out. But the man never gave up, he'd get back to his feet stubbornly and trudged on.

"Take it easy Jongwoon-ah! You're going to wear yourself out and you'll end up checking in back to your room!" Kangin said jokingly although he realized that if that really happened, it wouldn't be a laughing matter.

Yesung looked up to Kangin and flashed him a smile, his breath panting a little. "It's okay Youngwoon-ah. I'm fine. This is exhausting, but I'm good." Kangin ignored the man's reply and rolled his eyes. He then realized the chilly morning temperature. Pulling the scarf off himself, he quickly placed the scarf around Yesung's neck, adjusting it in place, making sure it would do it's job keeping the older man warm. "You gotta stay warm, you can't risk getting a cold."

A black van then pulled up a few yards away from them. Their ride is here. Another short flight of stairs, and there's the van waiting to bring them home.

Before Yesung could say anything, Kangin scooped Yesung into his strong arms and carried the smaller man down the short set of staircase, and then towards the van. Kangin's action startled him. He latched onto Kangin automatically , but gladly accepted the help his friend offered.

"Youngwoon-ah, I'm not invalid!" Yesung whined.

"Oh quiet you, Jongwoon... I'm saving your butt from face planting on the concrete." he retorted in playful exasperation as he loaded Yesung carefully into the van.

Leeteuk couldn't help but smile at the two.

With all of them settled safely inside the van, the vehicle rolled into motion. Destination : home.

Kangin glanced over and saw that Yesung had his head resting against the window with his eyes closed. Kangin could tell by the even steady breaths that Yesung had fallen asleep. The walk down to the hospital entrance must have exhaust his recovering body out. Kangin smiled to himself. That's what you get for being a stubborn brat. Leaning his head against Yesung's shoulder, Kangin too fell asleep.

They still had a long way to go before Yesung would be back in perfect condition. There are so much issues that they need to fix amongst themselves. But the fact that he was back was enough for Leeteuk to finally sigh in total relief. Yesung was getting better and no longer in any danger. He couldn't ask for more. Glancing at his two donsaengs sleeping comfortably, he closed his eyes.

Thank you god.

Things are finally looking up.

Despite all the hardships they had gone through for the past weeks, they all pulled through alright. Together.

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Finally! And... I thought the chapter before this was hard to write ~_~. This chapter pretty much burnt my fried brain to crisp. This chapter took me awhile, I kept starting over, and ugh! I couldn't piece them together the way I want it to. The ending was a bit rushed as I had to take out a lot from what I had originally wrote. It was a mess; and still is.
I struggled a lot towards the end because it was so hard for me to conclude the story. (As I tend to go on and on and on) Plus, it was so hard to fix Yesung. I guess I only know how to break him =( I hope you guys will enjoy this anyways. I would also like to thank everyone who followed this fic. Especially to those who had been reading from the very first chapter. THANK YOU. Thanks to EVERYONE who stopped by to read any of these chapters, silent readers or not.

Once I get back from Daegu, I'll be starting on a new fic. With any luck, I hope to see you kind people on the next ride.

Stay safe and healthy always<3

We Never Dance Alone : Chapter Seven

2009-09-08T01:20:55Z

Title: We Never Dance Alone
Rated: T
Genre : Drama / Angst / Friendship
Characters : Kangin , Yesung with Leeteuk.
Warning: UNBETA-ED, F-words & Co., mindless whumpage of characters, possibly inaccurate medical jargon.
Summary : Since the accident, things had been spiraling out of control. Will things get any better for the boys?

Fate must be playing some sick joke on them. That has got to be it.

It turns out, the 'little' infection that Yesung contracted wasn't anywhere near 'little' . Even with all the antibiotics, fluids and various medications flowing into his body, Yesung's fever had showed no sign of relenting. His weakened body still mercilessly plagued by the infection.

It didn't take long for the infection to take hold of Yesung's already frail condition. Leeteuk noticed that Yesung was beginning to drift off into fitful sleep more and more often, his appetite starts to diminish and his breathing doesn't sound quite right anymore.

Even with the presence of the other members flooding the room, Yesung could no longer deny his body's need to rest no matter how hard he tried to stay awake; just so he could spend the little time offered with them. It saddens him when he drifted off to sleep while everyone is around, only waking up hours later with them gone.

Leeteuk had been keeping vigil by his side most of the time though, he knows that for sure.

He knew not to expect for the other members to always be around. He took note of their busy schedules, but to see the older man spending most of his time accompanying him by his bedside, he feels ultimately grateful and guilty at the same time.

"Hyung..." Yesung called out breathlessly when he saw Leeteuk's body jolt slightly in the chair as he began to doze off.

The other man's head shot up, he abruptly straightened his body, blinking the sleep away. "Huh? What? What? Are you okay Sungie? Are you in pain? Do you need anything?" the string of questions came out automaticly . His eyes searching for any sign of distress as he leaned closer to the man lying on the bed in front of him.

Yesung chuckled lightly "No hyung... I'm fine." The word 'fine' should never be associated with Yesung's current condition. Everyone knows he is nowhere near 'fine'.

"Hmm..I just thought... that maybe it'd be good for you to go home and get some proper rest. Use your days off wisely, rather than stay here and exhaust yourself more..." he paused to catch a much needed breath. "Go out... and get some fresh air, spend time with your other friends...I don't want you ending up here in the hopsital yourself, hyung..."

Before Leeteuk had a chance to refuse, the other man continued " Please hyung... get some proper rest. I'll be fine on my own... besides... there's not much for you to do here. I'll just fall asleep on you again in the middle of our conversations. I'm in the hospital, not alone at home... so if I needed anything, there's always the nurses."

Leeteuk frowned upon hearing Yesung's words. Why does it sound more like a request to him? Why is Yesung requesting him to go away?

Which of course wasn't at all Yesung's intention. He just didn't want to be an extra burden to Leeteuk, he felt like he had burdened him enough especially since the accident happened. He could only imagine how it's effecting the leader.

"Sungie, you don't like me being here?" Leeteuk asked , no venom in his tone. Just an innocent question.

He saw the younger man shook his head lightly " It's...it's not that hyung.." He drew another long breath . "I just..." his lips quivered, as he tried to keep his emotion at bay. "I don't want to burden you, I don't want to be a burden to any of the other members...there are other things for you to take care of hyung..."

Yesung you foolish boy, of course you're not a burden to me.

"It's okay... I want to be here. "He reached out and placed a comforting hand on Yesung's hand. "I can't sit around at home when both you and Kangin are stuck here. If I were to stay home, it would only drive me up the wall." He admitted bluntly. "And I do go home and rest up when I do need to, don't worry about me." he ended with a reassuring smile.

"I-I'm sorry hyung..." His voice cracked, his chest felt extra heavy and the urge to cry suddenly enveloped him.He bit the feeling back, or at least he tried to. But tears were already pooling in his eyes, blurring his vision.
"I-I-m just s-so sick of being troublesome, I-I didn't want my mom to know so she won't be... t-troubled, but I still end up being a burden to you... I can never do anything right... always a screw up..."

Realizing the scene before him, Leeteuk got up from where he was seating and moved closer towards Yesung. He cradled the younger man's head close to him. "No Yesungie, no. You're not a burden to me, you're not a burden to anyone... don't say that... things are just hard for you right now." His own voice wavering. "It's not your fault Sungie, it's not" How could he possibly think that this was all his fault? He had risked himself to save Kangin, and now he thinks he's a screw up? Leeteuk blamed it all on the fever for messing up his mind.

By the time evening rolled in, Yesung was sleeping again, out like a light bulb; the event earlier that day had really drained his energy dry. The nurses had been in and out of the room as usual, keeping tabs of Yesung's vitals signs and fever.

Leeteuk remained by his bedside. His gaze never leaving Yesung's fevered form, staring pensively at the younger man as he sleeps. Yesung looked uncomfortable even in his sleep, his hair sodden with sweat, matted against his face. His normally slightly tanned skin is now pale and flushed with unrelenting fever and his respiration harsh and ragged.

He lost count on how many times he'd sit in the dimly lit room crying silently throughout the night thinking about the man in front of him. He truly couldn't understand why things had gotten this bad for Yesung. His condition was only getting worse. Leeteuk closed his eyes and took a deep breath, willing himself to be more positive.

His thoughts were interupted by another nurse walking into the room with Yesung's dinner. She greeted him with a smile, set the tray on the table and then moved to checked on the various medication hooked up to Yesung. "Try to get some food in him, he's been skipping a lot of his meals." The nurse smiled softly before she made her way out of the room. Leeteuk nodded at that, determined to coax Yesung into eating his dinner.

Dinner time passed for Yesung with Leeteuk insisting that he'd feed him. For the most part everything went smoothly until Yesung started to throw up more than he had eaten, sending Leeteuk into a mothering mode. He pretty much dealt with the mess himself until the nurses decided to come in to clear up the mess. He watched Yesung gasp for air after the episode, sputtering and apologizing for the mess he had caused before falling into another fitful sleep.

His heart broke again and again.

The next time the tall mysterious looking doctor came in for his routine check-up on Yesung, Leeteuk had demanded to know about his friend's condition.

"What's wrong with him? He seems to be getting worse by the minute! " his voice was all business.

Just like a habit, the tall doctor let out a heavy sigh before answering. "His temperature is definitely up since this morning." He held the stethoscope against Yesung's bare chest, moving the piece from one side of his chest to the other, listening intently to the sound of his patient's heart and lungs. His face contorted with intensity, and he lets out another sigh. The doctor turned to the other man who was watching his every move like a hawk. "Leeteuk-sshi, the infection, as you already know, is doing a number on his body, along with his immune system." He paused, hating the fact that he had to add salt to the wound in this situation. " By the sound of his lungs, I suspect that he contracted pneumonia as well. I'll be running more tests just to make sure what we're up against so that we could concentrate on treating it aggressively."

The doctor's prognosis left Leeteuk speechless.

Shit. Pneumonia. Yesung surely doesn't need this on top of the infection he's fighting.

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From the day of the transplant, Kangin never stopped improving. It took four days for him to finally get over the grogginess and other after effects of the surgery. He no longer drift between consciousness, no longer depend on sedatives. The doctors had given Kangin an all clear from the possibility of organ rejection. They were positive that Kangin was indeed on his way to recovery. The doctors agreed that the newly implanted kidney indeed played a big role in saving his life.

It's hard for anyone to imagine that just a few days back, before the transplant took place, Kangin was at death's door fighting for his life.

"Wow, I can't believe that I almost kicked the bucket! Talk about weird stuff you don't see coming, huh?" he exclaimed, chewing slowly on his lunch. "I really didn't know what happened , it was like a dream...the last thing I really remembered was talking to Yesung..." He eyes lazily wandered around the room, realizing that Yesung wasn't there. Maybe he's back at the dorm. He thought begrudgingly. He had thought of asking the others regarding Yesung's whereabouts but decided against it.

His eyes scanned the smiling faces around him. No doubt that they were happy to see him up and talking, back to his usual self. But he could tell that something wasn't right. There's something about the way they lowered their eyes upon the mention of Yesung's name. Their laughter awkward, and their faces were dead giveaway that something is seriously wrong. Especially with Leeteuk's expression, something was terribly off with his smile. He's hiding something. After all, he knew Leeteuk all too well. He couldn't miss it, he knows that man is hiding something, but he just can't pinpoint it. He'd ignore it. For now.

Feeling of deep remorse suddenly crept up in his heart. "Someone died, so I can have the kidney...it doesn't seem right doesn't it?" He lamented. "Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful and all, but... isn't it sick? How the world is?" Kangin shudders at the thought, his hand unconsciously hovers above the surgical site, right where the new kidney had been implanted; he imagined who could have been his savior. "Is it possible to know who my donor was?

