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Promise. [Part 5]

Genre: Fluff, (some) Angst

Rating: PG-13

Characters: Kim Ryeowook, Kim Jinri / Khea (you)

Note: This story will be written in Jinri's point of view. Aaaaand some POV changes, if you don't mind. // A very super late birthday present--again lmao--for Khea (ryeong-k). Sorry it took me a week, but I hope you like it ;u;

Disclaimer: I own the plot, I own Khea (LOLOLOLOL), but I don't own Ryeowook, sadly. /sighs

Foreword: Promises are meant to be kept. You believe that. But, there are times when you secretly doubt them.

A/N: THIS CHAPTER TOOK ME FOREVER. Writer's block--yeah. Sorry Khea, gonna leave you hanging again this time. n_n

[flashback]

"Promise me", he said, stroking my hair--the usual thing he does when he comforts me. "That you will wait for me."

I will, of course I will.

"I promise you, I will be back for you. I will never forget you. Hey, you're my girlfriend, right? Be strong!", he said, chuckling, in a attempt to cheer me up. My lips curved up into a little smile.

"Promise me you won't cry again after this?"

I nodded.

No matter how many times I tried to look away, no matter how many times I tried to demolish the thought, no matter how many times I tried to convince myself that it’s not Ryeowook that I’m seeing right now—

This is reality.

Promises are meant to be broken. Now I believe that.

Curling myself down, I sank myself onto the floor, tears unstoppably rolling down my cheeks. All that time, Kyuhyun's hand didn't leave my shoulder.

"Y-you okay?" Kyuhyun asked timidly, his hand shook as my shoulder trembled. "No", I answered, clearly to-the-point.

He sighed, finally lifting his hand. "Come on."

Eh?

I lifted my head up only to find Kyuhyun towering above me, his hand extended over in front of my face. I looked at him, confused.

"Come on", he repeated, "Let's go to some place else. It's not good to cry in public."

He's got a point.

I tried to stand up, reaching out to his warm hand for support. Kyuhyun patted my head with his free hand as I straighten up beside him, leading the way to exit the mall. I followed him quietly from behind, trying to stop little sobs from slipping out of my mouth as I did that.

I promised not to cry. I promised not to cry.

We reached the sliding glass door as I succeeded at stopping my tears--but it bursted all over again as I glanced to the cafe again, finding Ryeowook's arms around the girl-I-don't-even-want-to-fucking-know's hips.

Damn it.

Fuck the promise--I'm hurt.

Silence enveloped us on our way home. The only noise that came out from us was the sound of coffee being sipped from paper cups. Kyuhyun knew my addiction for caffeine, and he thought buying it would calm me down a bit.

He didn't even made an effort to start a conversation, letting me drown inside my own thoughts.

Soon, a nostalgic feeling struck my senses, and memories fluttered around my brain, flashing uncontrollably, scene by scene, like a film strip.

I suddenly remembered something.

[flashback]

-a few years back-

"H-hey! Where are we going?!" I exclaimed, trying to release Ryeowook's hard grip on my wrist. Gosh, that hurts!

Me and Ryeowook had just finished our dinner at a small cafe down in Incheon when suddenly he threw the bill on the table, without even answering my puzzled expression I threw to him and started pulling me away from the place like insane.

Ryeowook smiled slyly. "You'll know."

"But you don't need to pull me around like this! It looks like I'm your pet or something!" I didn't give up, still struggling away from his grasp.

Ryeowook laughed, a jokingly-annoyed look plastered on his face as he turned his head to face me. "Yah, at this state, people are going to see me as if I want to rape you or some sort! Stop struggling, Khea!"

A wicked smile was plastered on my face as a prankster mood popped up in my head. Instead of stopping whatever I was doing, I put on a horrified face and started screaming out to random people passing around us, "Help! Help! He's going to rape me! Ahhhhh save me!!"

I bit my inner cheeks to supress the smile that was going to form on my lips when I saw some people turn their heads to me, to my wrist which was held tight, and lastly to Ryeowook with his priceless expression.

Seriously, I need to consider playing in a drama since my acting was pretty convincing.

After throwing thousands of replies of, "Nothing! Nothing! I'm seriously doing nothing--she's my girlfriend, for God's sake--I'm not lying!!!!" to people around us, he quickly ran and pulled me along with him in the process.

Once we were far enough from the crowd, I bursted out in an unstoppable series of laughter when Ryeowook pouted an pinched my cheeks, half joking and half laughing at himself for his stupidity. "You don't have to shout like that! Gosh, I feel like a pedo!"

I laughed even harder that I squatted down, holding my cramming stomach from exploding. It's always fun pranking Ryeowook!

Knowing that my laughter isn't going to stop even if he waits for it, Ryeowook propped me up and continued to walk me to a destination I don't know. I didn't even bother to ask since I was still struggling to recover from my laughter.

And our steps stopped in an...

Amusement park?

"Jagi", I called out. "It's pass 9PM and you're taking me to an amusement park."

"So? Tomorrow's Saturday, anyway, we don't have anything to do", he replied, rummaging his wallet for money to pay the entrance tickets.

I mentally facepalmed. "That's not the point! I mean, what is in an amusement park this late? It's not that we'll find a crowd bustling here like--"

My tongue lost its words as I saw people--tons of people, walking here and there, chattering, as noisy as ever. Loud music were banging here and there, adding sparks of happiness onto the atmosphere. All in all, it wasn't like what an amusement park should be at this time of the day.

Ryeowook chuckled at my gaping mouth, teasing me, "And you were saying...?"

I blushed, quickly changing the topic to hide my stupidity. "I didn't know there's a festival here today."

He snorted. "That's because you isolate yourself from the world and get busy with...whatever things you do in your room these days."

