| Fan Fiction |
by KiSun
“HeeNim.” His voice cracked as the tears began to fall. “I’m-.”
“I’m sorry, I should’ve never yelled at you like that.” HeeChul sat down in the center of the bed. “It’s just that…You’ve changed, you no longer have your cellphone on, and you rarely have time for me and Rong Rong. I’m just worried about you. ”
“I know, and I’m sorry.” HanKyung stared at his hands before he looked up at his friend.
“I forgive you Han Han, you’re my best friend.” HeeChul smiled as did HanKyung before his smile began to waiver. “Honey…what’s wrong?”
“I can’t do this anymore, I can’t be with Zhou Mi when I know I’m still in love with SiWon.” HanKyung wiped his face. “Love is nothing by complete hell.”
HeeChul sighed. “Don’t give up, you’ll find out your feeling soon.” HanKyung nodded as HeeChul chuckled and kissed his cheek between each word. “I. Love. You. So. Much.” HanKyung chuckled. “I want you to meet someone.” HeeChul grabbed his hand and led him downstairs. “Han Han, I’d like for you to meet Kim, KiBum.”
A tall, tan skin man walked up to the friends, his black hair neatly cut and he had a grin to die for. “Hello.”
“Hi, KiBum.” HanKyung smiled back, he knew he didn’t look his best yet he knew KiBum wouldn’t mind.
“Han Han…where’s Rong Rong?” HeeChul replied. “He usually in the living room playing when someone knew comes around, right?”
HanKyung stomach turned, come to think of it he hadn’t seen Rong Rong since SiWon left and he was sure SiWon hadn’t taken him as he said he let Rong Rong outside. “He’s not in the backyard?”
“No, I always check to make sure Rong Rong’s inside. It was you’re rule for me as a ‘Good Friend’.” HeeChul rolled his eyes. “I’m sure he’s fine.”
HanKyung nodded, but something told him it wasn’t alright. He walked into the kitchen and spotted a note on the table with a red rose lying on top of it.
HanKyung,
You look so peaceful when you’re sleeping
I’m very sorry for what I said yesterday, it was only because I was jealous.
I wish there was a way I could free us from all this hurt I put us through.
I love you, SiWon.
Something in HanKyung’s heart fluttered in a way not even Zhou Mi could do. He held the card closed to his heart and sighed it’s time for him to talk with SiWon.
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