The room suddenly became deathly quiet. The air in the room dropped into an uncomfortable vibe. His eyes studied the crestfallen faces around him. His own face fell. The members exchanged glares, but no words came out of their mouths and their eyes were avoiding him like plague.

Leeteuk cleared his throat awkwardly, realizing that he had to be the one to tell Kangin the truth. "Uh..." He began, not entirely sure of how or where to begin."Kangin-ah...there's something that you need to know." his heart now drumming loudly in his ears.

Kangin didn't like Leeteuk's tone as it sends a wave of uneasy feeling towards him. He waited anxiously for the leader to continue.

"You had a live donor..."

Kangin stifled a laugh, and it came out awkward. "That's good then... right? I get to thank the person myself!"

"It's Yesungie..." Leeteuk forced out. The bomb had finally been dropped.

He blinked in confusion at first, not able to process the new piece of information. "What? That Sonuva...!" he grounded suddenly "Where is he? Let me kick his fucking ass for doing something stupid as this!"

The look on Leeteuk's face only grew gloomier. He was clearly biting back the emotions that were threatening to spill.

"Teuk hyung?"

"Sungie... he's not... not doing too good right now Youngwoon-ah..."

"W-what d-do you mean he's not doing too good? He was fine the last time I s-saw him!" anguish obvious on his features, hot moisture building up behind his eyelids.

Leeteuk couldn't bring himself to face Kangin. "After the surgery, he developed an infection... and it's only been getting worse."

He felt his heart practically drop into his stomach, cold fear running though his veins "No, no! It can't be!" He shook his in denial not wanting to believe a single word of it. "Let me see him!" Kangin tried to get off the bed only to be stopped by Siwon and Hankyung's strong hands.

"Hyung! Calm down! you're going to hurt yourself!" Siwon said in clenched teeth.

A rush of adrenaline surged through his vein. "Teuk hyung! Let me see Jongwoon! Let me see him!" He ground out, his tone sounded more like an order.

Leeteuk could no longer keep his emotions at bay. "Stop it Youngwoon! Calm down... please..." the older man implored . "I know you want to see him, but it's not gonna help if you hurt yourself in the process. You might end up back on the bed. I... I don't think I can handle watching that happen again..." Leeteuk admitted. " So just please... calm yourself down, I'll take you to him. I promise."

Kangin flopped himself back against the pillow and let out a frustrated sigh.

"You're still not well enough to be walking around, you're going to need a wheelchair."

"Fine! Wheelchairs are fun anyways!" Kangin replied impatiently. He didn't care if he had to crawl there, at that moment he only cared about seeing Yesung.

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Just moments ago, Kangin was about ready to punch anyone's face inside out if they tried to stop him from seeing Yesung. But now that he's infront of Yesung's room, he felt utterly nervous, not knowing what to expect.

He couldn't help but take in a quick gasp of shock as he was wheeled into Yesung's room. The sight of his friend left him in a state of disbelief. His stomach was already doing somersaults. he could feel acidic bile rising in his throat. Words failed him as he took in the sight before him. This should never have happened.

"Oh my god... Jongwoon... SHIT! Jongwoon! What did you get yourself into.." he wheeled himself closer towards the bed where his friend lay unmoving.

"They probably had him sedated, he's battling pneumonia on top of the infection he developed. It's probably best that he's sedated... " Leeteuk swallowed thickly. He couldn't come up with any comforting words.

Kangin heard the other man, but he had no intention to shift his attention away from Yesung. "Sungie-ah..."he ruffled Yesung's sweat laden hair lightly, feeling the need to make physical contact with him. He flinched and frowned at the heat radiating Yesung's body.

"Sungie... you gotta wake up soon okay? I promise I'll hold off kicking your sorry ass at least until you get better." He said light-heartedly. The only reply he received is the sound of Yesung's stuttering breaths as his chest struggles to pull in air even with the nasal canula on, hissing oxygen for him.

By then he didn't even bother to hide his wavering voice. Guilt was eating at him at full force, he knew he had caused this. If anything ever happens to Yesung...

Kangin scrubbed his face tiredly. "Hyung...how could I let this happen to him hyung? He's not supposed to be in this position..."

Leeteuk had no answer for that. His own brain is in a bloody mess. He could barely think straight himself.

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That night Yesung opened his eye blearily, his head was pounding and his mouth felt dry and pasty. He turned his head towards the two vaguely outlined figures sitting across the room, but he couldn't see past the blur in his eyes. He was sure that one of them was Leeteuk. But who could the other person be?

It took awhile until his surrounding came into focus.

Y-y-young-woon? Yesung's voice was a mere whisper, but it was enough to gain attention from the two people that was sitting across the room. Within seconds, the both of them were already hovering above him.

"Jongwoon.." Kangin could barely contain the excitement in his voice. "Hey, finally you're awake from your beauty sleep! How are you Sungie-ah!"

"I'm f-fine, just feeling hot, and I-I have a headache the s-size of J-jupiter." he answered quietly. stumbling upon his words. Yesung noticed that Leeteuk was standing behind Kangin, but the older man didn't say anything.

Kangin couldn't help but frown a little at how haggard Yesung looked. He placed a hand on Yesung's forehead only to grimace at the heat emanating off him. His temperature had definitely gone higher since he last checked. "You're definitely hot Sungie-ah" He then turned to Leeteuk. "Hyung... maybe you should get the nurse, ask for something to lower his fever." Without further discussion, Leeteuk nodded and made his way towards the nurse station.

With Leeteuk gone, Kangin turned his attention back to Yesung. "So... you know right? that you're going to get your ass kicked?" he asked playfully, trying to hide his real emotion.

"I-if... if it would s-save your butt... t-then w-why not." he tried his best to sound normal, but the ceiling was starting to swim above him and the pressure in his chest just kept on building. "I-I'm just happy that... you're okay n-now." he forced out.

But you're not okay Jongwoon! His mind screamed at him, and he felt the need to scream the same words at Yesung. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to keep his anger checked. It wouldn't be good if he explode at Yesung right now.

Kangin was about to open his mouth again when he saw Yesung's eyes rolled back into his head and his body began to convulse.

Panic skyrocketed, his eyes now wide with terror. "Sungie!" He tried to hold Yesung gently in place as his body continued to convulse. Suddenly he was gently moved away from Yesung's bed side. A nurse and doctor took his place, working feverishly around Yesung.

It felt like an eternity, but the doctor and the nurse seems to be finally done doing what they were supposed to do to stop the seizure that enveloped Yesung's body a few moments ago. Leeteuk and Kangin both let out a breath that they didn't know they've been holding. Yesung was settled back in his position, eyes closed and puffy, his body free of convulsions. An oxygen mask now secured his drawn face to help with his breathing difficulties. The doctor was still standing by the bed, assessing his patient.

The two men were quick on their heels as they approached the doctor to seek answers regarding what had happened to Yesung earlier. Leeteuk took notice that it wasn't Yesung's usual doctor that came in to the rescue tonight.

"What the hell happened to him just then?!" To hell with composure. Kangin just needed answers.

The doctor didn't flinch at Kangin's threatening tone."He suffered a febrile seizure, mainly caused by the high fever. We've got that covered, and now he's resting." The doctor's voice void of emotion.

"We’re possibly looking at septic shock," the doctor said almost casually, moving the stethoscope one last time, listening to Yesung's lungs. "We can try another another line of medication, but if Yesung-sshi's body doesn’t respond, there’s not much more we can do for him." The doctor's words were harsh, he didn't even bother to leave any encouraging words.

Now the reality of the situation was setting in, Leeteuk couldn’t think coherently.

Not much we can do for him.

Not much we can do for him.

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So far, this is the hardest chapter! I spent so many times starting this chapter over. But in the end, this is all I can come up with. Not much action, just lots of TL:DR angst .I'm disappointed with myself, yes.=[ One chapter left! I hope it won't be as hard to write as this one. My brain is officially fried on this one.

Stay safe darlings! <3

We Never Dance Alone : Chapter Six

2009-09-01T22:57:13Z

Title: We Never Dance Alone
Rated: T
Genre : Drama / Angst / Friendship
Characters : Kangin , Yesung with Leeteuk and the rest of Super Junior.
Warning: UNBETA-ED, F-words & Co., mindless whumpage of characters, possibly inaccurate medical jargon.
Summary : Since the accident, things had been spiraling out of control. Will things get any better for the boys?

Chapter dedicated to rasinah because she's a sadist, just like me. ^_^

Yesung laid on the operation table, his eyes wandered at the activities around him numbly as the nurse placed the electrodes on his chest to monitor his heart rate during the surgery.

Never in his life had he thought that he would be lying on the operation table, waiting to get himself cut open. He wasn't afraid, nor did he regret the decision he made.

A little anxious he might be, but he is definitely not scared to go through it. Not even a tiny bit.

The person that had contributed to making him feel anxious is Kangin, all he wanted was his friend to be okay, back to his old healthy self. He prayed silently for Kangin to go through the surgery without a hitch and that everything will work out as planned. Youngwoon! Fighting!

And of course, the only other thing that had been bothering him at that moment is how naked he felt, clad only with a thin blue surgical cloth covering his body. It made him feel uncomfortable as hell, especially with the many pair of eyes working around him.

Other than that, he's all good and ready to go.

A woman clad in a complete surgical attire leaned towards him. "Alright Yesung-sshi, if you would count backwards from 100 for me please?" she coaxed him gently as she slipped a mask that looked very much like an oxygen mask over his face. "Just breathe normally." Her eyes smiling kindly at him.

Yesung nodded groggily as he starts counting. "100, 99, 98, 97, 96, 95, 94.. 93... 9...2... 9-" and he's out.

The anesthesiologist nodded to the other surgeons as a sign that the anesthetic had made its way into the patient's system, and Yesung is now unconscious. Oblivious to what is going on around him.

"Okay, lets get him intubated so we can start with the incision" The lead surgeon ordered.

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The atmosphere in Kangin's operating room was taut with concentration. Compared to Yesung's operating room, the surgeons were working in a faster pace and the air in the room was much more tensed. If anything goes wrong, the result might be fatal.

As soon as the the kidney was safely extracted from Yesung, the medical staffs immediately transferred the organ over to Kangin's operation room to be implanted into it's recipient without wasting any time.The staffs worked feverishly against the ticking clock, trying to avoid any complications as they go.

They quickly placed the kidney into Kangin's lower abdomen. One surgeon sews as the other holds the kidney in place.
"Perfect!" The lead surgeon commented as soon as he watched Yesung's healthy kidney which had turned gray upon extraction turns pink- regaining blood from Kangin's body. "It's even making urine already." he added, satisfied with the outcome of the transplant.

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"Alright people! We're done here! Lets get him all stitched up!" The lead surgeon called.

Just as soon as the surgeons were about to get ready to stitch up their patient, the machines surrounding him suddenly blared out wildly, sending the medical staff to spur into action trying to find the cause of their patient's distressed condition.

The once calm operating room is now in total chaos.

"Shit! he won't stop bleeding! His blood pressure's bottoming!" The doctor worked feverishly trying to get things in control. "I can't see a damn thing, he's bleeding too much! We need to control the damn bleed before he bleeds to death!" The lead surgeon barked out as he tried his best to suture the cause of the bleed.

"He's having arrhythmia! He's going to arrest!" One of the medical assistant already had the paddles ready in case they need to shock Yesung's heart back to life.

"We're losing him!" another voice notified from across the room.

The lead surgeon didn't respond, instead he kept working on Yesung until he finally succeeded in suturing the cause of the bleed. "How's he doing now?" He finally speaks, his eyes still fixed on the newly sutured area.

"His pulse is still weak but it's stable, doc!"

The doctor nodded and sighed in relief. "I want him on transfusion until his blood count is back on track." he ordered as he continue to close up on his patient's surgical site.

That was close, too close.