"You're such a 'great' boyfriend for saying such a 'compliment'."

"I know."

I rolled my eyes.

That's Khea and Ryeowook for you. Even though we're a couple now, we still act to each other like what we usually do as childhood friends sometimes.

I was eyeing the delicious-yet-fluffy-looking cotton candy when Ryeowook started walking me to another direction.

"Oh my God--where are we going now?!" I screeched, pouting at him and at the fact that I'm going to miss the opportunity of having a cotton candy in my hands.

And that same smirk got plastered on him again as he said, "You'll see."

After minutes of walking, I could finally see that he took me to a ferris wheel. And at the same time, I see him always looking timidly at his watch.

"What's wrong?" I finally asked after we sat on the ferris wheel, nudging my head to his watch, "Is it broken or something?"

And all he could throw as a reply was, "E-eh?!"

I pouted. "You're not listening to me."

"Sorry", he said, then quickly averted his gaze onto his watch again. I was dead curious, but I let it go anyway.

The machine started to spin, when I asked, "And tell me why we're riding this, Ryeowookie?"

And for the third time of the day, he said with a smile, "You'll see."

Not long after that, the ferris wheel started to go up slowly. As it rose, I saw a very breathtaking view. The bustling city below me, the amusement park I'm in, were all flashing with playful colors of lights.

I gasped. I never thought that the night sky in Incheon would be this fascinating!

Snapping back to reality, I turned my head to Ryeowook, who was smiling gently at me.

"Is this what you wanted to show me, Ryeowook?" I said.

He nodded. "Do you like it?"

"Are you kidding me? I love it! Thanks so much, jagi~"

Ryeowook's cheek flustered after. After chuckling and patting my head, he added, "But it's not the best part yet..."

Eh?

The ferris wheel moved up, and when it almost reached the top of the lane, Ryeowook counted down, "5-4-3-2--"

BOOM!

And what I saw next was really the best thing that my hazelnut eyes had ever captured.

There, within those shining lights below me, fireworks suddenly blended in, making a great composition for all eyes to see.

Incheon city lights were blinking at the interval of the fireworks. The thudding sounds danced in my eardrums. It was simply dazzling, heartwarming--fucking amazing.

Ryeowook knew my addictions. To coffee, to music, and to fireworks.

And at the moment I saw Ryeowook's satisfied smile, I realized that he had planned for this.

"Oh God, Ryeowook, I--" I turned my head from the window to my boyfriend, only to find him kneeling before me, my hand in his. "W-Wookie?"

And then he smiled--the most wonderful smile of all smiles I've seen in the whole universe. Fireworks exploding behind us, the moon shone brightly above us, became the witness as he said, "Happy anniversary, jagiya! Although you prank me so much, you laugh at me too much, and you tease me so often--"

"Yah!" I cut, slightly chuckling, trying to press down the happiness that bursted out uncontrollably all over me, "Why do you keep saying bad things about me? It's not like I'm evil or something!"

Ryeowook pouted. "You sure know how to ruin the mood."

I bursted out laughing. "Okay, fine, continue."

"--Yeah, so, even though you're so dorky, rock-headed, not good at cooking..." He laughed at the dagger look I threw to him, before continuing, "But you're you. You're Khea. You're Kim Jinri. I know this would be so cheesy since I'm not good at words, but, quoting people, 'nobody's perfect.' Neither me, nor you. But you know what they say? Imperfections complete each other. And being with you is the only time I felt contented with my life. You're not perfect, Khea, but I love you, I love you--I fucking love you to the point that I don't want to let you go. I--"

He inhaled for air, when I tried my best not to cry those happy tears that were brimming on my eyes.

And I failed.

"--I...I don't know what to say anymore, uh...why is this getting awkward...Aish, gaddamit, Khea, I love you so much, okay?!"

And at the next second, I found myself drowning inside Ryeowook's chest, crying silent tears of joy with a smile never leaving my face.

"Happy anniversary", I mumbled, and he smiled after hearing that. "Thank you for bearing with me for this one year, Ryeowookie."

Ryeowook blinked at the sincere look in my eyes, and laughed out loud a second after. "Oh my God, a melancholy image doesn't suit you, Khea!"

I pouted. "Hey, at least I tried! Don't ruin the mood!"

He laughed, nuzzling his face to sniff on my hair, and kissed the top of my head as he said, "Just...never change, okay? No matter how people look at you, I love you for just being you."

I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder as he sat up beside me. "You too. Promise that you'll never change?"

He stroked my hair--the usual thing he does to me when he comforts me, "I promise."

I smiled bitterly at the memory. It was probably one of the happiest times I've ever had in my life.

But Ryeowook changed.

He broke the promise. He changed.

That first anniversary of ours happened like it was just yesterday. We've been together for quite a long time now and suddenly, I felt we're at the point that those kind of happy memories won't be happening anymore.

I cringed at the fact.

I glanced at Kyuhyun, who was finished with his coffee already, kept silent as he strolled down the street beside me. "Kyuhyun?"

He turned his head to me, smiling gently as ever. "Yeah?"

I looked up to the sky, sighing. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Do...people change, when they become an artist? I mean, do they abandon their old personality and, like, mask their faces with things the public like to see?"

Silence.

It took almost a minute for Kyuhyun to think of an answer.

"It depends", he finally said, "It depends to the person. There are some people who want to cover up all their weaknesses, to make themselves look perfect in public. They create some kind of, I don't know...barrier? A wall to separate their real personality from the person the public sees.

"And the other one is the kind of person who's not afraid to show people who they really are. They would make mistakes in public, at shows, and laughed it off as if it's nothing. Those kind of people makes their fans, or such, feel like they're so close to them, as if they were their friends. Ah", Kyuhyun gulped, "Did I talk too much?"

