Author: Kainet
Title: Whispers
Chapters: Chapter 01
Fandom: Super Junior
Couples: Sichul / Hanchul
Classification: Angst / Au / PG-13
Warning: If you don't like yaoi (boy's love) DON'T read this fanfiction.
DON'T copy this fanfic, if you want to share it ask the permission of the author.
Author's Note: Ehm... Well this is my first English Fanfiction. (I write fanfictions since i was 14 years old, but all in spanish, so now i'm... trying to translate one of my fanfictios. I hope you'll like it) Is really angst so dont hate me i dont know how to write comedy =__= Sorry, sorry, sorry (?) I hope u'll understand my poor english and if you dont please tell me ok? it would be so helpfull for me ^^U Enjoy!
© Kainet 2009. All rights reserved. Distribution of any kind is prohibited without the written consent of Kainet.
The following is a work of Fiction. The events and characters are fictional and the celebrity names/images merely borrowed and do not represent who the celebrity is in real life. No offence is intended towards them, their families or friends.---------------------------------
Whispers 
"And as a flurry of whispers
He invaded every inch of my skin.
He took over my days and my nights disrupted.
After meeting him,
I never was the same ... "By Hankyung
First PartChina, seven o'clock. I'm going for a walk around the shopping malls that my mother often visit, my gaze is cold and perhaps a little distant. Despite being regarded as someone nice, i never ceased to be so distant from people. I feel a terrible fear to get close to others, perhaps it is the imprint that he left inside of me. Perhaps this is evidence of a love that i can't forget. If i could just go back in time and erase his memory, if i could return to the past and prevent our meeting that day. My hands tremble as i seek to avoid the tears. I close my eyes, i'm dizzy, i feel that everything turns and my heart grieves. I maintain the composure as he returns to my memory again and again: the smell and the softness of his skin, the feeling that his hair used to generated when stroked to sleep; the texture of his hair when I took it between my fingers when he was asleep in my arms. We both lost those times, those whispers. This is my destiny, this is my place. I breathe deeply, my hands no longer tremble, my eyes are dry and the dizziness is gone. I'm in China, not in South Korea. I repeat it again and again until i'll understand it and accept it. I'm in China and i'll never go back to South Korea. He has already begun to live his life again, there is no reason to stop in a moment of the past. Yes, I'm in China, in my place, following the steps of my destiny.
- Hankyung? Son, hurry ... we will be late .- My mother walks towards me, take my arm and guided me to shop for men. She looks so proud, so happy, so alive, so beautiful. This is my place, this is my destiny. Once again I was lost in my thoughts but how to avoid it if i have printed his memory on my skin? how to let go all those memories that we grow in South Korea? My best friend, my eternal love, Heechul .- Son, this suit match better with the red tie. She says while in silence i walk to the dressing room. Once inside, i lie on the cold wall. I have a headache, the tears maybe. Tears that i have avoid. I wish the pain goes away, I want to erase all my past.
-Mother ... - she comes in and fits my shirt. With a huge smile approves my clothes: it's time to go to meet the partner of my father and his children.
On the way to the limo, my heart is stirred again, my tears try to escape from my cold face but it is impossible. Once in my seat looked towards the window, desperately trying to clear the mind, trying not to cry. This is my destiny, this is my place. I always knew it, so i don't understand why it hurts so much to accept it. This is my destiny, this is my place.
**
It was short, but beautiful. It was soft, but very deep. Were a few months that changed his life. Hankyung's eyes didn't come to look like before, no, his eyes didn't return to the past, his eyes became dependent on that person so complicated, so seemingly perfect, but fragile and awkward in his real moments. His life changed. His lips forgot the korean words, his mouth could only say one name, again and again, slowly and gently, he just knew to say "Heechul". He fell in love, yes, Hankyung fell in love. He fell in love like never before. He fell in love so much, so much that during those days, could only say "saranghae".
