Yesung/Ryeowook, a few ninjas
R | Romance, Drama
Life was never particularly kind to Ryeowook. If it meant indulging him in the riches, opportunies thrown at him, then he doesn't need that kindness. All he wanted is a friend, but it's much too hard to ask for.
Warnings: Mentions of drugs, weapons, some vulgar slips,
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“Here are your keys,” Ivan, my so called "friend" dangled in front of my eyes.
“What?” I responded while looking at the alcohol in front of me.
“Have you forgotten already? The bet where I said you wouldn’t last in training for more than 6 months. Well it’s been about…7 months already?”
“You don’t want your yacht or something?” I carelessly asked. A yacht…why would I need one?
“I don’t really use it much and a man has to keep his words,” Ivan retorted back. Ahh, at least he still has pride left to keep his bet.
“Just accept it Ryeowook, there’s no point in him bringing it here and then taking it back.” Another friend, Minhyung chipped in.
I took the keys and shoved it in my pocket. Sometimes…I question my choice in choosing my "friends."
“Where have you been lately? Trying to get a hold of you is one of the hardest things we’ve ever done,” Ivan exaggerated. Yeah, the hardest thing they've ever done is trying to find me.
“Training is harder than I expected, I’m surprised I’m still alive to tell the story.” I took a drink of the alcohol in front of me.
“So are you going to stay a trainee or quit?” Minhyung asked. The question did shock me, I never thought of quitting but I don’t know what to say to them. I’m ‘supposed’ to act heartless and cold. Am I going to tell them that I happened to fall in love with an idiot and that I’m attached to my new group already?
Yes, here I am again. Eavesdropping on Ryeowook’s conversations with his rich friends. It wasn’t the most pleasant thing to do but I guess it’s a little habit now.
Then the question surprised me. “So are you going to stay a trainee or quit?” I don’t know how Ryeowook would respond to that, what does the name Super Junior really mean to him? Do we mean a lot to him in order to keep him by our side?
“What do you think?” He challenged. If I didn’t know better, I thought he was asking me himself. Challenging me to answer the question. I wonder if my answer would affect his answer, if I said yes…would he stay?
“Pshh..of course you’ll leave. Can you imagine yourself working? What a joke.” His friends sarcastically answered.
How can Ryeowook stand these jerks? The jerks that don't even know what hardship means! They waste money as if it grew on trees. These kind of people bother me.
“Correct, you’re smarter than you look.” Ryeowook replied in the same sarcastic tone. I stood there frozen. Did Ryeowook just say that? It really was his voice, the same unique voice I fell in love with. I peered over at their table and yet there was Ryeowook smirking, satisfied with his answer. At that moment…Ryeowook wasn’t the same. He wasn’t the Ryeowook we interacted with everyday, the one who treated his grandparents with great care. He looked no different than his friends at the table.
They all laughed at his reaction, obviously pleased with the answer.
Too angry to even look back, I just left the bar. I don’t care if he gets in trouble tomorrow.
The answer seemed to be the one they expected. I didn’t know what the name Super Junior really meant to me…I feel a thousand times happier when I’m with them…but is there such thing as friendship in this world? Everlasting friends? I don’t think so.
Suddenly one of their watches glittered in front of me due to the diamonds. Time…what time is it?
I looked at my watch and panic ran through me. It’s almost time for my curfew.
“I gotta go,” I said carelessly while getting up.
“Dude…it’s still early, where would you possibly go…unless you have someone waiting for you,” Ivan said suspiciously while raising his eyebrows.
I rolled my eyes; his brain is full of dirty thoughts.
“Yeah…you can say that.” I can’t say that it’s almost my curfew, what would Kim Ryeowook look like in their eyes? I wasn’t lying either, I could kind of guess that Yesung is waiting for me to return. What an idiot, though I am grateful towards him.
“Have fun,” Minhyung winked at me.
I rolled my eyes again, if I keep rolling my eyes, my eyes will fall out soon. “Sure…I’ll try,” I replied back.
I looked back to see if I could catch Yesung…but surprisingly he was nowhere in sight. I guess I’m too spoiled by Yesung, always expecting him to come and fetch me…to keep me out of trouble. Yesung isn’t always going to be here.
I sighed and continued to walk home in silence. I let out a weak laugh; it does feel different when you’re walking by yourself without Yesung, that idiot chattering by your side; the world seems different.
I heard the doorknob turn and was expecting Ryeowook. He came in quietly and jumped when he saw that I was waiting for him.
There was silence as he slowly started to get dress for bed. I turned around to give him privacy. He finally spoke up, “Look, I came home early today.”
“You came home early today but are you going to just walk out on us one day?” The words left my mouth before I finally realized what I said. I WOULD have covered my mouth and apologized immediately, but I didn’t. I wanted to know the answer as well.
“What are you saying? Are you sick?” He replied back with a little hint of annoyance in his tone. It is late and getting integrated before sleeping isn’t the best idea.
“Are you going to leave Super Junior? Can you imagine yourself working? Or is it just a joke to you?” I coldly responded. I never knew I could be so mean but the thought of Ryeowook leaving so easily…Do we mean that little to him? Does he even take Super Junior seriously?
I stood there astonished by his words. It looks like Yesung was there the whole time, listening and is angry by my answer.
I ignored him and started to look at my phone. There’s nothing interesting about it but it’s better than facing Yesung. I don’t think I can answer his question…I want to answer ‘no, I don’t want to leave,’ but something was stopping me. The feeling of being hurt again by my friends haunted me…if I answered no; it was no different than accepting their kindness towards me.
“Does Super Junior mean that much to you? Are you doing this out of boredom?” He continued to interrogate me. I would have snapped back at him if he weren’t Yesung.
“No, I’m not doing this out of boredom.”
“What does Super Junior mean to you then?”
“I don’t know…I don’t have the same passion for singing and dancing like you guys do...” I replied, confused.
“Yes, you do, you wouldn’t have made it this far if you didn’t love to sing.” His words continued to shock me, how could he see through me so easily?
“I don’t know.”
I ended the conversation like that and slipped into bed.
The people I met here…are they really considered my friends? Do they think of me as friends? Yesung…Sungmin…Leeteuk…even Hangeng…their faces flashed through my mind. Slowly the rest of the members did as well.
I could have left training long ago; I know Chunhwa’s been dying to expel me. If he wanted to, I wouldn’t have stayed. But what’s the real thing that’s keeping me here…training everyday…facing hardship... What does Super Junior really mean to me?