I smiled. "No you did not. It was rather interesting on how you put it." He blushed slightly, and I asked, "How about you, then? Which one are you?"

He thought for a bit. "Um...I suppose I don't change much since I debuted, actually. Except the fact that I'm not that quiet anymore..."

I chuckled. I couldn't picture a quiet Kyuhyun when all I see at shows were him being evil and snarky. "So, artists...Do they change for better? Or worse?"

"Once again, it depends. I can't judge what I don't know, but most artists change for better. They become more appreciative of their lives because they were supported and also appreciated by their fans", Kyuhyun threw a smart reply.

"But..." I sighed, "...Why did Ryeowook change for worse?"

I didn't give Kyuhyun a chance to reply. "Now tell me, Kyuhyun. Do celebrities need to have, like, multiple girlfriends or something like that? Do they need to create themselves scandals to rocket up their names?"

Kyuhyun stared at me for a moment, before answering, "Apart from protecting artists' images, yeah, they sometimes do. But most of them don't, though. Unless they are those kind of hungry attention-seekers, well, yeah. But Ryeowook is not like that!" He quickly added, patting my head, "I know him. I know him a bit too well sometimes, since our age is only less than a year apart. And Ryeowook is not like that. He's a kid at heart, and you surely know that well, huh, Jinri?"

I nodded, slightly chuckling.

"He must've had a particular reason for acting like that. Don't worry too much", Kyuhyun said, comforting me. "Oh look, we're here!"

I didn't realize that we've reached my inn already!

"Thanks so much, Kyuhyun. I feel a lot better now", I said, sincerely smiling at him, and got a smile back. "No need to thank me. And oh, one more thing", he said, as I was opening the door to the inn. "Yeah?"

"Just...don't cry anymore, okay? Smiles suit you better", he said.

I chuckled. "Sure."

"Hey, another thing. Don't keep things all by yourself, okay? We can, uh, you know...tell secrets? If you have anything in mind, remember that I'm here for you, Jinri."

I couldn't help but let my cheeks fluster in hearing that.

Kyuhyun's such a sweet friend, I suddenly thought to myself. Like seriously. He's reliable, trustworthy, and he's always there when I'm in need. What else to ask for?

And since he's pretty trustworthy...

Smiling, I threw a reply, "Khea. Not Jinri. From now on, call me Khea."

[RYEOWOOK'S POV]

The sound of a house key clinking echoed along the quiet hallway as I unlocked the dorm's front door. I sighed as I entered, closing the door slowly as I saw Donghae lying on the sofa, sleeping soundly.

I chuckled. Super Junior members always use their time to rest in afternoons.

Patting my hyung's head, I sat on the little space left on the sofa, untying my shoelaces tiredly.

The schedule was pretty tiring that it drained my stamina all of a sudden.

I went back to my room, putting my bag on the floor, and grabbed a blanket for Donghae.

Seriously, he sure can sleep anywhere!

I found myself back in the living room in less than a minute. I was throwing the blanket over my hyung as I heard the door creak behind me. I quickly turned my head around, and breathed out a sigh of relieve when I found Kyuhyun standing in front of the ajar door.

"Don't be noisy, you're going to wake Donghae up", I reminded him as I heard his leather shoes tapping distinctively onto the wooden floor. He put his thumb up as he slowed down his steps to the shoe rack.

"Where have you been? I haven't seen you since morning", I asked the maknae as he walked to the fridge, picking a random can of coffee. Ah, yeah, the members are quite a fanatic for coffee, so don't be surprised seeing what's inside our refridgerator.

Kyuhyun was busy fumbling with his can of espresso and smiled at himself as he managed to open it, before he threw a reply, "I was from Khea--I mean, Jinri's place."

Oh.

W-wait. What did he just say...?

Khea?

"O-oh, okay then", I said, replying as casual as I could. He nodded, and went back to his room, as I sat quietly on the creme sofa, careful not to wake Donghae up in the process.

I tilted my head up, leaning on the sofa head as I tried to comprehend what Kyuhyun just said.

Khea.

...But she promised me that I'm the only one who can call her that.

[KYUHYUN'S POV]

(a few days later)

"RISE AND SHINE, MAKNAE!!!!" Someone shouted, pulling open the curtains inside my room, making me groan at the sudden ray of sunlight blasting in. I tucked myself inside my blanket again--when it was pulled away from my bed.

Annoyed, I opened my eyes, only to find a grinning Leeteuk, holding my blanket. "Time to get up, Kyuhyun-ah~"

"What the fuck--Hyung, it's Saturday!!" I shouted, pulling my blanket back from the leader's hand and pulled it up until my whole body got covered with it.

Leeteuk then laughed his high-pitch laughter--I usually laugh too when I hear that--which annoyed me so much that I could've thrown him with my bolster. "You don't realize that you have a schedule waiting for you, do you, Kyuhyun?" He asked, still chuckling.

I quickly got my head off my pillow, straightening up on my bed as I exclaimed, "What sched--oh shit, Nylon magazine photoshoot", throwing myself back to bed, frustrated.

I don't feel like doing anything right now, and only the thought of having a schedule today pisses me off.

Leeteuk saw the change of my expression as he asked, "Having a lot in mind, eh? Are you tired?"

I sighed, closing my eyes. "Sort of", I mumbled.

I felt Leeteuk patted my head supportively and he sat down on the corner of my bed, looking up the ceiling, "Anything interesting lately, Kyuhyun? It's been a while since I last talk to you."

I blushed. For some reason, the thought of Jinri--uh, I mean, Khea, went through my mind.

What is wrong with you, Kyuhyun.

"...No, I guess." Unless Khea is included in the 'interesting-topic-we-can-talk-about', Hyung, I mentally added.

