Title: My Sacrifice for You
Other Characters: Mystery girl?
Genre: Heartbreak, regret, sacrifice.
He tried his hardest to block out all of his thoughts as he stared hard into the blank wall ahead of him.
“Don’t cover up, you little bitch.” the man in front of him demanded in a stale, cold voice.
He let go of his hands that were covering up his private areas, as he bared all for the man to see. He was almost prostituting himself, selling his body away so cheaply, but he didn’t care for all of that self-betrayal now; all he cared about was the money he was able to earn to help the one he loved succeed and achieve his dreams.
Kangin was trapped. He was not in physical danger, but he was in emotional and mental danger. And there was nothing he could do.
“Why won’t you…stay with me, tonight?” a slender and fair finger trailed down from his neck to the zip of his pants.
It belonged to a woman, a sexy, feisty, ever so seductive woman that only had on a black-laced bra and barely any visible cloth for panties. But Kangin didn’t show any signs of giving in or attraction. He was faithful to the one he loved.
“Here’s your money, you dirty cheap son of a bitch.” The man threw the money in Leeteuk’s face, as he packed up his camera and left.
Leeteuk was putting on his clothes, but as he saw the money cascading to the floor, afraid that some might be lost if he didn’t pick them up now, he dropped all his clothes and left his shirt unbuttoned as he snatched all the money up from the floor, just like how a beggar stuffs himself with food when it is served to him.
This money that I have earned…it finally is enough for Kangin to realize his dream! I’ll go to his house right now…to hand this to him…but sorry Kangin-ah, I cannot reveal to you that I have gotten this money from bearing my body for others to see…because I want to see my love succeed happily, without feeling indebt to me.
Kangin finally managed to get out of the woman’s house, which he swore resembled hell, as he was trapped inside with the female devil, trying to get him to sin. But the problem now was, they were in her car, outside his house. He had wanted to go home, but she insisted on accompanying him there, in case he changed his mind on the way.
“No, I really can’t do this. I’m already in love with someone else. And I’m forever faithful to him” Kangin pushed the woman away in the car. But she was throwing herself upon him harder and harder whenever he resisted.
“Him? You’re in love with a man? What pleasure can he give you? Stick with me…I’ll be your slave…” she kissed his lips passionately, and he could taste the lipstick.
“No,” Kangin said firmly, “stop this, I’m warning you. If not, we’ll be friends no more.”
At this point, the woman stopped kissing him and fell back into her seat.
“Okay, fine. This…it’s your loss, anyways.”
Leeteuk packed up all of his belongings and rushed straight to Kangin’s house. He glanced at his watch.
It was late, but he really wished to hand the money to Kangin. At least he could do something significant for his love.
As Leeteuk boarded the bus, it began to rain heavily outside. Shocks of white electricity lighted up the sky and the fierce rumbling of thunder could be heard even from far away. The man didn’t have any umbrella or any thing that could shelter him for that matter, but he didn’t care for that. He would swim across any floods if he had to, just to reach Kangin’s house and hand him the money. It wasn’t a rational thinking, but it was all Leeteuk could think about, really.
It wasn’t as though handing Kangin the money in the middle of the night would bring him fame in that instant, but Leeteuk was selfish; he desperately wished to see the look of happiness and love on Kangin’s face.
A while later, he reached his stop. As the bus door opened and Leeteuk alighted, he was greeted with heavy rain splashing down onto the pavements and making loud whacking noises.
But he didn’t care. He clutched the money tightly in his pockets as he ran in the rain, his destination, Kangin’s front door.
There was a single click, and the four locks on each of the car doors were unlocked. Kangin knew that he was free, and he knew he had to dash out of the car before the woman that held him ‘captive’ changed her mind again.
As he reached for the door to get out, her sexy voice came up from behind him again, “but before you leave,” her voice had changed; now it sounded so defeated, “could you at least give me a goodbye kiss?”
Kangin turned around and looked into her eyes. A goodbye kiss, yeah. Why not? At least she was brave enough to go after me. A kiss won’t betray my feelings for Leeteuk, would it?
Kangin leaned forward, slowly manipulating his lips and carefully inched forward a bit more until they touched the warmth of her cheeks. But the woman had tricked Kangin; she forced his lips onto hers when he was close enough. Kangin struggled for a while, and finally managed to pull himself away. He was petrified at what the woman had done, and he quickly got out of the car.
But what he didn’t know was, unluckily enough, the windows of the car were not tinted, unluckily enough, the timing was just wrong, unluckily enough…
…Leeteuk saw it.
The scene of Kangin leaning in to kiss that mystery woman kept replaying ever so clearly in Leeteuk’s mind, just like a movie.
And with every scene replayed, a dose of venom seemed to penetrate Leeteuk’s veins and stopped his heart. Leeteuk’s mind was blank for words; he couldn’t think of anything to say, he couldn’t even think straight. His heart hurt so much, so much, as though a knife had pierced through it. He couldn’t feel the warmth, and it wasn’t because of the rain. He was almost so certain he had stopped breathing.
As Kangin got out of the car and into the heavy downpour, he heaved a sigh of relief to have escaped with all of his virginity still kept. He glanced around casually until his eyes unexpectedly landed on a silly soul standing in the rain, a mere few meters away.
Kangin was already drenched, but the way the stranger was standing in the distance made him squint his eyes to see his face. And then, he realized.
“L…Leeteuk? What are you--,”
“HOW COULD YOU?!” Leeteuk interrupted him, his voice full of hatred and betrayal, as he screamed those words out from his heart.
It was full of hatred, that even the noise of the pouring rain seemed to have been drowned out by it.
Leeteuk didn’t even wait for a reply from Kangin, as he had already started running in the opposite direction, barely able see what was in front of him, as the rain came down heavier, blinding his sense of direction. Kangin chased after him desperately.
Leeteuk ran as fast as he could, and he planned to carry on running until he could run no more. Kangin’s voice could be heard, as he called out for his name somewhere in the rain, but Leeteuk didn’t care anymore.
Suddenly, there was a bright white light heading for Leeteuk, and then a loud awakening horn sounded out. But by the time Leeteuk realized what it was, it was too late for him to dodge it. There was a loud bang and Leeteuk felt a searing pain in his left leg. He felt himself being lifted into the air, almost as though like he was flying. Then, a loud thud followed not long after and everything went pitch black.
“LEETEUK! LEETEUK!” Kangin was standing so near Leeteuk, but it was too late to save him. The younger man shouted his hyung’s name so desperately, as he ran to his body on the road, slammed his knees to the ground, and started slapping, pushing, shaking him in hopes that the man would open his eyes and wake up.
But, Leeteuk’s death was confirmed when thick crimson blood oozed out from Leeteuk’s head as he laid there in the rain, with Kangin by his side, crying for his loss.
As Kangin mourned by himself in the rain, his eyes shifted to something that had caused a slight buldge in his hyung’s pocket. Kangin reached into it, and pulled out a stack of money. He threw them all behind him, and dug deeper, as though instincts had influenced him to do so. Then, he found a note:
“Kangin-ah, I know you’ve always been wanting to send your demo to the recording studio, in hopes of achieving your lifelong dream of becoming a famous singer. So, I’ve worked many countless nights, and I have finally raised this money, just for you. Please keep the money and do not feel indebt to me, as when you have become famous and are living your dream, is when you have already paid me back in full.”
Kangin clutched the note so tightly in his hand that he could feel his hand going numb, but he didn’t care. He put his fist to his heart, and started to cry out loud, not caring about his life as he laid down in the middle of the road, and rested his head on the chest of the cold, lifeless body of the man he loved.