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Roughly after six hours of waiting, Kangin's surgeon made his appearance in the waiting room. As soon as the man entered the room, Kangin's parent's , Leeteuk, Kyuhyun and Ryewook surrounded him, eager to know about how the surgery had gone.
Leeteuk studied the surgeon's face, no worry lines were present on his face. The news he's about to deliver has got to be a good one right?

The surgeon offered a warm smile before he continued. "Kangin-sshi's transplant was a huge success, the kidney seems to be doing it's job as soon as it was placed. Things are definitely looking up for Kangin-sshi, his vitals are holding up fine, and we faced no complications whatsoever during the surgery. The kidney's working wonders for Kangin-sshi. We are positive he'll be on his way to recovery soon."

The confirmation from the doctor had the small waiting room filled with emotions, especially for Kangin's parents. Leeteuk's eyes brimmed with tears once again, thankful that Kangin's surgery had been a success without any other complications. Kangin definitely doesn't need anymore setbacks.

"When can we see him?" Kangin's father asked.

"We are moving him to recovery for a few hours before we settle him back in his room. We will be doing more monitoring as precaution, if there's no other complications, we are positive that he no longer needs to be in the ICU. But in the meantime, why don't all of you go home and get some rest, it'll be awhile until anyone is allowed to visit him"

The word complication had always manage to make Leeteuk flinch, but he was happy enough to hear that there's a big possibility Kangin would no longer need to be in ICU. A tangible sign of hope, that things are going to get better and the worst is finally over.

Kangin's parents had agreed to go home to get freshen up before they were allowed to see their son. Before leaving, Kangin's mother offered the three young men a comforting motherly hug, whispering that she'll keep praying for Yesung's well being.

Yesung.

Before the doctor turned to leave the room along with Kangin's parents, Leeteuk grabbed his chance to ask.

"Doctor, how about our other friend Yesung? The kidney donor?" An unsettling feeling once again crashed into him. "Isn't he supposed to be out of the surgery first?"

"Leeteuk-sshi, I'm afraid that I can't comment on Yesung-sshi's status as I wasn't one of his surgeons. Doctor Lee Cho In would be the person in charged, and he will definitely come out to update you as soon as he's able to." Another soft assuring smile plastered on his face, then the doctor turned to leave the room, leaving the three men once again waiting helplessly.

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The wait hadn't been that long in reality, but Leeteuk found himself pacing around the small waiting room for what it felt like eternity. The doctor in questioned finally decided to show himself , his expression not as pleasant as the previous doctor's when he had came into the waiting room bearing the long awaited news.

"How is Yesung doing?" Leeteuk shot the question even before the doctor had a chance to open his mouth.
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"I'm sorry to keep you waiting without any news." The doctor offered a sincere apology before getting to the point. "Yesung-sshi is now in stable condition. I don't mean to alarm you with this, but he went through a sudden onset bleeding, as we were about to close him up."

"W-what? What happened? I thought this kind of surgery rarely results to any complication! " Ryewook suddenly asked incredulously.

"Gentlemen, I know you don't want to hear this, but there were always risk in any kind of surgeries, I assure you we have resolved the problem. It was touch and go for a bit, we almost lost him on the table, but we managed to get the bleeder under control and he is now in stable condition."

Leeteuk drew a shaky breath, not able to chew in the fact that Yesung had almost lost his life on the operating table. "When can we see him?"

"I can't say for sure how long he will be in recovery. We are monitoring his blood counts closely to avoid any other unwanted complications. His body is already extremely weak as it is."

The doctor noticed the worried look on the faces of the three young men standing before him. "As I said, he's stable and not in any immediate danger. Once his blood count is stabilized, he will be transferred back to his room, and you will be able to see him."

"For now, why don't you go home, get some sleep and come back later in the evening. I'm sure it's been a long day for the three of you, having to deal with two of your friends' surgery at one go."

Leeteuk didn't really want to leave. In his hasty mind, he would rather stay in the hospital and wait until he is allowed to see Kangin and Yesung. But when he turned to look at his two dongsaengs, face haggard and tired from all the waiting and emotional beatings they had endured, Leeteuk decided it would be a good idea to go home. He didn't want to drag the two younger men along with him.

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Leeteuk had came back to the hospital alone that night. The request to see his friends were easily granted as they were both settled nicely back into their own rooms. Leeteuk was nothing but grateful that he's able to visit both of his friends.

He first made his way down to Kangin's room. Just as he expected, the room once again filled with Kangin's family and close friends. He entered the room and shied away from the crowd around Kangin's bed. He managed to take notice on Kangin's better appearance. He no longer looked like death warmed up, and his vitals were much stronger than it had been before the transplant. The only downside is that Kangin has yet to regain consciousness after his uphill battle with his failing kidney.

Leeteuk stayed a little bit longer, not really wanting to leave Kangin; but not really wanting to stay with the other people in the room either. In the end he excused himself and made his way out to the hospital hallway towards Yesung's room.

Leeteuk cautiously entered the room. His eyes automatically scanned around the room. If he had expected Kangin's room to be occupied with his family and friends, Leeteuk surely did expect Yesung to be all alone in his room.

Yesung lay perfectly still, a blue blanket drawn up just above his mid-section, his arms resting at either side. His eyes were closed and his upper body slightly elevated on the bed he was lying on. Yesung was still very pale and looked slightly haggard. Various tubes once again snaked in and out from under his hospital gown and there was a tube running beneath his nose, hissing oxygen.

Leeteuk pulled the plastic chair over towards Yesung's bed so he could sit closer to him. Upon hearing the sound, Yesung's eyes open at half mast, responding to the sudden movement. acknowledging Leeteuk's presence.

He had always been a light sleeper.

"Jungsoo hyung.." Yesung's voice was small and weak.

"Hey... Jongwoon-ah...You're awake! How are you feeling?" Leeteuk smiled, revealing his dimple. His voice was just above whisper.

Yesung swallowed thickly trying to rid the invisible ball in his throat. "Like my kidney had been removed..." he replied, smiling weakly.

Leeteuk didn't know how to react, he stifled a laugh despite the distinct urge to clear his burning eyes with the tears that were already threatening to roll down his cheeks.

"Youngwoon..? the question came out more like a sigh, but Leeteuk knew what Yesung wanted to know.

"He's holding on his own Sungie... thanks to you. He's still not completely out of the woods yet, but he surely is doing much much better now. Don't you worry."

Yesung didn't reply. Talking makes him tired. He closed his eyes, thankful that the surgery had gone well for Kangin. A satisfied smile fitted across his face, glad and relieved to know his friend is no longer on the brink of death.

"You did good, Sungie... you did good.. " Leeteuk held the younger man's small delicate hand and gave it a slight squeeze. He choked on a sob " You really did good Sungie... I'm proud of you. We are all proud of you." A single tear finally escaped.

Yesung didn't have the energy to reply, a small weary sigh escaped his lips, the corner of his mouth curled into a small smile. He could feel the vice grip that had been gripping around his heart since Kangin's health started to deteriorate slowly dispersing. Feeling at ease, he then fell back into the blanket of clouds, cradling him to sleep.

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Leeteuk found himself striding down the hallway of the hospital again, not able to rest in peace at home even on his off days. He wouldn't be surprised if he'll be next to be admitted to the hospital. But of course he didn't want that to happen.

Kangin's room is usually occupied with close friends and relatives. Leeteuk hadn't really have much chance to spend his time with Kangin because of that. Sometimes he's grateful that Kangin always have people around that cares about him. But some other times, he would just love to shove everyone out of the room so he can spend some quiet time with him.

Leeteuk peered inside Yesung's room to find a nurse standing beside Yesung's bed, scribbling away at the chart in her hand, her eyebrows creased with worry.

“Something's wrong?” Leeteuk inquired, curious to know if there's anything wrong with Yesung. It wasn't that he was asking for bad news, but it's a habit he can't shake off when his worry spikes.

"He seems to be running a slight fever. It could be side effects from the surgery. His body is still strained and adjusting after everything he's gone through." The nurse explained casually.

Leeteuk nodded slightly in understanding and lowered himself onto the plastic chair.

"Oh! He's on mild sedative to help him rest, he's been restless all day. He might not be much of a company today, unfortunately." The petite nurse thought that Leeteuk should know that bit of information. She then made her exit, leaving the two men alone once again.

Hours later Leeteuk was already sleeping restlessly in the plastic chair beside Yesung's bed. It had been uncomfortable, but then again Leeteuk has the ability to fall asleep anywhere at anytime. Yesung's doctor and surgeon, Dr. Lee Cho In walked into the room, causing him to wake up abruptly.

"Sorry to wake you, Leeteuk-sshi." The tall doctor offers apologetically. "The nurse on duty told me that Yesung-sshi was running on a mild fever, I just need to check on him myself."

"Oh, it's alright doctor, I didn't even realize I've dozed off.” Leeteuk mumbled tiredly.

“How’s everything going Leeteuk-sshi?” The doctor asked kindly, moving to check on Yesung's vitals.

Leeteuk looked up at the doctor, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Oh, everything's alright, I guess? We just really miss having Kangin and Yesung up and about."

The doctor checked on the thermometer again to confirm his finding. His face fell. "Damn it!" He cursed inwardly.

"W-what's wrong? What is it?" Leeteuk's worry skyrocketed when he saw the expression on the doctor's face. His eyes following the doctor's every movement.

Please let it be nothing. Please. Please.

The doctor carefully lifted the thin cloth covering Yesung's body to confirm his suspicion. Once again the doctor swore under his breath, when he saw the surgical area red and puffy. "He developed a post operative infection."

"W-w-what'? I-is he going to be alright?" He knew an infection would effect Yesung's recovery, and that's not a good sign. Not good at all.

"We're going to start him on broad spectrum medication to help him overcome this. We'll keep monitoring his progress and I'll be conducting more in-depth tests to make sure we know what we're dealing with."

"A-and if the medications doesn't do the trick?" Leeteuk hates himself for being curious sometimes. He could already imagine what the answer would be like, but still he couldn't help but ask.

The look in the doctors eyes gave Leeteuk another bolt of uneasy feeling. " If the medications fails to stop the infection from doing anymore damage, and his condition doesn't improve, the consequences could be dire."

"He can d-d-die from this infection?" Tears pricking his eyes without him realizing it.

"I'm terribly sorry Leeteuk-sshi." The doctor placed a comforting squeeze on his shoulder. He knew that they don't need anymore bad news. "I know this is a lot to take, but I promise you, we'll be doing everything we can to avoid the infection from spreading.

"I'll have the nurse come in to set up his new medication as soon as possible. I'll make sure to provide a cooling pad for his fever as well."

Whatever the doctor said at that point, Leeteuk didn't really pay attention. His attention shifted solely on Yesung's fevered form. He didn't noticed it earlier how Yesung's face was covered with unhealthy sheen of sweat and the small gasps that escapes his slightly parted lips.

When the nurses entered the room to hook Yesung up on more medications, Leeteuk didn't even turn to acknowledge their presence. His gaze fixed on Yesung's too pale face. His mind is at loss.
One of his hand made gentle contact with Yesung's warm forehead. Leeteuk swallowed hard, trying to ignore the painful lump that formed in his throat.

"Damn it Jongwoon!" he breathed as his other hand took Yesung's limp hand in his.

Yesung didn't even stir from his deep slumber. Leeteuk stared at the younger man and sighed heavily, his chest aching.

"You’ve gotta be alright Sungie, we can’t lose you... I can't lose you...especially after all you've done. Please... please Sungie, fight this. You don't deserve things to get any worse, so fight this... don't let this little infection take you down..."

To be continued...

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Oops another bump on the road for our beloved Yesung! What do you guys think? Will he be able to overcome this? I hope you guys will enjoy this chapter anyway.