I once again straighten up on my bed and reached out for the mineral water bottle on my bedside table, drinking it down.

Silence enveloped us for a while before Leeteuk finally smiled and said, "Hey, guess what? I know you've been quarreling with Ryeowook about Jinri for the past few days."

And I choked on my drink.

"H-how did y-y-you--" I said, between my coughs. Well, yes, that was a pretty dramatic scene.

He snorted, laughing proudly. "What thing does a Park Jung Su not know?"

...Well he's right. I suppose I can't hide anything from Leeteuk. He's our leader, anyway.

Leeteuk stared at me. "You like her, don't you?"

Pause.

"...No..." I finally answered.

"Geojitmal", Leeteuk interrupted me quickly. Lies.

To be honest, I don't even know.

When I saw Khea crying that day, in front of her inn, I couldn't help but approach her. She looked absolutely vulnerable--her face pale because of her crying too much.

I remembered how she grabbed the hem of my shirt and wailed out desparately on my chest.

I remembered how those strong grips at first, loosen until her hands both fell down on her side, too weak to even hold on.

And I remembered how I suddenly lost my ability to think straight as she did that.

Despite all the awkwardness we've shared, despite the cold exterior she had always seen before me, despite the fact that we're not close, I found my arms moving itself, hugging Khea tightly.

And she didn't even move back.

My mixed emotions at that time--I couldn't even explain it. All I remember was that she's crying, and I feel like the right thing to do is to protect her. I have to protect her.

Because I can't stand seeing Khea cry.

And with that going on--Khea in my arms, was the best feeling I've ever felt in my whole life. Like literally.

"...To be honest, Hyung, I don't even know how I feel anymore", I threw a reply, remembering Leeteuk was still in front of me, waiting for an answer.

Thinking about this frustrates me. It's as if I'm a stupid person who doesn't know himself and how to feel. Tired. Numb. Dead.

Leeteuk stared softly at me. "So that's what you've been having on your mind lately..."

I hugged my pillow. "...Apart from my fully-packed schedule, that is."

Another series of silence went to us as both of us were busy with our own thoughts.

Suddenly, Leeteuk stood up and patted my head. "I'm going to ask Manager-hyung to cancel your Nylon photoshoot today. You go have a day for yourself--you need it."

"Thanks, Hyung", I smiled.

Leeteuk then walked to the door, opening it. When he was about to go out, he turned his head back at me. "Kyuhyun-ah, you like Jinri or not, don't do anything stupid. She's Ryeowook's, and a sister to all of us." His face was really serious when he paused a bit before he said, "Don't hurt her."

He then walked out, closing my bedroom door, leaving me thinking bitterly at what he just begged.

"...You should've said that to Ryeowook instead, Hyung."

After taking a fresh bath, I went to the kitchen, making myself some breakfast.

Well, I should twist that sentence once again--I'm only making instant noodles for breakfast. Since I'm going to die of food poisoning if I dare to cook for myself.

I was eating at the dining room when I heard someone talking.

"--Ah, jagi!"

I stunned. Ryeowook?

"How have you been? Eh? Ah, glad you're doing just fine~"

I put my fork quietly on the plate, stood up, and tried to listen. Who is he talking to? Khea?

But something's odd. I suddenly got a bad feeling. What I meant by odd is; why is he talking in whispers? I mean, everyone in the dorm knows that him and Khea is a couple, why does he try to hide it now?

Ryeowook's voice snapped my back from my thoughts. "Eh? You're going to come by?"

Khea's coming?

"Ah, don't. Our fans will see you coming in the dorm, and we wouldn't want that, would we, jagi?"

But Khea had come to our place millions of times, and Ryeowook never thought about fans seeing her or something.

This is a wild guess, but…could it be that the girl he’s talking to is not Khea?

Something's strange. Something's really strange.

"Oh? What? Ah, meeting up? At the usual place? Okay then, see you later, jagi! I love you!"

I saw Ryeowook putting down his phone, smiling widely as he stood in front of the mirror, fixing his collar.

Mind my manners, but I couldn't help asking him, "Who was that?"

Ryeowook jumped a little, maybe surprised by my sudden appearance before him, as he quickly stuttered, saying, "I-it was Khea."

How can I even believe him when his eyes was screaming "Lies! Lies!" as he said that?

"Oh", was my flat reply.

Silence.

"W-well, I have to run off somewhere", he said, opening the door. "See you later, Kyuhyun."

I stared blankly at his back, which was dashing through the hallway, and disappeared when the elevator door ding-ed open.

I actually planned to stay at home today.

But my heart told me that I must follow Ryeowook.

Fifteen minutes later, I found myself walking on the streets, with a hat on my head, looking as casual as possible. Walking to an unknown direction. Walking wherever my feeling tells me to.

Something's not right. I knew it.

At a certain road, I saw a huge crowd, gathering on the roadside. I couldn’t help but ask what’s happening.

"It’s Super Junior’s Ryeowook!" the girl exclaimed, "He's with a girl. I don't know who she is—she’s wearing a hat so we can't see her face. Is this a filming set or something—"

"Excuse me, excuse me, sorry", I shouted, making way to the front. Shit. Ryeowook. What is he doing? And who’s the girl?

Could it be Khea?

My heart clenched at the thought of it.

The bad feeling inside me became worse as I managed to get to the front. And there, I saw a scene. That girl’s right. It was like a filming set—too good to be true, too good to be just a coincidence.

There, across the road, stood Ryeowook, smiling happily as ever. A bouquet of flower was in his hands—I could bet that there’s more than fifty white roses arranged in it. A question randomly striked my mind. Who’s it for?

