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

• 24 • Pinky Promise

Wednesday, April 16th, 2014 (less than a month later)

I flopped onto the couch, putting my head in my hands. I immediately regretted it because the couch wasn’t soft, in any way possible. The headache I had felt like it had grown two times as worse in the past half hour, and I felt as if I was ready to die.

It’s been almost a month without even talking to her, and it was killing me. The first fews days were okay, but they progressively got worse. Anything and everything started reminding me of her, whether is was something irrelevant or the questions I got on programs about whether we stayed in contact.

Sure, I had to grin and beret while I lied through my teeth to make it seem as if I didn’t get my heart ripped out and fed to Satan’s dog. I would see every exchanged glances from the members, and it made it all worse.

Audrey had tried calling, several times. I figured a clean break was the best. She would never see or speak to me again, and I wouldn’t see or speak to her. Eventually, it would all go away. She would find someone else to love; someone who she didn’t have to work hard to love and not be scrutinized. It was so hard on me, but it was the best option for her, even if it hurt in the process.

I thought that the launch of our latest Super Show would provide an excellent opportunity to distract me. Focusing on practice, working for the show, and promotions should keep me occupied so my thoughts weren’t on her all the time, but did they? No.

It made it worse. I found that as I got back to work, I missed her with everything I did. I hadn’t realized just how integrated into my life she was until I tried to live it without her.

I stopped learning English, practices were hell, and I had a hard time concentrated on singing because every time I used to sing, it was for her. And if nothing else served to knock me down, I had to sing In Woo not but 10 minutes ago.

“Fuck,” I muttered to myself. I was about to go insane. I couldn’t deal with my thoughts anymore, I couldn’t deal with the pounding in my head anymore, and I couldn’t deal with not having Audrey anymore. I felt as if I needed a drink, but definitely something stronger than wine.

“You’re lucky there’s no one in the dressing room right now or you’d be making a public apology,” I heard a voice say. I didn’t even need to look up to recognize that it was Sungmin.

“Go away,” I mumbled. I let my head drop, my handing going through my hair. I completely messed up the hair sprayed style I had, but I didn’t care. I was done filming for today so it didn’t matter. I felt him sit down beside me, probably too close for my liking right at the moment.

“You need to clean up your act. Kyuhyun, this is really getting bad.” I scoffed, chuckling at his attempt at an intervention.

“I’m fine. There’s nothing wrong.”

“You’ve completely gone downhill. You’re not even the same person anymore! Do you know what you did tonight?”
“Of course I do.”

“Then you know that you should be apologizing to Leeteuk right now instead of brooding on a couch.”

“I’ll stay right here,” I sneered. I was getting very irritated at his nagging lately, and now was a prime example.

“Kyuhyun, you disrespected him on live television! What the hell has gotten into you so bad that you’ve completely changed character?” He paused and I could almost feel his anger lessening. “Is it because of Audrey?”

We hadn’t spoke about her after I came back from the hospital, because he knew what I had done and what the outcome was. I was obvious that it was all over, and I was in no condition to talk about it.