Oh one more thing, EVERY time i watch this clip, I feel bad for putting Yesung through hell in my fic. ~_~

Cheers darlings! Stay safe!

We Never Dance Alone : Chapter Five

2009-08-26T13:06:58Z

Title: We Never Dance Alone
Rated: T
Genre : Drama / Angst / Friendship
Characters : Kangin , Yesung with Leeteuk and the rest of Super Junior.
Warning: UNBETA-ED, Lengthy chapter, F-words & Co. , mindless whumpage of characters, possibly inaccurate medical jargon.
Summary : After a hard day of work, all Kangin wanted was to go home and get some much needed sleep. Just how and why the hell did he end up in this mess?

Leeteuk-sshi.." The doctor began "Kangin-sshi's current state is caused by his damaged kidney. When we operated on him the first time he came in, the kidney damage was somehow missed. It is common for people who were involved in road accidents to sustain renal trauma. Most cases, they resolve by itself. Unfortunately, in your friend's case, it had developed into a bigger complication."

Leeteuk's found himself in that position once again, he stared ahead not really seeing the doctor, mouth falling slightly agape. It hadn't even been a week since he was placed in this kind of situation. He wanted to scream at the doctor, wanted to curse at him for missing out on something as serious this.

Kangin had been on his way to recovery. But now this?

He gritted his teeth and swallowed all the violent thoughts he had, gathering his composure. He can't just lash out, it'd only make things worse. " If it's common then how could you have missed it! Frankly I don't care what's your excuse! You should have known better! "Leeteuk's anger biting at every single word said.

The doctor shook his head, fully understanding the younger man's frustration. "Leeteuk-sshi, I promise we're doing every thing we can for him right now. We'll immediately start him on broad spectrum of medications that will help him fight this. Other than that we'll be monitoring his renal output and toxin level closely. Right now we're hoping that the medications will reverse the damage done to the kidney"

Hoping? "And if that fails to fix it? "

The doctor's face grew darker, he sighed heavily. " I'm afraid then we'd be looking at a kidney transplant as our last option." Before Leeteuk had a chance to open his mouth again, the doctor abruptly added "But let's not cross that bridge until we really have to okay? In any case, I'll go ahead and put him on the waiting list for kidney transplant as precaution." The doctor silently prayed that they wouldn't have to cross that bridge.

"We're moving him back to ICU as we speak, a nurse will come by to assist you once he's settled." The doctor offered a sympathetic smile, but it didn’t make Leeteuk feel any better.

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Another week passed by, and Kangin had not turn for the better. Leeteuk once again was forced to swallow another bitter news. Kangin's kidney damage had been irreversible despite everything the doctors have been doing for him. Kangin's health was deteriorating fast, in the end the doctors were forced to cross the bridge that they've been dreading to cross. Kidney transplant.

The doctors in charge of Kangin's case had explained that Kangin's name on the waiting list hadn't move up by much. They were afraid that Kangin might not make it by the time it's his turn.

Options.

But of course there's one more option. It would make a whole big difference. More damage could even be avoided if they could find a live donor that's willing to give away one of his kidney as soon as possible. With live donors, they can chuck the whole kidney transplant waiting list aside. As long as they find a perfect match.

Upon learning about the whole live donor mumbo jumbo, Leeteuk had gathered his army to discuss about it, hoping that one of them could be the match the doctors been looking for. At first Leeteuk, Hankyung, Siwon, Shindong and Sungmin were the only ones brave enough to say that they were willing to. But as days passed and reality starts to sink in for the others, they finally agreed to get themselves tested as well.

Eleven men went in for the kidney compatibility test.

Kangin now has eleven chances in his hand.

That should be more than enough right?

Now all they need to do is wait for the result to come back.

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Ever since he learned the truth about Kangin's condition, Yesung had been more than determined to stay vigil by Kangin's side. The news had hit him like a sucker punch to the solar plexus. He'd spent days in and days out with the same routine. Yesung didn't know how many pitiful glares he earned from people around him. He didn't care.

Kangin's breathing had become more and more labored each day that they had to put him back on oxygen. Hospital staffs had been in an out frequently, making sure everything's in place. At first it had been overwhelming for him to watch Kangin being poked and prodded, but he eventually got used to it.

"Youngwoon-ah.. it's all gonna be okay, you can fight this! I know you can."

Leeteuk cleared his throat and got up from the chair. He had been in Kangin's room along with Yesung since that morning, his stomach was starting to grumble in protest. "I'm going to the cafeteria, you wan't anything?"

"It's alright I'm not hungry hyung, thanks."

"You should ea-"

"Not hungry...!" Yesung raised his voice in a annoyance, his eyes never leaving Kangin's too pale face.

"Alright then..." Leeteuk knew better not to push on the subject. "You should get some rest soon..."

Waiting for a reply that never came, Leeteuk nodded "I'll be back soon" with that, he left the room quietly.

It's not only Kangin he's worried about now... there's also Yesung that he needs to keep his eyes on.

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The doctor raked his fingers through his thining grey hair. "Leeteuk-sshi..."

There it is again, for the hundredth time, the tone that Leeteuk had learned to dread since his friends were admitted to the hospital. With that tone, it could never be a good thing.

"I know you were hopeful that you or one of your friends would be a match, but after various testings and procedures, none of you seems to be an eligible match for Kangin-sshi.

Leeteuk felt like he's been hit with another brick."W-w-what's that supposed to mean? You said that Kangin will have better chance with live donor!" He stammered.
"Leeteuk-sshi, please calm down... kidney transplant is not as simple as it sounds."

Simple? When did giving away your organ was ever simple?

"After numerous of tests, we just fail to find a match, I'm sorry Leeteuk-shi."

"How about his family then? His parents? Relatives?"

"The ones that had volunteered, they didn't match as well..." The doctor explained.

The doctor drew yet another heavy sigh " There is... one possible match though."

Leeteuk's eyes became wide, anticipating for the doctor to finish .

"But he still needs to be evaluated again, and honestly I had hoped myself that this person won't be a match.." he continued "Yesung-sshi... had insisted that he gets tested. His test result had been the only one with positive outcome. Even though his body is still recovering, we've rule out lungs and heart disease, plus his kidneys were healthy enough making him eligible to donate. I've gone through telling him the risks he might be facing if he were to go through with his decision. "

"N-nno-! no! you can't let him do it doc, you just can't! Not him!" Yesung's not even fully recovered yet.

"Leeteuk-sshi, I understand that you worry for him, since he's an adult I can't really interfere with his decision. I've explained to him what needs to be explained and he seems to be determined despite the possible risks. If you could talk him out of it, I suggest you'd try. But as a doctor in charged of Kangin-sshi, I will honestly tell you that this might be the only chance Kangin-sshi has, unless a miracle turns itself up and changes everything."

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"I know what you did Sungie... " Leeteuk said as he leaned against the door frame, his tone accusing. He's not truly sure if he wanted an explanation or comfort from the younger man.

Oh, hyung, you're still here? I thought you left with the rest. "Yesung looked up to the older man, setting the manga he was reading aside. "Don't you guys have like an early schedule tomorrow? Wookie told me you guys are going to Daejeon early in the morning"

This Yesung, he hadn't seen this Yesung since the accident happened. His eyes were soft, his voice calm. This is the normal Yesung he's used to. If Yesung was ever even normal.

Leeteuk nodded. His face was serious. He didn't even bother to answer. "Sungie, why did you do it? You know you're not supposed to get involved in this!"

Yesung knows exactly where Leeteuk was going with this conversation. "Hyung... what do you want me to do? Watch Kangin fade away just like that? We're all brothers hyung! I'm only doing what I think I can help with! It's not like we're left with any other options! Right, hyung?" The room suddenly filled with tension, Yesung didn't even realize that he had raised his voice. He didn't realize that his eyes were already moist with tears against his eyelids.

"What... do ..you want. me to..do hyung? " his breath caught in his throat "I c-can't.. I can't just sit and watch.." Yesung finally broke down in uncontroablle sobs, racking his thin frame viciously.

Within seconds Leeteuk was already by his side, his arms wrapped potectively around Yesung's body drawing him close. His own tears silently cascading down his cheeks. "Shh.. Sungie.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry... I just dont want to... " he swallowed the lump in his throat " I just can't lose you too..."

This isn't the way he had planned it to be. He had only planned to talk Yesung out of it. Or maybe threaten him a little. But not this. Never this.

Leeteuk remained by Yesung's side until the poor kid had finally succumbed into an exhaustion induced sleep. He didn't let go of Yesung until hours later. What do I do with you Jongwoon? What do I do?

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The day to Kangin's transplant operation is drawing near.

Almost all of Super Junior members were present in Yesung's room that Thursday afternoon. That had been the first time that they came to the hospital as a complete set. Well almost complete that is, excluding Kibum who went back for filming in another province. They had gone to see Kangin earlier, as they weren't allowed to hang around for too long in the ICU, the mean looking nurse had ushered them out of the room not even ten minutes after they went in.

The air in Kangin's ICU room had been undeniably heavy, everyone were too overwhelmed to see their usually strong lively and outgoing friend in such a frail and vulnerable condition, unconscious and hooked up to various machines. Dying.

With all of them crammed up in Yesung's midsize personal room, the air hadn't been any better either. A different kind of tension builds up in the room, everyone seems to be attacking Yesung for the decision he had made.

Leeteuk had gone through it the other day with Yesung himself. He didn't like the idea one bit, but he learned to accept it. He knew how Yesung might have felt. He had witnessed the kid broke down, and Yesung is never known for breaking down in front of others. He'd keeps things very well to himself most of the time.

He can't say for sure if he'd do the same if he were to be placed in Yesung's shoes. And that disturbed him, deeply. Because of that, Leeteuk now have neverending admiration for Yesung.

The convesation had been heated up by Heechul, followed by Donghae, with Shindong injecting a couple of words here and there.

As for the rest, they didn't even dare to open their mouths. Same as Leeteuk, they didn't like the idea, because they were scared and worried for him, but it's not their place to say anything. So they accepted Yesung's decision with heavy hearts.

When Yesung refused to reply to their heated words, they knew exactly which button to push.

"Leeteuk hyung. It's time you knock some sense into Yesung hyung here! He can't go on like this. He's on the one way road to destruction, you know it! It'll destroy his mind if it doesnt destroy his body first!

Leeteuk swallowed thickly, every word that Donghae had said made sense, but he didn't want to go up against Yesung at these kind of times. Especially not now. This should be the time when all of them stick together, support him and help him through it. He can't let the others throw their frustations and worries on Yesung like that. He learned that lesson himself recently.He understood why they were saying what they said. He just wished they had'nt use anger to mask their fear.

"I'm a grown man. I can think for myself, and I can make my own decisions. I'm giving him my kidney, and that's final, there's no use for you people to keep throwing words at me! I won't change my mind! I just wont." Yesung defended himself.

Heechul scoffed upon hearing Yesung's reply. Heechul was getting rather impatient with Yesung's emo crap. "Sungie! If you're really a grown man then you wouldn't be making rash decision like this! We all love Kangin! We all are worried! But look at you, you're not even fully recovered! and you're trying to throw yourself in the fire pit? trying to be the martyr? You--"

"Enough!" Leeteuk's firm voice echoed in the room stopping Heechul from continuing. Leeteuk was never a man of temper, but they are sure testing him.

"That's enough Heechul"! His voice went back to his normal but sad tone. "You're his hyung! You're supposed to support him at times like these, not bring him down. He doesn't need this! Hell all thirteen of us doesn't need this! Leeteuk cant help but to feel guilty, for he had been the one to let the other members know about Yesung's decision.

He casted sympathetic eyes on Yesung, whose face was flushed red with anger and frustration, his eyes brimmed with tears threatening to roll down his cheeks, his breathing on the verge of hyperventilation. Ryewook was rubbing his back in comforting circles, trying to calm him down.