The answer actually lies at the other side of the road, where a girl—long, brown hair. She was wearing a hat, just like what the girl on the back row told me.

But she’s familiar. Way too familiar.

And I couldn’t believe what Ryeowook said next. "Jagiya~!"

That girl is not even Khea.

Fans gathering around us screamed wildly as Ryeowook spoke. Flashes and glitz of cameras blinded me as I tried to squint my eyes and figure out who the girl is.

"Hey, Ryeowookie!" I heard the girl said, "I’m coming right there, don’t go anywhere!"

And she did.

She then walked, the smile never leaving her face, crossing the main road.

It was like a movie scene.

We were to engrossed at what she did to even realize that the green lamp suddenly lit.

Everything happened in a blink of an eye.

Ryeowook was the first one to snap back and realize what was happening. A truck—a fucking large truck, was driving at high-speed towards the girl. The driver was having his big headphones on, I believe, since he was closing his eyes and banging his head up and down. He didn’t even bother to stop.

Ryeowook ran like crazy. He pushed the girl to the roadside, the bouquet fell before him. The girl screamed—but she was perfectly safe.

But Ryeowook—he didn’t have the time to save himself.

The sound of bones hitting onto steel echoed in our eardrums as I saw Ryeowook flung when the truck hit him.

And the crowd went…silent. Too silent.

None of us was able to move, until a scream of one girl snapped us all back to reality.

“RYEOWOOK WAS HIT BY A TRUCK! THIS IS NOT A FUCKING FILM SHOOTING!!!!”

[KHEA’S POV]

I’ve never felt my heart thumping this hard before. I’ve had a bad feeling since morning, and I can’t seem to figure out what it is.

My heart clenched just as I finished making myself breakfast. Damn it.

I’ve just ate a spoonful when my cellphone rang. Kyuhyun?

"H-hello?" I asked.

And all I heard was sobs. Not a single word. Sobs.

"Kyuhyun? Are you crying?"

No answer.

"Kyuhyun?"

"Ryeowook...Khea...R-Ryeowook, he--"

The words came like fragments--slowly, little by little. My breath hitched with every word.

I even hoped I heard wrong. I hoped Kyuhyun was joking.

But it came out of his chapped lips, with his now-raspy voice, between his hiccups, loud and clear.

Ryeowook got hit by a truck.

I was pretty sure I was flying. My feet didn't even touch the ground since I'm running so fast.

I came in through the hospital entrance, running through the corridor like mad, rushing to Kyuhyun, who was waiting for me in front of a room, almost knocking him down in the process. "Where's Ryeowook? Where is he?!" I asked, frustratedly--almost desparately--grabbing the hem of Kyuhyun's shirt, shaking him vigorously.

"H-he's inside", Kyuhyun replied, his voice came out like a whisper. I broke down inside-out at it. He must've cried more desparately than I do.

The doctor came out short after, and I didn't even bother to ask him what happened, as I found myself kneeling down beside Ryeowook's bed, tears streaming on my face, and my fingers entwined with his.

I felt Kyuhyun's hand on my shoulder, but I was too tired to even care.

"Ryeowookie..." I whispered. "...Kajima."

Hours felt like years, while waiting for Ryeowook to wake up.

I cried--I fucking cried to the point that my tears could've dried up. I stayed right there, at the same position, whispering, "Ryeowook, don't go. Don't leave me. Don't go."

Until I finally fell asleep.

I was woken up by a little movement, I snapped my head back as I felt it in my grasp.

And there he is. Ryeowook, with his eyes open, staring blankly at me.

...Maybe I lied when I said my tears dried, since it started to fall down all over again, streaming on my cheeks as I leaned forward, hugging him. "Ryeowook...Y-you're...alive..."

He didn't leave. He didn't leave me. Thank God he didn't leave me.

I literally drenched him with my tears, hugging him so tightly that both of us could break into fragments.

But suddenly, he pushed me away.

I was taken aback by the sudden movement, and looked at him, only to find him staring weirdly at me.

And the next thing came from him with a whisper.

"Who are you?"

A/N: Isn't the ending great? 8D Wait for Chapter 6 lol

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Promise. [Part 5]

Genre: Fluff, (some) Angst

Rating: PG-13

Characters: Kim Ryeowook, Kim Jinri / Khea (you)

Disclaimer: I own the plot, I own Khea (LOLOLOLOL), but I don't own Ryeowook, sadly. /sighs

Foreword: Promises are meant to be kept. You believe that. But, there are times when you secretly doubt them.

A/N: THIS CHAPTER TOOK ME FOREVER. Writer's block--yeah. Sorry Khea, gonna leave you hanging again this time. n_n

[flashback]

"Promise me", he said, stroking my hair--the usual thing he does when he comforts me. "That you will wait for me."

I will, of course I will.

"I promise you, I will be back for you. I will never forget you. Hey, you're my girlfriend, right? Be strong!", he said, chuckling, in a attempt to cheer me up. My lips curved up into a little smile.

"Promise me you won't cry again after this?"

I nodded.

This is reality.

Promises are meant to be broken. Now I believe that.

Curling myself down, I sank myself onto the floor, tears unstoppably rolling down my cheeks. All that time, Kyuhyun's hand didn't leave my shoulder.

"Y-you okay?" Kyuhyun asked timidly, his hand shook as my shoulder trembled. "No", I answered, clearly to-the-point.

He sighed, finally lifting his hand. "Come on."

Eh?

I lifted my head up only to find Kyuhyun towering above me, his hand extended over in front of my face. I looked at him, confused.

"Come on", he repeated, "Let's go to some place else. It's not good to cry in public."

He's got a point.

I promised not to cry. I promised not to cry.

Damn it.

Fuck the promise--I'm hurt.

