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[August 3] [Super Junior] rose
Title: rose
Day/Theme: August 3 / walk in empty places
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook
Rating: T
The thing Sungmin (and everyone else) had to realize the first year he has entered into a relationship with Ryeowook was that Ryeowook hid things well, until the inevitable moment that the dam would break. He concealed things so well, in fact, that it took Sungmin five days before he realized what was going on, and it was only through five minutes of holy shit are these thorns on the bed sheets that Ryeowook finally considered that there was no point in hiding anything when he didn't know what to prepare for.
"Ryeowook," Sungmin said, somberly, all the usual good humor and cheer replaced by a sharper edge in his voice, a visible rush of surprise and disappointment still present in his open expression, and Ryeowook shut his eyes and turned to go out, to clear his head, to stall the expected questions, anything to avoid Sungmin's consoling words, his sympathetic touch, the pity in his smile.
Ryeowook still had his pride, if nothing else.
Not that Sungmin himself didn't take to hiding things, Ryeowook thought glumly. There were always a lot of things everyone else knew before he did, moments he never shared with Sungmin that he would only hear of months afterwards. When it all came down to who knew more about the other, well, Ryeowook would be the only loser, in the end.
He spent the rest of the day window shopping. A present for a friend, he'd told the saleslady at Sungmin's favorite clothing store (or was it really the favorite? Ryeowook had more reason to doubt it himself, now) while fiddling with the white newsboy cap, only to put it on his head two hours later when he'd touched his hair and felt leaves sprouting out of his head without even a stem to warn him of its presence. He'd tried brushing it off, but it got tiring after the first five times it started to grow back. He'd seen the open, wondering stares the other people gave him, and it was enough to keep him walking to anywhere else where there wasn't a single soul to ask questions, to pretend to feel sad for him.
It's Seoul. That kind of place never existed, so there was only home to return to, and nowhere else.
Ryeowook pushed the door open cautiously and found Sungmin waiting on the couch, looking like the loneliest boy in the world. For a while Ryeowook thought of getting angry, of hurling bitter imprecations at him for pretending he had a right to know, but even then the words he'd formed in his mind were meaningless pieces of his insecurity, things Sungmin never deserved.
"Are you angry?" Ryeowook said, resting his head on Sungmin's shoulder, palm rubbing soothing circles over Sungmin's elbow, where the thorns had pricked him, and Sungmin said yes even as he shook his head and bit back the trepidation rising in his gut.
Whoever said tragedies needed to have a purpose? There's only fear, if nothing else.
Day/Theme: August 3 / walk in empty places
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook
Rating: T
The thing Sungmin (and everyone else) had to realize the first year he has entered into a relationship with Ryeowook was that Ryeowook hid things well, until the inevitable moment that the dam would break. He concealed things so well, in fact, that it took Sungmin five days before he realized what was going on, and it was only through five minutes of holy shit are these thorns on the bed sheets that Ryeowook finally considered that there was no point in hiding anything when he didn't know what to prepare for.
"Ryeowook," Sungmin said, somberly, all the usual good humor and cheer replaced by a sharper edge in his voice, a visible rush of surprise and disappointment still present in his open expression, and Ryeowook shut his eyes and turned to go out, to clear his head, to stall the expected questions, anything to avoid Sungmin's consoling words, his sympathetic touch, the pity in his smile.
Ryeowook still had his pride, if nothing else.
Not that Sungmin himself didn't take to hiding things, Ryeowook thought glumly. There were always a lot of things everyone else knew before he did, moments he never shared with Sungmin that he would only hear of months afterwards. When it all came down to who knew more about the other, well, Ryeowook would be the only loser, in the end.
He spent the rest of the day window shopping. A present for a friend, he'd told the saleslady at Sungmin's favorite clothing store (or was it really the favorite? Ryeowook had more reason to doubt it himself, now) while fiddling with the white newsboy cap, only to put it on his head two hours later when he'd touched his hair and felt leaves sprouting out of his head without even a stem to warn him of its presence. He'd tried brushing it off, but it got tiring after the first five times it started to grow back. He'd seen the open, wondering stares the other people gave him, and it was enough to keep him walking to anywhere else where there wasn't a single soul to ask questions, to pretend to feel sad for him.
It's Seoul. That kind of place never existed, so there was only home to return to, and nowhere else.
Ryeowook pushed the door open cautiously and found Sungmin waiting on the couch, looking like the loneliest boy in the world. For a while Ryeowook thought of getting angry, of hurling bitter imprecations at him for pretending he had a right to know, but even then the words he'd formed in his mind were meaningless pieces of his insecurity, things Sungmin never deserved.
"Are you angry?" Ryeowook said, resting his head on Sungmin's shoulder, palm rubbing soothing circles over Sungmin's elbow, where the thorns had pricked him, and Sungmin said yes even as he shook his head and bit back the trepidation rising in his gut.
Whoever said tragedies needed to have a purpose? There's only fear, if nothing else.