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Warning: Contain a little bit foul word.
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The taxi was stop with loud screeched sound and Siwon automatically scrambled out of the taxi without wasting another seconds. He calling Heechul's name, again and again. Impatient and desperation layering his voice, nervousness make his palm sweaty when his call get nothing as answer except his own echo bouncing inside the house. "Heechul ah." He calling her name again as he walking briskly into the kitchen and he found Heechul's phone lying on table, dead. A cup of tea still sat on the previous spot as far as Siwon's remember, so does a half bitten apple. The bad feeling starts clouding his mind as he continuing his journey, afraid if his imagination became true.
He slid down limply as if someone had taken all bone in Siwon's body after him entering Heechul's bedroom. Half of her clothes were gone, so does her big suitcase. He shattered in little pieces now, not only his heart but also his mind and body. He gripped his own hair, pulling it, the pain feeling on his scalp gave anchor on him for not becoming a sobbing mess, but he couldn't help the urge for screaming as loud as he could, when the suffocated feeling make him hard to breath and he needed to freed himself. He hit the floor repeatedly, as if the stinging pain on his hand was nothing if compared with pain inside his heart. Blood starts seeped out from little wound on his skin and bruised starts forming. "Heechul, why?" He questioning when his fist hit the floor again. "Am I didn't make you happy?" he grabbed the vase near him and throw it across the room, break into tiny pieces when collided with wall, a close representation of Siwon's condition now.
Another emotion enveloping him and the feeling was exact the same with emotion he felt when his parents passed away. His mind yelling at him for stopping hurting his body, his heart begged to him to get a grip on himself. Kyuhyun stopped him when he almost hitting the mirror hanging on the wall. "You owe me a lot of explanation hyung and I don't want to hear this 'Nothing' bullshit because I know it's more than nothing this time." He gripped Siwon's fist tightly. Challenging his hyung to open up a bit wider again than before for him and letting Kyuhyun knew the sorrow he always kept for himself.
"Heechul..." Siwon began and the rest of story made Kyuhyun bewilderment and speechless.
"Your life looks like a fucking drama hyung, except this is real." He remarked, carefully studying change of Siwon's expression and he only found a glum face with soulless eyes. "And you already madly in love with her, you won't be same without her." He added inwardly.
Siwon smiled bitterly. The wound on his hand starts giving stinging pain as he unconsciously rubbing it using his other hand.
"Let's go to airport. Maybe we can catch up her." He grabbing Siwon's hand and didn't give his hyung a minute to protest. He revved the car and drove as fast as possible. He knew the possibility they would met Heechul at airport was almost impossible, but there's nothing wrong if trying first, thought Kyuhyun, besides, no one could guess someone's luck.
They ran as fast as they leg could bring them when they entering the airport. "Paris...Plane to Paris..." Kyuhyun panting and in the same time trying to asking question but ended with him made a incoherent sentence and make the security guard confused.
"When the plane to Paris will departure?" Siwon stepped in the scene and asked, somehow Kyuhyun's effort to make him met with Heechul although he knew nearly impossible had triggering something inside him and he knew, he shouldn't give up yet, at least before he trying first.
"Oh, I'm not really sure, but you can ask the person over there." They rushed again, didn't want to waste any second they have.
"The plane to Paris?"