He didn't even made an effort to start a conversation, letting me drown inside my own thoughts.

Soon, a nostalgic feeling struck my senses, and memories fluttered around my brain, flashing uncontrollably, scene by scene, like a film strip.

I suddenly remembered something.

[flashback]

-a few years back-

"H-hey! Where are we going?!" I exclaimed, trying to release Ryeowook's hard grip on my wrist. Gosh, that hurts!

Ryeowook smiled slyly. "You'll know."

"But you don't need to pull me around like this! It looks like I'm your pet or something!" I didn't give up, still struggling away from his grasp.

Seriously, I need to consider playing in a drama since my acting was pretty convincing.

I laughed even harder that I squatted down, holding my cramming stomach from exploding. It's always fun pranking Ryeowook!

And our steps stopped in an...

Amusement park?

"Jagi", I called out. "It's pass 9PM and you're taking me to an amusement park."

"So? Tomorrow's Saturday, anyway, we don't have anything to do", he replied, rummaging his wallet for money to pay the entrance tickets.

I mentally facepalmed. "That's not the point! I mean, what is in an amusement park this late? It's not that we'll find a crowd bustling here like--"

Ryeowook chuckled at my gaping mouth, teasing me, "And you were saying...?"

I blushed, quickly changing the topic to hide my stupidity. "I didn't know there's a festival here today."

He snorted. "That's because you isolate yourself from the world and get busy with...whatever things you do in your room these days."

"You're such a 'great' boyfriend for saying such a 'compliment'."

"I know."

I rolled my eyes.

That's Khea and Ryeowook for you. Even though we're a couple now, we still act to each other like what we usually do as childhood friends sometimes.

I was eyeing the delicious-yet-fluffy-looking cotton candy when Ryeowook started walking me to another direction.

"Oh my God--where are we going now?!" I screeched, pouting at him and at the fact that I'm going to miss the opportunity of having a cotton candy in my hands.

And that same smirk got plastered on him again as he said, "You'll see."

After minutes of walking, I could finally see that he took me to a ferris wheel. And at the same time, I see him always looking timidly at his watch.

"What's wrong?" I finally asked after we sat on the ferris wheel, nudging my head to his watch, "Is it broken or something?"

And all he could throw as a reply was, "E-eh?!"

I pouted. "You're not listening to me."

"Sorry", he said, then quickly averted his gaze onto his watch again. I was dead curious, but I let it go anyway.

The machine started to spin, when I asked, "And tell me why we're riding this, Ryeowookie?"

And for the third time of the day, he said with a smile, "You'll see."

I gasped. I never thought that the night sky in Incheon would be this fascinating!

Snapping back to reality, I turned my head to Ryeowook, who was smiling gently at me.

"Is this what you wanted to show me, Ryeowook?" I said.

He nodded. "Do you like it?"

"Are you kidding me? I love it! Thanks so much, jagi~"

Ryeowook's cheek flustered after. After chuckling and patting my head, he added, "But it's not the best part yet..."

Eh?

The ferris wheel moved up, and when it almost reached the top of the lane, Ryeowook counted down, "5-4-3-2--"

BOOM!

And what I saw next was really the best thing that my hazelnut eyes had ever captured.

There, within those shining lights below me, fireworks suddenly blended in, making a great composition for all eyes to see.

Incheon city lights were blinking at the interval of the fireworks. The thudding sounds danced in my eardrums. It was simply dazzling, heartwarming--fucking amazing.

Ryeowook knew my addictions. To coffee, to music, and to fireworks.

And at the moment I saw Ryeowook's satisfied smile, I realized that he had planned for this.

"Oh God, Ryeowook, I--" I turned my head from the window to my boyfriend, only to find him kneeling before me, my hand in his. "W-Wookie?"

"Yah!" I cut, slightly chuckling, trying to press down the happiness that bursted out uncontrollably all over me, "Why do you keep saying bad things about me? It's not like I'm evil or something!"

Ryeowook pouted. "You sure know how to ruin the mood."

I bursted out laughing. "Okay, fine, continue."

He inhaled for air, when I tried my best not to cry those happy tears that were brimming on my eyes.

And I failed.

"--I...I don't know what to say anymore, uh...why is this getting awkward...Aish, gaddamit, Khea, I love you so much, okay?!"

And at the next second, I found myself drowning inside Ryeowook's chest, crying silent tears of joy with a smile never leaving my face.

"Happy anniversary", I mumbled, and he smiled after hearing that. "Thank you for bearing with me for this one year, Ryeowookie."

Ryeowook blinked at the sincere look in my eyes, and laughed out loud a second after. "Oh my God, a melancholy image doesn't suit you, Khea!"

I pouted. "Hey, at least I tried! Don't ruin the mood!"

He laughed, nuzzling his face to sniff on my hair, and kissed the top of my head as he said, "Just...never change, okay? No matter how people look at you, I love you for just being you."

I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder as he sat up beside me. "You too. Promise that you'll never change?"

He stroked my hair--the usual thing he does to me when he comforts me, "I promise."

I smiled bitterly at the memory. It was probably one of the happiest times I've ever had in my life.

But Ryeowook changed.

He broke the promise. He changed.

I cringed at the fact.

I glanced at Kyuhyun, who was finished with his coffee already, kept silent as he strolled down the street beside me. "Kyuhyun?"

He turned his head to me, smiling gently as ever. "Yeah?"

I looked up to the sky, sighing. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Do...people change, when they become an artist? I mean, do they abandon their old personality and, like, mask their faces with things the public like to see?"

Silence.

It took almost a minute for Kyuhyun to think of an answer.

I smiled. "No you did not. It was rather interesting on how you put it." He blushed slightly, and I asked, "How about you, then? Which one are you?"