"I just don't know why you guys can't just support my decision..." a few small voices echoed softly in reply "we support you hyung"
"Even if you don't want to support me then why don't you just leave me be?!" He couldn't control how hard his voice was wavering anymore "Why are you guys so against me? Am I doing the wrong thing? Trying to save Kangin's life... is that so wrong that you guys need to remind me that my decision is wrong and that I'm selfish? Who's being selfish really? "

Leeteuk, Eunhyuk and Ryewook's face were already drenched in tears. Not really sure how to deal with the situation at hand anymore. Since the accident, things had been spiraling out of control.

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Two days after the group confrontation would be the day Kangin and Yesung would be operated on. The day they were going to perform the transplant.

Leeteuk, Ryewook, and Kyuhyun had arrived in the hospital early in the morning, wanting to see Kangin and Yesung before the operation. They even planned to wait around until the operation is completed.
The doctor had explained that Yesung's surgery might take around 6 to 8 hours, while Kangin's surgery will take slightly longer depending on how the surgery will go.

The four of them had made a quick visit to Kangin's ICU room. His parents were there beside him, looking somber but hopeful for their son's recovery. They went to see Kangin briefly, silently praying for everything to go smoothly. After a few awkward minutes spent in Kangin's room, they excused themselves knowing that his parents might want to spend some time alone with their son before he's being prepped for surgery. They then head to Yesung's room.

When they entered Yesung's room, a doctor was inside with him, giving another brief explanation regarding the surgery. They entered quietly and remained silent until the doctor leaves the room.

"Hey! You're here!" a smile formed on his face.

"How are you doing this morning ?" Leeteuk asked in obvious concern.

"I'm alright, they'll be taking me into the OR soon" He replied lightly. "Have you seen Kangin? I haven't had a chance to see him since yesterday, they've put me on sedatives so I'd rest for today's surgery." He pouts , making him look like a little boy.

Leeteuk chuckled at that. "Yeah we did manage to briefly see him before coming here. His parents were there, and the they were almost prepping him for surgery already. He looks pretty good today, his vitals were more stable too!"

"That's good, I didn't have a chance to say hello to his parents, do that for me later will you?"

Leeteuk nodded slightly.

"Hyung, are you sure you don't want your mom to know? She should know..." Ryewook eyed Yesung worriedly.

"Nah, Wookie, I don't want to add any more stress for my mom. She's been through a lot of stress as it is, with me, with my brother."

Leeteuk, Ryewook, Kyuhyun knew it was useless to argue about it. So they let it go and moved to a different topic.

Leeteuk and Ryewook had been more nervous than Yesung. Their pacing around the room almost damn drove Yesung crazy, not to mention that his phone kept ringing as the other members who weren't able to be there with him due to their schedules keep on calling. They had all called in to wish Yesung good luck for his surgery, and they wished him for a speedy recovery. Even Heechul had called him, sounding his usual self, not bitter and angry as the last time they had spoken. He had even apologized in his own phsycho way. And Yesung was nothing but grateful.

Yesung had had been calm, he even shared a few of his fail jokes with Leeteuk, Ryewook, and Kyuhyun. He seems to be ready to face the surgery, not doubting his decision one bit.

It's true when they say time really pass quickly when you don't want it to. Because before they knew it, the ordelies and a couple of nurses already made their presence known in the room. They were there to prepare Yesung for the surgery. And soon they'll be taking him away to the OR. The bright mood suddenly turn sour for the three men.

They watched helpelessly as the nurses prepare Yesung for surgery.

Yesung's eyes never left the three men even as the nurses were working around him, poking and prodding him. He offered them a smile, telling them that everything will be okay and they need not to worry about him.

When he's finally done and ready to be rolled out to the OR, the three men quickly ran to his side to wish him luck once more.

Leeteuk's eyes were already wide brimming with tears. "Sungie-ah, we'll see you again in 6 to 8 hours okay? Promise?" His hands gripping hard on Yesung's hand.
A small laugh escaped Yesung's lips "Hyung-ah, don't cry you'll look so ugly! and old! " Clearly trying to lift up the mood.

"Hyung! Fighting!" Kyuhyun cheered from behind Leeteuk.

"Hyung... fighting! Be strong!" Ryewook was holding back his tears, not wanting to cry in front of Yesung.

"Fighting! Wookie, don't forget to keep taking care of Ttangkoma for me, Wookie-ah!"

Those were the last word Yesung said before he was rolled out towads the OR.

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Ugh! Done finally! That was hard. I guess that's why I don't really like having 30932092 characters in one scene. I always manage to leave someone or something out somehow.
I'm not sure if I'm able to post the next chapter up as soon as possible because I might be heading north for the weekend.
Other than that I hope you guys will still manage to enjoy this confusing chapter!

Oh plus, I did totally ignored the fact that Yesung's blood is type AB and Kangin's is O, in oder to feed my rabid plot bunnies, I had to carry on with it and pretend that Yesung's the only one compatible to give his kidney to Kangin.
Cheers darlings! Stay safe!

We Never Dance Alone : Chapter Four

2009-08-25T22:21:19Z

Title: We Never Dance Alone
Rated: T
Genre : Angst / Friendship
Characters : Kangin , Yesung with tiny bit of Sungmin and Leeteuk.
Warning: UNBETA-ED, Lengthy chapter, F-words & Co. , mindless whumpage of characters, possibly inaccurate medical jargon.
Summary : After a hard day of work, all Kangin wanted was to go home and get some much needed sleep. Just how and why the hell did he end up in this mess?

Two days have passed since the terrible accident happened, jeopardizing four Super Junior member's life, throwing two of them close to the edge .It's been only two days ago the Super Junior members were plague with worry and uncertainty of what's to happen. Two days of devastation, anxiousness and endless prayers.

It had been two long hard days for everyone, Leeteuk especially. As if seeing two of the people he cares about bounded by the hospital bed fighting for their lives is not burdensome enough, he had to be the bearer of bad news informing Kangin, Yesung, Sungmin and Eunhyuk's family of what had happened. An unsettling mixed feelings hovers above his being. Having both Sungmin and Eunhyuk's parents grateful that their children are alright, he can't deny the feeling of relief. But having to witness Kangin and Yesung's parents broke down in uncontrollable sobs had been a whole different story and downright unpleasant, because this time, he cant promise them that everything was going to be alright. He didn't know what to say or do to comfort them. Hell, he didn't even know how to comfort himself with what's happening.

But that was two days ago. Park Jungsoo is finally able to breathe a little easier now.

Even the other members are adapting to the a new routine of coming down to the hospital for a visit in between schedules, even if it was for a short time.

Kangin's surgery had been a success without any additional complications . He had spent the first few hours after the surgery on the ventilator to help lessen the strain on his recently damaged lungs. It was unexpected that Kangin would trigger the vent as soon as he did. A signal that he's able to breathe on his own without help even after the extent of the damage to his lungs, which earned him the green light to be weaned off the ventilator. Since then,he had been drifting in and out of consciousness, barely even coherent to hold up a conversation, too drugged up for the sake of his well being. Even in that state, he had mumbled feebly asking for Yesung ; where was he and if he was okay.

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Yesung floated in that blissful state just before awareness, the place between darkness and light. His mind drifting back and fourth towards the light. He wondered why his body had felt as heavy as lead, and he could hear a familiar voice from one corner but his mind was just too damn fuzzy. Flashbacks of recent happenings cluttered his foggy mind mercilessly. Images runs through his hazy mind, the image of Kangin's cold glare, and then the feeling of himself being tossed around like a rag doll, the feeling of fear that enveloped his whole being when he saw his friends twisted in awkward angles, eyes closed. And then he knew no more, having himself forcefully pulled into oblivion. That's where his mind strayed aimlessly from and to. Until he finally felt himself slowly surfacing into the field of consciousness, coaxing him through the layers of darkness towards the light, willing his own eyes to open.

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That night Sungmin had promised Yesung's mother that he'd be accompanying him for the night after he had convinced her to go back to the hotel to get some much needed rest. Yesung's mother had refused to the idea at first, but Sungmin always has had his way with the ladies; cute faced and all, resulting the older woman to relent.

He was more than happy to fulfill his promise, it's not like there was anything for him to do back in his own square boxed room situated just two floors above. He decided he'd be more content hanging around Yesung's room even though Yesung was still out of commisson. All he needed is a good book and a thermos filled with hot choco courtesy of Ryewook, and he's set for the night.

Into the late hours of the night, Sungmin was still very much awake, talking on the phone with one of his relatives. The good book that he had been reading was long discarded on the side table. The soft rustling sound that came from where Yesung was lying made Sungmin's head turn to look at the occupant of the bed. He leaned forward only to see Yesung's eyes fluttering open. He quickly ended the conversation with his relative with a promise to call back later. He limped clumsily with the help of the crutches, towards the bed to confirm that older man had indeed opened his eyes. "Hyung!"

He squinted against the light from the lamp on the side table beside his bed. He stared at Sungmin for a moment. "Minnie?" his hoarse voice barely audible and sounding weird even to his own ears.

"Yeah hyung! It's me, Sungmin!" He replied with an honest smile. "It's okay hyung, everything is alright now, take it easy..you gave us quite a scare." the younger man touched his arm, assuring him. For the most part, Yesung didn't understand what Sungmin was on about. He looked around, realizing this place was not his room. I'm in the hospital?
He tried to remember what was he doing last that could have ended him up in the hospital. And then realization crashed upon him, the screeching tires, the moaning metal... his friends unconscious. It wasn't a dream. He wasn't dreaming the horrible scene. It actually happened.

If Sungmin was there, then where were the other two?? "Kangin??? Hyukkie??" Yesung tried to sit up, ignoring the throbbing pain around his chest area. "W-where's Kangin? Where's Hyukkie?? They're alright aren't they?" His fearful eyes settled on Sungmin's face waiting for the younger man to give him an answer.

"Hyung, calm down..." Sungmin gently pushed Yesung back so he'd be lying back down "Hyukkie is alright hyung, he's already been discharged yesterday. Now he's at home. Kangin hyung is in the other room, he' pretty banged up too but he'll be okay."

Yesung took a calming breath. Grateful that things weren't bad as he thought it was. "Minnie, how about yourself? Are you okay?" He momentarily felt stupid for not asking about Sungmin's well being. Especially when he just woke up to Sungmin by his side, who clearly was watching over him.

"Hyung you don't worry about me, I'm peachy! In fact even with these crutches, I can still dance the cool dance full with charisma!" The younger man quipped.

A smile crept onto his face. Sungmin and his enthusiasm! Even with crutches on. He opened his mouth for another question. "Kangin... his room is it nearby?"

Sungmin nodded. "Just down the hall, hyung. When you're better, I'll take you to see him"

So many things went trough his mind. Is Kangin really okay? Is he still mad at me? Maybe that's why he doesn't come to see me? And Yesung is determined to find out himself later.

The two men had a few light exchange of conversations in between before Yesung found his chance. The chance came when he saw Sungmin sitting on the chair snoring lightly, lost in dreamland.

Yesung pushed the covers aside softly and brought his legs around to the cold floor, ignoring the pain that shot trough his body. He sat there for a moment, head buzzing, his small hands tightly gripping the edge of the mattress to steady himself. Before getting up on his legs, he managed to pull out whatever tubes and wires that were connected to his body freeing him from the confinement of the bed.

His world tilted briefly when he first stood up. He took a moment to steady himself before trudging on, carefully arranging quiet steps out of the room, towards the quiet hospital hallway.

Dragging his heavy feet down the hallway, he could feel exertion creeping up on him, it was only a short walk, but it seems to be taking a toll on his still recovering body. Even the surgical area on his chest was throbbing mercilessly, but it doesn't matter because after a few more heavy steps forward his eyes finally caught the sign on the closed door. Kim Youngwoon.

