This is my first fic I've written alone...and it involves Super Junior!! Specifically...Yesung! w00t!!
credits to xmkaex@soompi
credits to yunholovesme@soompi
Note- This story contains male-male pairings, so if you don't like, don't read.
Pairings- Yejae (Yesung x Jaejoong), Kisung (Kibum x Yesung), maybe more in the future
This story is partly inspired by the Cantonese police dramas I watch on TVB and another fanfiction called Harsh Moonlight by rasinah
(and also being bored in my stats class lol). Instead of having this take place in Korea, I chose Hong Kong because not only do I know Hong Kong much better than Seoul, but also because I want to incorporate Cantonese (and Hong Kong) aspects into this story. Hopefully you can learn a bit about Hong Kong through this story
Most of my police and triad facts come from my own knowledge from watching TVB dramas and Hong Kong movies, as well as Wikipedia for more detailed information. If I get any of the technical information wrong, please tell me ^^
Comments and feedback are appreciated
This is my first attempt at a multichaptered, dark/serious, gasoo fic ^^
Thank you so much for reading!! It really means a lot to me ^^
Jaejoong thanked the driver, paid the fare, and stepped out of the taxi. It was a muggy morning, but that was the usual weather in Hong Kong. As he made his way into the building and towards the elevator, some nurses nodded and greeted him: he was a regular visitor. Jaejoong smiled in return, and entered the elevator.
A nurse asked the nurse next to her, "Wow, I didn't notice that our hospital has such good-looking visitors. Do you know who he is? I may be interested." She laughed slightly, indicating that she was joking.
The other nurse sighed before replying, "Don't say that; his situation's horrible. He has a slight limp, so he comes here for therapy, but he mostly comes to visit another patient, probably a close friend. I think he's been coming here for well over a year now."
Her eyes widened slightly. "Oh...how pitiful..." her voice trailed off.
Jaejoong stepped out of the elevator, and headed towards room 813. He took slow, deliberate strides, measuring exactly 135 steps before arriving at the door, and knocked softly, out of habit. Hearing no response, he opened the door and stepped softly inside.
Making his way towards the bed, he sat down on the visitor's chair. For a few minutes, he stayed silent, merely looking at the sleeping patient's face. Unknowingly, a tear slipped out from his long eyelashes, causing him to quickly brush it away before getting up and tidying the room. When he was done, he stood at the side of the bed and lightly put his hand on his cheek. "Hyung...when will you wake up? It's been too long..."
He stayed like this for a few moments before he gathered his belongings and headed towards the door. As he closed the door behind him, he eyed the sign that he knew so well:
Patient: Kim Jongwoon
After his visit to the hospital, Jaejoong headed over to the prison. He thought wryly, Hospital then prison...what kinds of friends do I have?
He went through the mandatory security checks before he was led to the visiting room, where he sat down at a window while waiting for his friend to come out.
He saw his friend walk out of the room and sit down across from him. Jaejoong indicated for him to pick up the phone, and once he did, he heard an enthusiastic voice shout, "Jaejoong-hyung! You're finally here to visit me!"
Jaejoong chuckled and replied, "Kibum-ah, don't call me hyung! We're the same age, but you always make me feel so old," both of them alternating smoothly between Cantonese and Korean.
"That's because you act old."
"Pshh, always finding a way to annoy me." Jaejoong smiled again and continued, "Anyway, you doing alright in there? No one's bullying you, right?"
"Of course I'm fine. You haven't forgotten what I used to be, right? People don't mess with me in here," Kibum responded. Although his tone was light, they both knew the weight of his words. "Well, I'm always the same in here, so tell me about yourself. Is your leg doing any better?"
"Mmm, it's alright, I guess. I'm still going for therapy. Life is ok with it, but I just wish that I could run again. We still need to have that soccer match, Kibum-ah, when you get out. What is it, you only have 2 years left?"
"Yea, but if I have good behavior, they'll let me out early. So what exactly do you do now, with your leg like that? You can't be running around catching us gangsters anymore, right?"
"Desk job. Instead of catching you guys, all I do now is type up reports and such. It's not much, pretty boring."
Kibum sighed into the telephone. "Jaejoong-hyu-, I mean, Jaejoong-ah, you've really given up a lot for him, haven't you?"
Jaejoong did not say anything; he stared at Kibum for a few moments before shutting his eyes. He whispered, "It's worth it," thinking that Kibum could not hear, but he did.
Hesistating slightly before asking, Kibum said, "How...is he? Jongwoon-hyung I mean? You've visited him, right?"
"......still the same. The doctor said that he still doesn't know when he will wake up; only time will tell." Even though Jaejoong's face appeared calm, Kibum knew that he was hurting inside.
Kibum stretched his hand out, so that his palm was flat on the glass. "Jaejoong, good things happen to good people. He'll pull through."
Jaejoong smiled, thankful for having such a supportive friend. "Alright, Kibum-ah. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." He looked at his watch and said, "Ahh, our time is up for today. Don't worry, I'll visit you more often, so I can keep you updated. Just remember, don't get in too many fights, alright?"
Kibum rolled his eyes exasperatedly. "Fine, Jaejoong-GOH!!!!" He finished with a cheeky smile before setting down the phone and returning to the interior of the jail compound.
Jaejoong got back to the police station late in the day, tired from his morning activities. Although he nodded and acknowledged all of his collegues on the way to the dressing room, they no longer connected with each other. They were merely collegues, nothing more. There was no more comraderie that Jaejoong had yearned for when he first entered the police force.
He quickly changed out of his civilian clothes and into his uniform. He no longer carried a gun, making his belt much lighter, but this did not stop his heart from feeling just as, if not more, heavy.
He turned to face the mirror. Years ago, he would see himself with pride, the protector of the people of Hong Kong and those around him. Nothing would stop him from chasing after and arresting gangsters and triad members. Now...it is a different story.
He saluted his image in the mirror, but it was no longer the same.
- I will use both Korean (K) and Cantonese (C ) interchangeably throughout this story, but I will provide translations at the bottom (in this "notes" section) for those who do not understand.
- hyung (K)- older brother, used between males
- goh (C )- also older brother, but is used between both females and males
- Kim Jongwoon is Yesung's real name.
- If anyone is keeping track of their ages, Jaejoong and Kibum are both 25 and Yesung is 28 in this chapter.
~~~Disclaimer: The following is a work of Fiction. The events and characters are fictional and the celebrity names/images merely borrowed and do not represent who the celebrity is in real life. No offence is intended towards them, their families or friends.
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