He thought for a bit. "Um...I suppose I don't change much since I debuted, actually. Except the fact that I'm not that quiet anymore..."

I chuckled. I couldn't picture a quiet Kyuhyun when all I see at shows were him being evil and snarky. "So, artists...Do they change for better? Or worse?"

"But..." I sighed, "...Why did Ryeowook change for worse?"

I nodded, slightly chuckling.

"He must've had a particular reason for acting like that. Don't worry too much", Kyuhyun said, comforting me. "Oh look, we're here!"

I didn't realize that we've reached my inn already!

"Just...don't cry anymore, okay? Smiles suit you better", he said.

I chuckled. "Sure."

"Hey, another thing. Don't keep things all by yourself, okay? We can, uh, you know...tell secrets? If you have anything in mind, remember that I'm here for you, Jinri."

I couldn't help but let my cheeks fluster in hearing that.

Kyuhyun's such a sweet friend, I suddenly thought to myself. Like seriously. He's reliable, trustworthy, and he's always there when I'm in need. What else to ask for?

And since he's pretty trustworthy...

Smiling, I threw a reply, "Khea. Not Jinri. From now on, call me Khea."

[RYEOWOOK'S POV]

I chuckled. Super Junior members always use their time to rest in afternoons.

Patting my hyung's head, I sat on the little space left on the sofa, untying my shoelaces tiredly.

The schedule was pretty tiring that it drained my stamina all of a sudden.

I went back to my room, putting my bag on the floor, and grabbed a blanket for Donghae.

Seriously, he sure can sleep anywhere!

Kyuhyun was busy fumbling with his can of espresso and smiled at himself as he managed to open it, before he threw a reply, "I was from Khea--I mean, Jinri's place."

Oh.

W-wait. What did he just say...?

Khea?

"O-oh, okay then", I said, replying as casual as I could. He nodded, and went back to his room, as I sat quietly on the creme sofa, careful not to wake Donghae up in the process.

I tilted my head up, leaning on the sofa head as I tried to comprehend what Kyuhyun just said.

Khea.

...But she promised me that I'm the only one who can call her that.

[KYUHYUN'S POV]

(a few days later)

Annoyed, I opened my eyes, only to find a grinning Leeteuk, holding my blanket. "Time to get up, Kyuhyun-ah~"

"What the fuck--Hyung, it's Saturday!!" I shouted, pulling my blanket back from the leader's hand and pulled it up until my whole body got covered with it.

I quickly got my head off my pillow, straightening up on my bed as I exclaimed, "What sched--oh shit, Nylon magazine photoshoot", throwing myself back to bed, frustrated.

I don't feel like doing anything right now, and only the thought of having a schedule today pisses me off.

Leeteuk saw the change of my expression as he asked, "Having a lot in mind, eh? Are you tired?"

I sighed, closing my eyes. "Sort of", I mumbled.

I felt Leeteuk patted my head supportively and he sat down on the corner of my bed, looking up the ceiling, "Anything interesting lately, Kyuhyun? It's been a while since I last talk to you."

I blushed. For some reason, the thought of Jinri--uh, I mean, Khea, went through my mind.

What is wrong with you, Kyuhyun.

"...No, I guess." Unless Khea is included in the 'interesting-topic-we-can-talk-about', Hyung, I mentally added.

I once again straighten up on my bed and reached out for the mineral water bottle on my bedside table, drinking it down.

Silence enveloped us for a while before Leeteuk finally smiled and said, "Hey, guess what? I know you've been quarreling with Ryeowook about Jinri for the past few days."

And I choked on my drink.

"H-how did y-y-you--" I said, between my coughs. Well, yes, that was a pretty dramatic scene.

He snorted, laughing proudly. "What thing does a Park Jung Su not know?"

...Well he's right. I suppose I can't hide anything from Leeteuk. He's our leader, anyway.

Leeteuk stared at me. "You like her, don't you?"

Pause.

"...No..." I finally answered.

"Geojitmal", Leeteuk interrupted me quickly. Lies.

To be honest, I don't even know.

When I saw Khea crying that day, in front of her inn, I couldn't help but approach her. She looked absolutely vulnerable--her face pale because of her crying too much.

I remembered how she grabbed the hem of my shirt and wailed out desparately on my chest.

I remembered how those strong grips at first, loosen until her hands both fell down on her side, too weak to even hold on.

And I remembered how I suddenly lost my ability to think straight as she did that.

Despite all the awkwardness we've shared, despite the cold exterior she had always seen before me, despite the fact that we're not close, I found my arms moving itself, hugging Khea tightly.

And she didn't even move back.

My mixed emotions at that time--I couldn't even explain it. All I remember was that she's crying, and I feel like the right thing to do is to protect her. I have to protect her.

Because I can't stand seeing Khea cry.

And with that going on--Khea in my arms, was the best feeling I've ever felt in my whole life. Like literally.

"...To be honest, Hyung, I don't even know how I feel anymore", I threw a reply, remembering Leeteuk was still in front of me, waiting for an answer.

Thinking about this frustrates me. It's as if I'm a stupid person who doesn't know himself and how to feel. Tired. Numb. Dead.

Leeteuk stared softly at me. "So that's what you've been having on your mind lately..."

I hugged my pillow. "...Apart from my fully-packed schedule, that is."

Another series of silence went to us as both of us were busy with our own thoughts.

Suddenly, Leeteuk stood up and patted my head. "I'm going to ask Manager-hyung to cancel your Nylon photoshoot today. You go have a day for yourself--you need it."

"Thanks, Hyung", I smiled.

He then walked out, closing my bedroom door, leaving me thinking bitterly at what he just begged.

"...You should've said that to Ryeowook instead, Hyung."

