So I had a bit of time. And for crying out loud it's FRIDAY= RESTING DAY = WHAT EVER I WANT TO DO AT NIGHT DAY! Ya so I hope that was enough accuse to write a fic even though I could like have done my PI, GP, CLIT OR ECONS? That isn't much lar… really isn't much >;D

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Anyway here it is… for no.2 in 100 fanfic challenge. But emm.. .sadly it's not BL… I wonder why…actually the Heechul part is still kind of BL cause I can't write anything with Heechul that's not BL…sry…

Christmas

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Summary: White flakes fall, each a fragment of the shattered hearts and broken souls.
Pairings: HeeWook?
Warnings: !fail Angst !fail HeeWook
Rating: PG

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A light petal fall. It was a white fragile thing shattering against the misty window. One moment it was there, the next moment it melted, evaporated and was gone.

It was snowing, Christmas bells singing.

Heechul was reading, like he always did though you might not believe it. He reads fanfics, stories that are too beautiful to be true, stories about him and dreams, yet none of them are his. It never happened like how it was written, they didn't fly the skies together nor did they swim through ocean of tears alone when love was gone. Because they didn't kiss, they didn't love.

They, no matter how he wished, were just friends.

Now that he was gone, Heechul still liked to read this stuff made of fantasy and fluff, because he thought maybe if he read enough , he could write his own angst and just maybe all this would come true, in dreams it might flew, even if it was just all sad and blue .

Oh yes, his dreams were blue; he waited and was alone. Until another petal of snow melted, nothing had come true.

You said you would be back, when the bells start singing.

Ding ding ding.

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Ryeowook caught a flake in his hand, his nose red and his breath steamed, his vision smudged.

He returned to the dorm with a turkey to be roasted and cake flour waiting to be baked. He ordered a 2meter pine tree, brought a chain of small red and green light and a plastic gold star.

Ryeowook placed a blanket over the one dosed off at the computer table, looking at the empty room.

It's Christmas after all.

He put on the apron, starting with turkey marinated in fridge and cake in the oven. He cleared the different rooms, restored books and Cds back on shelfs, folded t-shirts and pants in to drawers and washed all dirty socks gone moody forgotten under the beds. He swept and mopped the floors, once, twice, trice and until they were sparkly clean. He roasted the turkey, decorated the tree and wrapped 14 different gifts.

When he had finished, it became all strange. He sat on the sparkly floor, hearing the clocks ticked and tocked.

Ryeowook liked business, it kept him from the silence, kept him from thinking and kept him from remembering. He shook his head, but the silence wouldn't go out. He covered his ears and memories became clearer.

Christmas. Chocolate. Rose with a hidden ring.

A boy waiting. A girl late. A car speeding.

The rose melting. Blood blood blood.

Ryeowook closed his eyes and tears watered wither petals before they bloomed and started bleeding all over again.

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They lay on the snow, the world white as eternity. They faced each other, sleeping. One held a bell and the other held a rose with a hidden ring. They held on too tightly, afraid to let go. a thin layer of snow covered them, melting in to Heechul's chocolate locks, wetting Ryeowook's long overcoat.

White flakes fall, each a fragment of the shattered heart and broken soul.