[FIC] Without

Title: Without
Characters: Heechul
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 304
Summary: He's left without the other and it's emptier than he thought.
A/N: Again a fic written because of recent events. This time it's Heechul's cyworld post that inspired me to write this short drabble. So don't expect anything fluffywuffy loveydovey or giddy-happy. It's the raw core of what I imagined right after reading his post. It's kind of related to A very Twitter day in a way, because it has the same kind of writing style and viewing point, but this obviously is not the same kind of nonsense as that one was. I know this all probably sounded like heavy words, but I'm in a serious mood. (Although I'm not sad, I wrote that emotion out of me, into this..) Hope you guys will like it, even though it's so harsh. Please do comment.

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Fuck. That’s what he thought when he pressed send.

Fuck. That’s what he thought when he got the message that his entry was sent.

Fuck. That’s what he thought when the first tear wet his cheek.

And then he started bawling like a baby.

Yet at the same time, he smiled. Thinking of the good times he had with his friend. Thinking of the times they had a drink together. Thinking of how they had made fun of the other members together. Thinking of how terribly empty the house had become without the other.

And the smile fell. Because who was he trying to kid anyway?

As he thought that, he felt the tears wash freely over his cheeks. They kept coming, as if his body had water to spare and wanted to lose it all. He cried like he hadn’t cried ever since he had gotten into the car accident and shattered his leg. Yet he cried as silently as he could, because he didn’t want to wake the other members with his tears. They shouldn’t suffer with him.

He managed to glance around his room through his tears. The empty bottles were spread out around him.. On his desk, on the carpet, on the little table next to his bed, hell, even on top of his bed. One empty bottle of Soju next to the other, thrown away carelessly, because it really didn’t matter where they ended up.

A bitter laugh escaped him when he imagined the scenery..

A bunch of forgotten Soju bottles and a full grown man crying like a baby.

Well wasn’t he pathetic?

Kim Heechul.
Super Junior’s number one Flower Boy.
Korea’s number one arrogance.
The world’s number one pretty face.
The great Kim Heechul.

He guessed being an idiot was something he was great at as well.