Pushing the door quietly, Yesung peered inside the almost darkened room. He stepped into the room trying to be as quiet as possible. His eyes wandered across the room, spotting no one else in the room but Kangin who was sleeping rather peacefully.

He slowly made his way over towards Kangin's bedside, A new feeling blossomed in Yesung's chest, trumping the feeling of fatigue aside.
Even though he’d been told that Kangin is doing just fine and he'd be okay, Yesung couldn’t help the tiny unsettling feeling that settled in the pit of his stomach. He pushed away that feeling and concentrated on Kangin's subtle features. It was a weight off his shoulders to see that Kangin didn't look as horrible as he'd imagine. Plus none of the medical equipment around Kangin indicates him to be in any alarming danger.

In the poorly lit room, it was almost astonishing how small Kangin looked at that moment. Yesung couldn't help but notice that Kangin looked so young as he sleeps, so innocent. Strong and tough features melted away, leaving him with only the boyish features he possessed.

Worried that he'd be disturbing the younger man's slumber, he retreated quietly into one of the plastic chairs situated beside Kangin's bedside. He sat there, eyes never leaving his friend's sleeping form. Youngwoon-ah, could it be my fault we got into this mess? If only I had been down earlier.... His mind playing the guilt card on him, even thought he fully knows it was an accident, there's no way of telling if things could have been any different.

He didn't know long he sat there thinking, but exhaustion slowly crept onto him, washing him over , pulling him into an involuntary slumber.

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Kangin woke up the next morning to see a slumped figure on a chair right beside him. He squinted, looking past the blurriness trying to identify the person next to him.
"Yesung??" He called out in confusion.

The older's man head shot up, eyes darting around wildly until he settled on Kangin's confused expression. Yesung adjusted himself in the chair slightly, trying his best to bring himself back to alertness. His entire body was tired and sore but he shoved the feeling aside. "Hey!" he cleared his throat nervously " How are you feeling?" Not entirely sure if Kangin wanted him there beside him.

"Jongwoon! You're alright!" a smile flashed across his face, undeniably pleased to see the other man. Pleased to see with his two own eyes that Yesung was indeed safe and alright. He reached out for the other man's arm to make sure that he wasn't imagining Yesung's presence.

Kangin's respond startled Yesung, he hadn't expect Kangin to respond the way he did. He felt his heart soar with happiness. "Yeah..I am" He said slightly embarrassed. "How are you feeling you hadn't answered my question."

"Uh yeah, I'm alright, my chest hurts like a bitch though, I guess I'll be stuck here for a bit, eh?" he admitted, rubbing his still sore chest.

Yesung laughed weakly at Kangin's statement, he knows how it might have felt like, his very own chest was itching and stinging as well.

The first few words between them had been brief. Awkwardness still hung heavy between them. Especially for Kangin who was still dwelling on guilt from what he had said to Yesung on the night of the accident. He couldn't help but see the image of Yesung unconscious form in the wreck, and the words he had said to Yesung moments before the accident keep repeating in his head.

"annoying"

"act your age once in awhile"

"people don't take you seriously for anything"

He didn't mean it. He never meant any of it.

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As time passed, the both of them found themselves talking like they haven't had in a long time. They keep coming up with things to talk about, things to joke and laugh about, as both carefully steer away from touching any subject regarding the accident. It's been a long time since they last spent their time together like this. As selfish and wrong as it sounded, Yesung was grateful to be given a chance to rebuild the bond they once had. Even under this circumstances.

At some point in that morning, Sungmin had barged into Kangin's room heavily, armed with his crutches, face almost drained out of color only to find Yesung in the room. The poor kid woke up from his slumber only to find Yesung missing from his bed. In his panicked state, he thought that Yesung had gone missing, ran away from the hospital, kidnapped or something as equally bad. Luckily enough, his instinct told him to check Kangin's room down the hall. "Hyung!" Sungmin nearly yelled "What are you doing out of bed?" Worried and relieved at he same time. Almost near gave him a damn heart attack.

Feeling guilty for causing such commotion for Sungmin, Yesung calmly explained what had happened, how he had sneaked himself out of the his own room to find Kangin. He apologized to Sungmin for acting so rashly. Sungmin understood fully, but he doesn't have to like the decision that Yesung had taken, especially with his own body is on the mend. The younger man then left the two alone, knowing they both needed time with each other, especially after what had happened. Sungmin thought it would be a good time for them to tie the loose ends.

With Sungmin gone, the two of them went back to talking about their pasts, about all those times they had spent together when they just started out. They had been really young. Yesung and Kangin had naturally became close because of their age. There were times when Yesung was the only person that Kangin could confide to. His secrets, troubles, and worries, he had laid them all on Yesung. And Yesung had never once turned him down. Kangin wondered where did that time go. How did they end up the way they are now, it's not that he doesn't care about Yesung nowadays. Honestly, he just never really gave Yesung much of a thought. One thing he knows for sure, that Yesung wasn't the cause of their fading close bond.

"Kangin, do you remember that one time when we were pacticing?

"Which one? We practiced a whole lot before Jongwoon-ah, and we still do now..."

"That time, when we all just started our trainee days. We were practicing the dance real hard and I keep on getting it wrong, along with a few other people. Because of that, the dance teacher punished us, we weren't allowed to go out for lunch. But after you came back from lunch, you brought me a cup of ramen. You even took me to the stairs behind the building, so no one will find out. Did you remember that?"

Honestly, Kangin raked his mind at it, trying to remember that specific event. But he truly couldn't get the picture in his mind. There'd been too many mischief that he had gotten himself into with various people, making it hard for him to remember.

"Uh, I'm not sure if I remembered that Jongwoon-ah...sorry..." He admitted, feeling somewhat guilty that he couldn't make himself remember.

Yesung's face fell for a mere second then it was quickly replaced by a forced uncomfortable smile. "Oh, that's alright, it was a long long time ago anyways, and it's not that important too..." He could hear his voice wavered somewhat , betraying his stoic expression. He then quickly moved to another topic.

Their conversations caried on through out the day, casually interrupted by nurses on duty doing their round of check up on.

Yesung's doctor had came into Kangin's room personally, advising him to go back to his room to get himself check up and rested, but Yesung had calmly and politely told his doctor that he's fine and to leave him be.

In the back of Kangin's mind, he wanted to apologize to Yesung for being a jerk to him moments before the accident. But somehow the words aren't coming out of his mouth. "Why is it so damn hard to say I'm sorry?" He really was sorry and he had wanted Yesung to know that he never meant it. Maybe next time, he noted mentally. Maybe he's just not ready to talk about it just yet. So he decided to just enjoy Yesung's company which he had missed. Time did took away a lot of things away from him, even something as important as his close friendship that he used to have with Yesung.

Casually, they'd fall into silence. But neither of them wanting to be apart from each other, both of them truly content and grateful in each others' company.

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Two more days passed with Yesung constantly being on Kangin's side, barely even spending anytime in his own room. Even his family and friends now knew where to find him if they can't find him in his room.

The only time Yesung would be spending time in his own hospital room is when he needed his surgical dressing cleaned or changed, or when he's knocked out cold by the cocktail of drugs that the doctors have adminstered for him. Which he hated very much so when that happens.

Two days passed, only to prove that Kangin is going backwards on his recovery. He had grown more quiet and paler. He had even lost his appetite and developed a fever on top of everything. Yesung was the first to notice the change in his friend. Sending him into another whirlpool of worry and restlessness. He couldn't accept the fact that Kangin was getting worse instead of getting better. How could have things suddenly turned for the worse?

Hours passed, and Kangin had not awoken yet, and it worried Yesung to no end. He also noticed that Kangin's breath had become labored. The medical staffs had been in an out of the room since morning, but none of them were willing to tell him anything. They'd come in, shove Yesung aside to get some space to work around his unconscious friend, scribble on the chart and left him to toy with his own confusion. Some nice nurse would kindly tell him to go back to his room and get some rest before he exerts himself and face unwanted complications .Yesung is still recovering after all.

But he didn't care about himself. There's another person that he's more worried about.

By evening time, more medical staff poured into the room, this time hooking up Kangin to more IVs, they also turned the heart monitor back on. Yesung could only sit back and watch helplessly not really understanding what had caused his friend's health to detoriate.

That night he found himself slumped in the plastic chair beside Kangin's bedside again, eyes at half mast, body exhausted as hell. It'd didn't help that his mind is a cluttered mess, he can barely think straight anymore.

When the on duty doctor came in that night for routine check-ups, his expression had been solemn.

"Doctor..what's wrong with him? " Yesung's voice sounded small and innocent, his tone almost pleading.

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Uh-oh, I did it again! What's happening to Kangin? Will he live? Will Yesung be able to deal with everything? Find out in the next chapter. =^_^=

I had to break this chapter into two parts. It was going to be too long and confusing. I didn't realize it had gotten that long! I'm sorry for my tendency to over explain the situation with endless possibly useless details. I can't help it. T_T
Other than that I hope this chapter is not too boring, and I hope you guys will still enjoy reading it. The calm before the storm... dun... dun.. dun...

I'm also wondering if you guys are okay with lengthy chapters? In case something like this ever happens again. ~_~.

Cheers darlings! Take care and stay safe!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM JONG WOON!

2009-08-24T00:52:09Z

I have not touched Illustrator in TWO YEARS! So for the most part, I fail at vectoring Yesung.
I thought I'd make a little fan art of Yesung since it's his birthday today. I was gonna make a little tribute video but GUESS WHAT?!! I fail even more at it.

For some weird reason, the colors became messed up once I open the file in PS. The color's off by a lot compared to my original version on Illustrator. Don't know why it's like that, two years ago, I never had any prob with it. Don't know how to fix it T_T.

Because of the color crisis, I made two versions...

★HAPPY BIRTHDAY YESUNG!★

★생일축하합니다 예성!★

We Never Dance Alone : Chapter Three

2009-08-20T22:48:35Z

Title: We Never Dance Alone : Chapter Three
Rated: T
Genre : Angst / Friendship
Characters : Kangin , Yesung with Leeteuk , Heechul, Hankyung, Shindong, Donghae, Ryewook, Kyuhyun
Warning: UNBETA-ED, F-words & Co. , mindless whumpage of characters, possibly inaccurate medical jargon.
Summary : After a hard day of work, all Kangin wanted was to go home and get some much needed sleep. Just how and why the hell did he end up in this mess?

It was almost 4 o' clock in the morning but Leeteuk still had his eyes glued to his laptop browsing funny videos on the internet. He'd laugh out loud, but everyone else is sleeping and he didn't want to risk Heechul coming into his room whacking him in the head for waking him up with his famous hightoned laughter. So he tried to giggle as softly as he could, though at some point he'd burst out laughing anyways, only to cover his mouth with the pillow.

He was planning to sleep since hours ago, but one funny video had let to another, and almost 3 hours later he was still there, lying on his stomach on his bed, engulfed by the funny videos. Oh internet, how I love you so! He glanced at the time on the bottom of his laptop screen, realizing how late it was. He didn't really care, as he's not secheduled for anything for the next two days. Plenty of time to catch up on sleep, Teuki-Teuki! He grinned at that thought, sastisfied that he'd be able to laze around for two days.

Speaking of schedules; Where on earth is Kangin? Isn't he supposed to be recording for a variety show tomorrow? He must be out drinking again after tonight's recording. Leeteuk automatically assumed since that's usually the case most of the time. "He's gonna be looking and feeling like crap tommorow at work" he muttered to himself.

But the leader instinct made him reach for his cellphone to call Kangin and remind him about his early morning schedule. I have indeed turned into a mother. He shook his head in disbelief , fingers stabbing on his phone as he dialed Kangin's number. It didn't surprise him when he was connected to the voice mail.
Leave a message my foot! He muttered half playfully half annoyed. "Your butt is going to be in serious trouble tommorow Youngwoon-ah!" He imagined Kangin half asleep, looking like a panda as they film him for the show tomorrow.

