Broken Vow - Part 8 (1/2)

How long? How long since he had seen those black orbs? How long since the last time he drowned into those eyes and melted to those stares? How long? He couldn’t remember.

He felt his heart explode in his chest, the feeling was painful and yet, he loved it. He stood there, unmoving, his eyes glued to the pair of back orbs opposite him. He wanted to smile, to run to him, to embrace him, to kiss him, to feel him melt in his arms like he did before. But he didn't, he can't, as much as he wanted to, for the first time for a very long time, he felt his muscles still.

When the tension was release in his jaw, he found himself uttering his name, that name that would daily roll off his tongue as he chanted prayers of hope for him to show up. "Sung...min." It was a name that left various questions... pain in him and yet, that name also left beautiful memories, wonderful thoughts and everlasting love. Sungmin, Sungmin was back; he was there, standing in front of him, a couple of feet away, holding a gaze akin to fear, longing and sadness. He exhaled twice, thrice, but the rapid beating of his heart would not slow down. He balled his fist in frustration as thoughts slowly flooded his mind.

"What am I to say?"

"What do I do?"

"How do I start?"

All these and many more are racing inside his head, harboring more pain for him. He ushered himself to take a step forward, pulling his muscles for them to cooperate. He had taken his shots earlier that day and the Azilect had always been effective. Always.

His left foot nudge forward earning a gasp from the man. He still wasn't speaking, Kyuhyun hoped he would. How long? How long since he had heard of his voice? Please, he chanted inside his head and lifted his right foot, taking another step. He was covering his mouth now, shocked and scared of what he might do. Did he think he was still capable of punching someone? Slowly, he moved forward. He heard a voice from inside their building but he paid no heed. He swallowed hard, aching his own throat as he did.

It was Jongwoon, he could hear his voice, calling out his name but he did not stop. He continued inching closer until he was just an arm away. He wanted to stretch out and enveloped the smaller man but he couldn’t. Instead, he allowed his eyes to linger more to figure in front of him.

He studied him, now that he is closer and he could look at him deeper. He had changed. He looked different and yet, there was still something in him that hadn’t changed. Sure he had grown bulkier, he was skinnier before, and his cheekbones weren't that high. His complexion was lighter... paler. His locks were on their natural black now, he could still remember how his fingers would run through the softness of his hair that was once dyed blond. But then again, he saw his eyes. Those orbs that he would forever hold haven’t change, even his lips, his nose, his face. He was still the same, he was still beautiful.

Kyuhyun did not know when he had allowed his defences to go down. He could still remember Heechul’s words to him. Have a little more pride, Kyuhyun. At least feel some hate towards him. Kyuhyun knew he had tried, Kyuhyun knew he had fought out for his pride to kick in. But when you’re as helpless as him, when you know how useless you can be from time to time, and when you know you would be forever a burden to others, such thing could not prevail. And so, as soon as he let loose of the hand covering his mouth, as soon as a breathy “Kyu…” escaped that luscious lips, Kyuhyun surrendered everything he has and finally pulled the smaller man for a tight embrace.

He could feel the tears threatening to fall, he could feel the sting in his eyes and the slow swelling of his chest. He could feel the tremors becoming rapid, but he didn’t mind anything. He just stood there, making up for the lost time, the lost years. A pair of arms circled his waist, and warm breath tickled his neck and it was then Kyuhyun let out a sigh, a sigh of relief, of happiness. Finally, it was real, it was not a dream, not trickery, it was him. “Kyu…”, he heard again , and then, he cried.

“Sungmin,” he murmured once again as he sobbed. He could hear his soft sobs too, he could hear the fear and the happiness mixed those sobs. He could hear them all, he could hear him… his Sungmin.