Everything started one cold morning when his korean friends took him to buy some magazines at a super market. It was his first week in South Korea. He was looking for something never found in China. He was looking for an adventure that could change his life. It was fast, the arrow that pierced his heart. A quick look that pierced his soul, a flirtatious smile which melted the ice of a life without love, a unique person, who completely changed his life in one second. There was, at the corner store: his adventure, his indelible memory of South Korea. Hankyung walked clumsily to be close to that beautiful boy. In the analytical gaze of the other guy, the shy chinese took the same journal that he had in his hands. The red-haired boy smiled egocentric, and pretend not notice Hankyung when he just looked at him. And they were like that over an hour, then two, then three hours. Hankyung's friends got tired of the silly smiles and furtive glances betwen them and quietly began to move away to leave them alone. They didn't understand the interest of the Chinese. But i really didn't matter, in light of his eyes had been turned on and that exceeded any logical explanation.
-¡Ni hao! Wo de ming zi shi Hankyung- said when his patience was overcome by their beats. he was nervous and couldn't hide that feeling, he was happy, couldn't hide it when the other smiled confused. Hankyung couldn't think of another language, couldn't think in Korean. He tried but failed, and in the face of the other, a sign of tenderness appeared and covered his small mouth to hide that contagious smile. That smile stole Hankyung's heart from the begining.
-Don 't understand ... I'll never learn Chinese- lied. All he wanted was to learn the most beautiful words in that language. Words he wanted to whisper in the chine's ear.-You will have to learn Korean... - said before taking other magazines and walk to the counter. Walking like a princess, so fragile, so elegant, so perfect. Hankyung followed him with the eyes and stay there in silence. He had to learn that language so difficult to pronounce, so complicated to remember. He had to learn korean.
***
This is my place, i repeat again and again while i'm getting closer to my destiny. The car stops. Here i'm in China, in my place. I walk slow, direct to my destiny. My hands shake, my thoughts are confused, it's my destiny but i'm afraid, i knew it always, always knew it. My mother speak quickly, you don't understand, i only follow her in silence, "listening" her advice. The atmosphere is filled with scent of jasmine, i know they are nearby. The family friend who are helping us now to continue the business of my family in South Korea. The next time i'll see him, he'll hate me. As much as he hated me that night, that last night when i broke his heart. I know that next time we meet he'll pass without looking me, i know that. That was what he said in the voicemail message he left. That message where his voice was broken by his tears. He whispered in chinese that his pride was hurt. I was the reason of that. I'll always remember his last words. I smile like a hypocrite when my mother say that there is the Choi family. The eldest daughter and second son and heir.
**
That was the first time I saw him. His face was numb, as if he had suffered a lot. He was smiling but in some way he looked so fake to me. My sister fell in love with him since that time, i knew it because she got shy and and her gestures were awkward. She blushed and looked beseeching to make me speak first with the host. Thanks to her, both of us start a conversation. A conversation that took us to a friendship, a very strong friendship.
-Hi, nice to meet you my name is Choi Siwon and she is my sister Choi Youngmi - i smiled. He listened carefully to us and was introduced himself in korean. His Korean was good, which surprised and intrigued me, i wanted to know why and the reason of that.
-Young Mi is a beautiful name ... "eternal beauty" ... if I am not mistaken - said with a charming smile that almost made my little sister pass out.
- It is true... - she answered with a blushed face, she was completely in love. But something in his eyes made me hesitate, there was something he was hiding from everybody and i wanted to know that secret.
He, Hankyung, left all very fascinated, he dazzled more than me. And from the beginning, i envied him. And his words made me more envy. That friendship started by my sister, his future wife, she made us very close. Such good friends that one lonely night he told me his secret. I swore never to speak, and now i keep it like the most hidden secret of my life.
Hankyung began to talk about someone who left in South Korea. The man who loves with every inch of his body, mind and soul. That person, the only one that my sister can never replace. That boy with feminine traits that makes everyone fall in love with him. First when Hankyung described Heechul, he did it so well, so detailed, that i never needed a photo of him. Hankyung's words made me draw in my thoughts and then in my dreams the beautiful face of Heechul.
To be continued...
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