He had thought of calling Yesung or Sungmin to ask if Kangin had ditched them, and went out to have a drink or two with his buddies. But he changed his mind as soon as he was about to dial Yesung's number. "Hmm... they must be already asleep then, it wouldn't be nice if I disturb them just to ask about what's obvious. Besides, they had a full schedule today. They must be exhausted." Leeteuk contemplated.

Kangin is so going to get a 10hour lecture tomorrow. Leeteuk decided as he clicked 'play' on the video to continue his interrupted funny videos marathon.

Just as he was getting into it, his phone rang and vibrated. Causing him to jump, stunned by the sudden ringing and vibrating of his cellphone. "Kangin, I'm going to kill you!" Leeteuk reached for his cellphone as he was confident that Kangin must be the one calling. Kangin, the drunk who slurs himself silly when he talks on the phone.

Leeteuk didn't bother to check the display screen, he flipped his phone open putting it close to his ears as he expects a slurry voice accompanied with a whole lot of nonsense from the other end of the line.

But it never came. Instead the voice on the other line was sounding way too serious, sending a bolt of worry into him.

His face fell, a knot settled in the pit of his stomach, concern looming over him. "H-hello? Who is this?"

"Leeteuk-sshi..." The voice on the line replied, and then there was a pregnant pause which only made Leeteuk's heart beats fast and hard against his ribs. It was their manager, finally recognizing the voice.

"Leeteuk-shi... I'm sorry to be calling you up at this kind of unearthly hours..." Another pause, and it's driving Leeteuk stir-crazy. He didn't know why, but he couldn't bring himself to ask his manager to quit beating around the bush and say what he needed to say. So he continued to listen intently waiting for his manager to continue.

He heard the manager clears his throat. Something big and heavy is about to be dropped onto his head, he could feel it. "Leeteuk-sshi..." for the third time, the voice on the other line is full of hesitation. " The members... Kangin, Sungie, Hyukjae and Sungmin.... they got into a serious accident on their way home to the dorm... they' were all brought to Samsung Medica-.."

And then everything in Leeteuk's line of sight went blank as he tried to process the information that was slapped onto him. It really did felt like a slap. His mouth hung agape as all the possibilities starts to race through his mind.

No, this can't be happening...

Even though he never quite heard the whole explanation from his manager, the nagging in the back of his head tells him that things aren't looking good. He hadn't realize that his eyes were brimming with moisture, his mouth muttering assurance telling himself to calm down. At that very moment Leeteuk's mind and body was working on autopilot mode.

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Leeteuk didn't remember how he had frantically woke the other members up to deliver them the news. He barely even remembered their reactions upon hearing the news.He didn't even remember how he and the other six Super Junior members crammed themselves into one van, making their way towards the hospital. He just wanted to see his hurt dongsaengs with his very on eyes. He needed to be with them.

Everything was moving in a motion of blur for him until he stepped into the hospital.

Until his nose caught the smell of disinfectant in the air around him.

Until he saw his manager sitting hunched in one of the seating provided in front of the emergency hall lobby.

That's when all of his sense came back to him. He ran towards his manager, followed by six other Super Junior members. Six of his twelve brothers.

"Hyung!" Leeteuk sat heavily next to his manager, with too many questions not knowing which one to ask first. Heechul and Shindong were already running their mouths, asking unruly questions. Which was sure to make the manager's head spin.

"Give it a break! Heechul! Shindong!" Leeteuk's firm voice ordered. It's a rare occasion for the members to see Leeteuk acting like that. Thinking about it again, there probably never was a time when he did act like that. Heechul's eyes were wide from shock, his mouth threatening to spit out angry words but he swallowed them down and shut his mouth, understanding the situation at hand. Understanding that Leeteuk's worried and scared as hell. He knows, because he feels the same too.

The manager's voice was sullen and weak, but he was ready to tell the boys what's going on with the members in questioned, skipping the accident details for time being. He started with the lighter news. "Sungmin and Eunhyuk are going to be okay, that's what they told me. But they are both still being examined though, just to make sure nothing else is wrong." "Sungmin's ankle is going to need a minor surgery though, and he won't be able to dance or gets involved with any heavy activities for a few weeks. As for Hyukjae, he fractured his arm, luckily it wasn't severe, so his arm is just going to be in a plaster cast for a few weeks. He's pretty much still in shock. Other than that, it's just cuts and bruises."

The seven Super Junior members lets out a breath of relief, thankful that Sungmin and Eunhyuk is not in any kind of life threatening condition. But what was about to come out from their manager's mouth regarding the two other members, left them with dreadful possibilities.

The manager sighed a heavy sigh. The kind of sigh that leaves the air with a heavy unsettling feeling. "Kangin and Yesung..." He choked on a sob. Ryewook was already crying on Kyuhyun's chest, hiding away his tear strained face. "They are both in a very critical condition the last time they updated me. Yesung had not gained consciousness since the accident, and they were saying that he's got some internal bleeding going on. He's been really unstable so they're still trying to get him to stabilized so they can finally start operating on him. There's a big possiblity ... we could lose... him"

From Leeteuk, to Heechul, Hankyung, Shindong, Donghae, Ryewook to Kyuhyun, none of them are able to control the tears they've been holding back anymore. None of them can find anything to say, to respond. They felt their heart shatter.

The manager's voice cracked as he continued, unwillingly feeding them more terrible news. "Kangin's in the operation theater right now. They suspected that the movements he made before the rescue team arrived had been the culprit to his extended injuries."

Seven teary pair of eyes wondered in confusion, wanting straight explanations even though they knew damn well that more explanations will only lead to more knives getting stabbed into their fragile hearts.

"He was trying to help the old couple in the other car... the other car that crashed into the van after it flipped..." The manager couldn't control his sobbing any longer but he knew he had to carry on. "Damn it that rockheaded Youngwoon!" The manager suddenly burst in anger, knowing too well that Kangin's stubbornness had caused him this mess. "His movements caused his broken ribs to puncture his lungs. Now it's causing a big complication for him."

Suddenly it was all too much for Leeteuk to handle, his body shook with unstoppable sobs. He wanted to wake up from this nightmare. But only to find Hankyung and Donghae's arms around him comforting him as their hearts shattered with him, reminding him that this was all very real. Heechul had quietly backed away towards the seat, still finding it hard to believe that he had almost lost four of his friends, and there's no telling if he's still going to lose two out of four of them. The feeling of anger and sadness mixed inside of him like a bad mix of chemical substance, raging inside of him.

This is the time when we needed each other the most...

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Hours passed , darkness outside was starting to turn to light, the restless members had been pacing around like ghosts, haunting the waiting area. They were allowed to briefly see Sungmin and Eunhyuk. The reason why they didn't spend too long with them is because Sungmin was going to receive a minor surgery for his ankle early that morning, they decided to leave him to rest as he was barely coherent anyways . Eunhyuk on the other hand was knocked out by sedatives they had given him, as an attempt to let his body rest and recover from the shock.

Heechul , Donghae and Shindong had left the hospital right after their brief visits. With a promise to come back right after they are done with their schedule.

While waiting aimlessly for any kind of news about Yesung and Kangin; Leeteuk and Ryewook had unwillingly fell asleep leaning on each other, on the seating in the waiting room, too exhausted from all of the emotional meltdown. But everytime medical personnels shuffled passed them they'd open their eyes hoping gor good news regarding their friends. And then they'd be on another battle with sleep and exhaustion. To pass his time, Hankyung had been stalking the nurses on the front desk,as every ten minutes passed, trying to fish out updates on his friends.

Almost 45 minutes and 3 cups of coffee that tasted like crap later, a tall man with graying hair and kind face came to approach them. "Gentlemen..." He nodded. "I'm the doctor who is in charged for Kim Jongwoon's surgery."

Upong hearing that, the three men were fast on their heels, charging towards the tall doctor. Fatigue schmatigue. They looked like a group of hungry pirahnas attacking a piece of meat. Just like that the doctor was bombareded with 101 questions which consists of the hows, whats, whys and whens.

"Gentlemen, calm down... Sorry to keep you waiting." The doctor offered a sincere apology. For he knows how it must have been hard to be in their position.

Leeteuk raised and eyebrow, obviously more intereste din how Yesung is doing.

Without sugar coating his explanation the doctor began, "I'm not going to lie to you that Jongwoon-sshi's injuries from the accident was serious, as we are dealing with internal injuries. It took us awhile to get him stabilized before we could carry out the much needed surgery for him.But the surgery was a success, and with proper care and monitoring, barring any complications, he will be able to heal in time. But that doesn't mean that he's completely out of the woods yet. There's a lot of complications that we will be monitoring as he progress."

Sastisfied with the little hope they saw they are all now just eager to see Yesung. "Can we see him?"

The doctor paused, weighing the three eager men's small request. He supposed it won't cause any hard for his patient's friends to pay him a little visit."Alright, I'll let you guys briefly see him, but you can't stay too long, as I told you before he's not completely out of the danger zone yet." His words almost sounded like a warning, but his eyes were kind. "Follow me..."

Just like little eager kids being led to the toy store, Leeteuk, Hankyung and Ryewook followed the doctor, up the lift, down the hall...

Room 248 Kim Jongwoon, the sign outside the door reads. The three of them could once again feel their hearts beating uncontroablly inside their chests. Eager, scared, and anxious, that would the three feelings amongst other feelings they are experiencing.

"Let me remind you of what you might be expecting when you see him..." The doctor had explained some of the things they might expect to see on their way up to the room. Honestly though, who's listening when you have about other 10,000 things running through your head?

The doctor opened the door as quietly as he can. He gave a soft nod, signaling the three men that they can now step into the room.

Leeteuk's heartbeat is now drumming loudly in his ears as they quietly made their steps into the dimly lit room. He didn't know what to expect, he had never been placed in this kind of situation before, seeing someone he cares about hurt and lying on a hospital bed. People say there's always the first for every experience. He, Park Jungsoo has got to admit, this experience sucks big time!

It took a moment for them to locate Yesung among the tubes snaking in and out of his fragile frame.

Leeteuk froze to the sight before him. Jongwoon? Our Yesung? could this really be him? He find it hard to swallow the fact that the still form lying in front of him the Yesung he knows. His eyes continued to wander, making sure he's really seeing what he's seeing. Yesung laid perfectly still, an oxygen mask obscuring his too pale face, making him look small and fragile. Small cuts an bruises stood out clearly against his translucent skin, on his face, on his hands.

And then it finally dawned on him. Oh my god, Yesung.... his heart broke for the hundreth time that day.

To Be Continued...

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Okay as you can see I struggled again with this chapter. *headesks x 100* For those who had been waiting for Yesung, there'll be more Yesung on the next chapter. That's a promise. Sorry for hiding the boy for so long. This is more like a filler chapter which I can't really do without. I hope everyone who had been following this fic aren't dissapointed with this chapter for the lacks of it.

Cheers darlings. Stay Safe!

We Never Dance Alone : Chapter Two

2009-08-19T04:34:26Z

Title: We Never Dance Alone
Rated: T
Genre : Angst / Friendship
Characters : Kangin , Yesung with Sungmin & Eunhyuk.
Warning: UNBETA-ED, F-words & Co. , mindless whumpage of characters, possibly inaccurate medical jargon.
Summary : After a hard day of work, all Kangin wanted was to go home and get some much needed sleep. Just how and why the hell did he end up in this mess?

As he jolted into awareness, he could hear muffled sound from around him. That was the first thing he noticed when he came to. He just couldn't quite pinpoint where or who it came from though. When he opened his eyes trying to focus on his surrounding, he realized that the the vehicle that he was on is now no longer standing on all four of it's tires. He could make that much out.

