Our Tears

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Author : rineolus
Original publish on : asianfanfic | 2014
Author notes : I'M BACK WITH ANOTHER TEUKCHUL ANGST CAN I GET A HELL YEAH!! this one's just really random haha I just woke up one day and thought "Hey should write a teukchul fic again."
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Heechul had always liked going against the world, watching it crumble beneath him as he proved to everyone that he was more than just the odd one out. It had been years since he last set his foot on his motherland, South Korea, after he had concluded that living in a society filled with nothing but expectations of conventionality was a little too suffocating for him.

He wouldn't have come back, really, if not just for the obnoxiously bright royal blue envelope that somehow found its way in his mailbox back in his grandiose apartment in Tokyo. It looked painfully out of place against the paper white envelopes that had been a constant nuisance on top of his coffee table.

The package would have been left untouched like the others if not the for the awfully familiar pencraft on blue paper, black ink curving into set of characters he never thought he would see again. A smirked curved his lips as he tucked the envelope back in his backpack, inhaling the long forgotten scent of Korean breeze that he must admit he had somehow missed.

Winter just ended and he could still almost feel the chill of the previous season seeping through his skin. It was still noon and the sun was still shining brightly up the blue sky, he still had hours to burn before it got dark and he concluded it was a beautiful day for a walk.

It wasn't. Not when he's still in Korea. Not when his feet would constantly take him to the place he had least wanted to be. Everything around him was still almost the same, except for some reconstructions and new structures here and there yet the building overlooking the school grounds, the tallest one was stll standing proudly in the midst of painful nostalgia clouding Heechul's thoughts as the content of the mysterious royal blue envelope, familiar names beautifully embossed on fancy cardboard followed by words that made his head spin.

"Invite you to the celebration of their marriage"

[flash back]

It must have been nice, really, to live a conventional life - finish school, get a good paying job, meeting a girl, getting married starting a family, living happily ever after - yet Heechul had always been different, leading an endless vendetta against the world as he tried his hardest to fight the laws of nature.

He was that boy that colored his apple green when the rest of the day care class used red. He was that one boy in fifth grade that wore a pink shirt when it was clearly discussed the previous days that boys were supposed to wear black.

He was that one delinquent that spent four out of the five school days in detention just because he had grown fond of dying his hair different colors every week- his Fridays would usually spent in one of the food stands scattered around the high school as he huffed and puffed his favorite flavor of cigarette.

He was also that one lone boy that spent his lunches on their school building's rooftop as his eyes traced every curve of the most beautiful smile he had seen in his entire unconventional existence.

In the midst of the bright spring noon when dandelions bloome beautiful shade of yellows against green grass sat another boy with coffee tinted hair that looked a little too beautiful against fair skin, crescent eyes that would sparkle as thin lips curled into a stunning smile that could make time stand still, dimple perfectly placed just right beside each grin.

"You're staring again. Stop being creepy." Said the text message sent to his phone. He just snorted, lazily lifting his hand to wave at the boy smiling up at him a few feet away.