Lost In Translation ((Super Junior- Kyuhyun Fanfic)) {completed} [editing]

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Friday, November 8th, 2013

"Are you sure you're going to be all right?" She had her arms around me, too tight for comfort if I had to admit.

"Yes Mom, I will be fine and I promise to call you before I leave and after I get there, and many times after that," I said, exasperated. I had already told her all this. She always fussed when I went out of the city, let alone out of the country. It was mostly the flying aspect though. She didn't like planes; she never really has.

"Alright," she let go of me and and looked me in the eye, "I just worry, you know. You're my baby boy, no matter how old you are. I'm concerned constantly for you, but I'm so proud of you." Her eyes practically twinkled at the mentioning of being proud. She really was such a supportive mother.

"Let the boy go. He's almost 26. He will be fine. The band is doing extremely well, and he is too," my Dad said, entering the room and put his arm around Mom's waist.

"Thanks Dad." She gave him a harsh look for fussing her.

"I can worry all I want, I'm his mother. It's my job." She crossed her arms, her nose jutting upwards.

"Yes you can, and I appreciate it." I leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek. Her expression softened at my show of affection. "Goodbye."

She pulled me down for another tight hug. When she let me go I gave her a peck on the lips, something we always did, and turned to my dad and gave him a hug too. We weren't as close as my mom and I were, and we didn't show much skinship, but I love him just as much as I do my mom and I wasn't about to leave for a couple months without a hug. What kind of son would I be?

"I love you guys. I will call you later." I stepped into my shoes, and opened the door.

"Goodbye hun. Be safe, I love you," Mom said sadly.

"You too, Son," Dad followed. She grabbed a bag that was sitting on the table next to her.

"Almost forgot. A lunch for you, like always." I graciously accepted it. She always made me a lunch before I left the country because she knows how much I love her cooking.

"Thanks Mom." Giving a small wave with one hand, and the bag in another, I went out the door and towards my car.

I'd never really told them how much I appreciate all they've done for me, and for how much they care. Even though my dad wasn't very supportive of singing in the beginning, he saved my career when I had the accident. If it wasn't for him asking if there was any other way to do the surgery I needed, I would have lost everything.

I took a deep breath. I was thinking to steeply out of nowhere. If there was a place to be thinking of such a subject and making myself feel emotional, it was not in the middle of a street.

As I reached for the car handle, incoherent screams filled the silence of the street. Turning to see what it was, a hoard of girls was heading straight to me.

This is why I can't get emotional in public, I thought sarcastically.

They got closer and I could see the variety: tall, short, thick, thin, and everything inbetween. It was normal for fans to come up, but this caught me off guard. I retreated to my car a little as they surrounded me.

"Kyuhyun! Oh my god, it's actually you!"

"Oppa, I can't believe we actually found you! Oh God!"

"Oppa, can you sign my phone?"

The girls quieted when I stepped back from them and held up my hands for them to stop.

"Ladies, one at a time please. I would love to sign things, take pictures, and other wishes," they all lit up at my verbal expression of emotion, "but please, one at a time." I put my hands up defensively again. Fans really could get out of control sometimes. I was just hoping they weren't crazy.