And then there was pain.White hot pain coursing through his body and he could taste copper in his mouth. Blood. God, I hope my teeth are all still intact. And my tongue too. He tried to move from the awkward position he found himself in. He then soon regretted it as the movement sent an intense pain in his chest and he gasped. He closed his eyes, one hand pressing over his chest. The pain surprisingly lessened somewhat. He took a deep breath, trying to get himself collected.

"K-kangin... Kangin hyung..." Sungmin's voice sounded more like a whisper. "Hyung... I think we just got ourselves in trouble again. His voice was shaky but it was obvious that he's trying to lighten up the deep shit situation they are in right now.

Suddenly the pain assaulting his body dissipated from his mind. Protective instinct rushed over him. "I-I-is everyone alright?" He could hear Sungmin and Eunhyuk muttering something but he can't surely make out what.Then he heard their driver hyung from the front seat saying something like he's stuck.

"Is everyone alright? What the hell happened?" Kangin asked again, sounding more composed this time.

"I'm not sure but my body is sure aching a whole lot everywhere!" Eunhyuk whined cradling his left arm.

"I think I screwed my ankle from the tumble dry ride we just experienced. Sungmin added with a groan.

"How about you driver hyung?"

"Uh.. I think my leg's broken, I can't move." The middle aged man answered, wedged in between the full inflated airbag and the car seat, pretty much upside down. Worry evident in his voice. "The road's too icy, the van slid through since it was too slippery. I-I couldn't gain control, then we slammed into something and the van f-flipped and r-r-rolled..." The scene that he had witnessed a few moments ago fresh in his mind, sending chills through him.

At least everyone is still alive. The relief was short lived when Kangin realized one more person's response never came. Suddenly they realized. Yesung.

Yesung!" They cried out almost in unison. "Yesung hyung!" Sungmin called out once more, inching towards the unconscious man, ignoring his throbbing ankle. Yesung was lying awkwardly like a crumpled bath towel on the floor.

"Yesung hyung!" Yesung hyung!!" Sungmin tapped Yesung's face gently trying to get the older man to wake, but getting no response from him. There was a visible gash on the side of his face , blood streamed down matting the side of his face and hair. Sungmin quickly checked for a pulse. Too slow, that can't be good. His breathing doesn't sound right either. Other than that, Sungmin can't seem to find any other obvious injuries. He looked up, eyes meeting with Eunhyuk's worried eyes.

"Kangin hyung..." Sungmin's voice shook more than before causing Kangin's worry to increase by tenfold. "He needs help now!" Sungmin continued urgently.

Not wasting a second, Kangin reached into his pocket trying to fish out his cellphone but his hand found nothing. "Sonuvabitch!" He cursed. Must have slipped out of his pocket while the van was rolling around! Despite the pain radiating in his chest, Kangin doesn't want to panic, at least not yet. Gotta keep it together, gotta keep it together.

Not bothered to look for his cellphone, he turned to Eunhyuk who was pretty much still in shock. "Hyukkie, gimme your phone, HURRY!" Kangin extended his hand towards Eunhyuk hoping Eunhyuk's phone is still attached to him.

As if finally snapping out of a daydream, Eunhyuk clumsily got his good hand working on finding his cellphone just as told. Once he got it, he quickly hands it to Kangin.

"Thank god!" Kangin grabbed the phone from the younger man with a small nod. He didn't realize that his hands were trembling badly, but he managed to make quick dial to 119. Once connected to the emergency service, a feeling of relief washed over him. The voice on the other line was calm, sounding almost bored. In the back of his mind, he felt like yelling bloody murder to the person for being so calm. How on earth can anyone be so calm upon receiving such news? He thought begrudgingly.

After few questions asked and some information provided, the conversation between Kangin and the emergency operator ended rather smoothly given the situation they were in at the time; an upturned van, a stuck driver, an unconscious friend, and two freaked out donsaengs. But help is on the way. And that's what matters.

"It's okay Hyukkie, everything's going to be okay. Help is on their way, we'll get out of this mess soon." Kangin offered knowing Eunhyuk is more freaked out compared to Sungmin who is more collected.

Right then is when he realized there's a car right behind their wrecked van.

"What the..." Kangin mumbled, eyes fixed on the shattered windshield on the back of the van. And with that, Sungmin and Eunhyuk noticed that they weren't the only one involved in the wreck. Another car must have crashed into their van in the midst of it all. They hadn't even realize that there was a car lodged to the back of their van.

Without a word Kangin sprung into action, crawling towards the door trying to pry it open with all his might.

"Hyung!!" Sungmin and Eunhyuk called for the older man. The driver's attention caught when he heard the two younger man cried out for Kangin. He turned his head as far as he could. "K-kangin... what are you trying to do??" The driver slurred, close to passing out.

"Im going to see if the people in the other car are alright!" Determination bright in his eyes eventhough his body condition isn't fairing as bright.

"But hyung!You're hurt too!" Eunhyuk was quick to object, knowing Kangin isn't doing too great himself. He could feel it in his guts even though Kangin is trying his best to keep a strong front in front of everyone. Just the way he always does.

Not letting Yesung out of his sight, Sungmin speaks up "Hyung, just let the rescue team deal with them! I'm sure they are hurt too! If not they would have came to check on us. If that's the case, it's not much you could do too, hyung! Let's just wait till help arrive, they're not far out I'm sure."

Lee Sungmin made sense. Kangin knows that. He should listen to Sungmin once in awhile. And now would have been the perfect time to listen to him. But no, Kangin being Kangin, he just needed to check out on the people on the other car. Decision made. Suggestions will be ignored.

The car door finally slid open even though it had taken him a while to open it since the van is now upside down. He's just glad that the door isn't screwed to hell, it'd be easier for the paramedics to get Yesung, Sungmin and Eunhyuk out. Though he can't say the same for the poor driver.

Before heading out, Kangin turned his head, glancing over his shoulder to see Sungmin, Eunhyuk and Yesung who was still out cold, head rested on Sungmin's lap.He tossed the phone back to Eunhyuk, who caught it by surprise. "Call the ambulance for extra help, the people in the other car might need it as much as we do." His attention then turned to Sungmin. "Minnie, watch out for Jongwoon, make sure he doesn't go anywhere." His voice wavered. He can't go anywhere! He's not allowed to. God, please you gotta be okay Jongwoon-ah.

The two younger men nodded. Sungmin understood what Kangin meant. No way in hell he'd let Yesung hyung go anywhere. His fingers never left Yesung's neck, dilligently keeping tabs on the older man's pulse.

"Be right back!" Kangin flashed a wink as he made his way out of the wreck that once were their transport.

Getting on his two feet weren't as refreshing as he thought it would be. The forgotten pain made it's appearance once again when with a vengeance. A sharp hot white pain shot right up his chest. Busted ribs alright! He continued towards the wreck that was connected to the rear side of their upturned van. His legs were wobbly and they don't even feel like they belonged to him.

The short walk felt like a very long one for him. But of course, nothing could beat the 24hour marathon he once participated in. A small smile formed across his face at the memory. How they had started with so much enthusiasm and had end up looking like death warmed up by the time they reached the finish line. Yesung had been the only one that got hurt and collapsed in the event. That part of memory sent another bolt of pain ripping through him, bringing him back to the situation at hand.

The intensity of the pain that had been blossoming in his chest seemed to increase with each step. The freezing air is not helping any, he couldn't quite take a full breath in.

Nearing the car, he could see two people slumped in the front seats. He felt his heart dropped at the sight of two elderly couple unconscious under the twisted metal. Extending a hand through the shattered window he checked for the man's pulse. His hands were trembling even more than they already were . But the thump...thump...thump he felt against the old man's pulse point made him sighed in relief. Reaching out to check on the lady on the other side of the car had sent Kangin's body into another bout of agony. He wasn't sure what was that about, but his vision starting to gray around the edges. "Thank god,both of them are alive" He panted. Traces of vapor coming out of his mouth with each pant. Feeling his breathing getting more constricted than before, and each breath is becoming an effort.

Kangin leaned against the totaled car, facing up the dark sky, pulling in a deep breath trying to rid the black spots that were lazily dancing in his vision. He wondered why is he suddenly feeling the way he's feeling. He wondered if the rescue team is coming anytime soon. They should be here by now.He wondered about how Sungmin, Eunhyuk and Yesung are holding up. Jongwoon...

As if answering his question, the wailing of the ambulance reached his ears. The flashing red and blue invaded his sight, illuminating the area. He sighed a grateful sigh knowing that help has finally arrived, they will be out of this mess and everyone is going to be okay. They will all be, right?

Within seconds of the rescue team's arrival, the police and the paramedics poured out towards the crash site with a flurry of activities. When Kangin saw a couple of paramedics running towards their van, it registered to him that he needed to check on everyone back in the van as well. But his steps were interupted by a firm hand on his shoulder, stopping him from going any further.

"Sir, you need to be checked out, you're hurt." The man in a paramedic attire offered with a kind assuring smile.

"N-n-no, no, I-I've gotta check on my friends! I've gotta, gotta make sure they're alright! M-m-make sure Jongwoon's alright..." Kangin found himself stammering like a fool.

But before the man could open his mouth again to reason with Kangin, he brushed the man off with the normal "I'm fine" line and dragged his weary legs towards the van leaving the paramedic in awe.

The still very shocked Eunhyuk was the first to be escorted out of the wreck. Sungmin appeared behind him limping as he walks, helped by another paramedic. At first Sungmin refused to leave Yesung, but after they had convinced him that Yesung is now in good hands and they needed space to work on him, he sadly relented. The last glimpse he caught was of the paramedics quickly cutting away Yesung's shirt and slipping an oxygen mask over his face.

Kangin stood nearby, relieved that Sungmin and Eunhyuk are out of the wreck and ready to be transported out to the hospital. But his mind raced as he waits for Yesung's turn to be taken out of the damned wreck and given a clear to be transported out. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the protest that his body was on. He's determined to wait until Yesung is out and on his way to the hospital safely. Then would only he let the paramedics check on him. Until that happens, he won't budge, and he had made it clear to any rescue staffs that tried to remove him away from where he's standing.

Everything happened in slow motion as Kangin took in the flurry of activity happening before him.
He saw Yesung briefly before the older man was rushed towards the waiting ambulance, with the paramedics frantically barking instructions at each other.

"His blood pressure is circling! We're going to lose him" the petite paramedic lady informed the tall burly male paramedic.

Yesung looked so... dead. The image of Yesung unconscious, bleeding and possibly dying clear in his mind. A knot forms in the younger man's throat and he swallows it thickly. He couldn't think, his mind becoming foggy and his visions blurred. He blinked back the moisture in his eyes. His chest on fire. He suddenly finds himself in a battle with the pull of oblivion.

He tried, he really did. But his visions are blurring around the edges, and suddenly everything seems to be melting together. He scrambled to hang onto something, he felt detached, the pain in his chest encompassing his body, making it hard to breathe.

He heard frantic voices around him.

He felt his world tilt.

He saw shadows looming over him.

And then darkness came, taking away all the pain as he slipped into unconsciousness.

To be continued...

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Holy shit! That was long. The last part gave me a hell of a headache. I hate it when I can imagine the scenes so clearly but fail to put it into words. *headdesk* Once again, I hope you guys won't be put off by this chapter. I'll work hard on the next one. I'm sorry if this chapter doesn't quite live up to your expectations. But in any case, I hope you'll enjoy reading it.

Cheers <3

We Never Dance Alone :Chapter One

2009-08-17T21:53:17Z

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This is my first ever fic, I have ideas and plots swimming around in my head all the time but could never get myself to actually finish one. I hope this not too painful to read. But I've tried my best. Promise.
Since English isn't my first language, I think it'd be nice to have a beta. So if anyone would like to help out and be my beta, please do message me or give me a shout.

Cheers darlings.