After taking a fresh bath, I went to the kitchen, making myself some breakfast.

Well, I should twist that sentence once again--I'm only making instant noodles for breakfast. Since I'm going to die of food poisoning if I dare to cook for myself.

I was eating at the dining room when I heard someone talking.

"--Ah, jagi!"

I stunned. Ryeowook?

"How have you been? Eh? Ah, glad you're doing just fine~"

I put my fork quietly on the plate, stood up, and tried to listen. Who is he talking to? Khea?

Ryeowook's voice snapped my back from my thoughts. "Eh? You're going to come by?"

Khea's coming?

"Ah, don't. Our fans will see you coming in the dorm, and we wouldn't want that, would we, jagi?"

But Khea had come to our place millions of times, and Ryeowook never thought about fans seeing her or something.

This is a wild guess, but…could it be that the girl he’s talking to is not Khea?

Something's strange. Something's really strange.

"Oh? What? Ah, meeting up? At the usual place? Okay then, see you later, jagi! I love you!"

I saw Ryeowook putting down his phone, smiling widely as he stood in front of the mirror, fixing his collar.

Mind my manners, but I couldn't help asking him, "Who was that?"

Ryeowook jumped a little, maybe surprised by my sudden appearance before him, as he quickly stuttered, saying, "I-it was Khea."

How can I even believe him when his eyes was screaming "Lies! Lies!" as he said that?

"Oh", was my flat reply.

Silence.

"W-well, I have to run off somewhere", he said, opening the door. "See you later, Kyuhyun."

I stared blankly at his back, which was dashing through the hallway, and disappeared when the elevator door ding-ed open.

I actually planned to stay at home today.

But my heart told me that I must follow Ryeowook.

Fifteen minutes later, I found myself walking on the streets, with a hat on my head, looking as casual as possible. Walking to an unknown direction. Walking wherever my feeling tells me to.

Something's not right. I knew it.

At a certain road, I saw a huge crowd, gathering on the roadside. I couldn’t help but ask what’s happening.

"It’s Super Junior’s Ryeowook!" the girl exclaimed, "He's with a girl. I don't know who she is—she’s wearing a hat so we can't see her face. Is this a filming set or something—"

"Excuse me, excuse me, sorry", I shouted, making way to the front. Shit. Ryeowook. What is he doing? And who’s the girl?

Could it be Khea?

My heart clenched at the thought of it.

The answer actually lies at the other side of the road, where a girl—long, brown hair. She was wearing a hat, just like what the girl on the back row told me.

But she’s familiar. Way too familiar.

And I couldn’t believe what Ryeowook said next. "Jagiya~!"

That girl is not even Khea.

Fans gathering around us screamed wildly as Ryeowook spoke. Flashes and glitz of cameras blinded me as I tried to squint my eyes and figure out who the girl is.

"Hey, Ryeowookie!" I heard the girl said, "I’m coming right there, don’t go anywhere!"

And she did.

She then walked, the smile never leaving her face, crossing the main road.

It was like a movie scene.

We were to engrossed at what she did to even realize that the green lamp suddenly lit.

Everything happened in a blink of an eye.

Ryeowook ran like crazy. He pushed the girl to the roadside, the bouquet fell before him. The girl screamed—but she was perfectly safe.

But Ryeowook—he didn’t have the time to save himself.

The sound of bones hitting onto steel echoed in our eardrums as I saw Ryeowook flung when the truck hit him.

And the crowd went…silent. Too silent.

None of us was able to move, until a scream of one girl snapped us all back to reality.

“RYEOWOOK WAS HIT BY A TRUCK! THIS IS NOT A FUCKING FILM SHOOTING!!!!”

[KHEA’S POV]

I’ve never felt my heart thumping this hard before. I’ve had a bad feeling since morning, and I can’t seem to figure out what it is.

My heart clenched just as I finished making myself breakfast. Damn it.

I’ve just ate a spoonful when my cellphone rang. Kyuhyun?

"H-hello?" I asked.

And all I heard was sobs. Not a single word. Sobs.

"Kyuhyun? Are you crying?"

No answer.

"Kyuhyun?"

"Ryeowook...Khea...R-Ryeowook, he--"

The words came like fragments--slowly, little by little. My breath hitched with every word.

I even hoped I heard wrong. I hoped Kyuhyun was joking.

But it came out of his chapped lips, with his now-raspy voice, between his hiccups, loud and clear.

Ryeowook got hit by a truck.

I was pretty sure I was flying. My feet didn't even touch the ground since I'm running so fast.

"H-he's inside", Kyuhyun replied, his voice came out like a whisper. I broke down inside-out at it. He must've cried more desparately than I do.

I felt Kyuhyun's hand on my shoulder, but I was too tired to even care.

"Ryeowookie..." I whispered. "...Kajima."

Hours felt like years, while waiting for Ryeowook to wake up.

I cried--I fucking cried to the point that my tears could've dried up. I stayed right there, at the same position, whispering, "Ryeowook, don't go. Don't leave me. Don't go."

Until I finally fell asleep.

I was woken up by a little movement, I snapped my head back as I felt it in my grasp.

And there he is. Ryeowook, with his eyes open, staring blankly at me.

...Maybe I lied when I said my tears dried, since it started to fall down all over again, streaming on my cheeks as I leaned forward, hugging him. "Ryeowook...Y-you're...alive..."

He didn't leave. He didn't leave me. Thank God he didn't leave me.

I literally drenched him with my tears, hugging him so tightly that both of us could break into fragments.

But suddenly, he pushed me away.

I was taken aback by the sudden movement, and looked at him, only to find him staring weirdly at me.

And the next thing came from him with a whisper.

"Who are you?"

A/N: Isn't the ending great? 8D Wait for Chapter 6 lol

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