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[August 5] [Super Junior] lavender
Title: lavender
Day/Theme: August 5 / destiny calls and I go
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook
Rating: T
He had his slip ups, he realized later, when Sungmin cheerfully pushed him into the car and took hold of the wheel. Just a small vacation, he'd told Ryeowook, but Ryeowook was starting to suspect that something was completely off in the way Sungmin's eyes didn't quite light up the way it usually did at the prospect of going on a trip.
"You're insane," Ryeowook said, brushing the petals off his shirt. Lavender, this time. He'd have to remember what it meant, later on.
"Don't you trust me?" Sungmin said, "and put your cap on, I'm opening the windows."
"I don't," Ryeowook said, tersely, "Kibum warned me about you, you know."
"Oh?" Fingers tapping on the wheel, considering. "What did he say?"
Ryeowook sunk lower into his seat, visibly turning red. "Nothing," he lied, but Sungmin didn't press further, and that was a good thing, in some ways.
What did Kibum tell him again? Something about Sungmin never being able to differentiate between a healthy dose of affection and a more obsessive form of adoration. "It just goes hand in hand with him," Kibum had said as he blew into a cup of instant coffee, "his last girlfriend said he was a bit of a stalker, and got irrationally jealous sometimes."
"That's insane," Ryeowook had laughed, then, "he's not like that at all."
Kibum had shrugged, and looked at his feet. "He doesn't look like it, but I think..."
Kibum never did tell him what he thought, and didn't say anything else even after Ryeowook started seeing Sungmin. It got lost in between months of small talk and little interaction, like all things do, given time and space and disinterest. Ryeowook had the sneaking suspicion that it had to do with Kibum's vague disapproval of Sungmin, but he wasn't one to pursue the thought. When the initial anger passed, Ryeowook had a tendency to let it lay dormant in his mind, before he would pick it up again after getting tired of sitting back and letting things flow without his involvement.
"Are you thinking again?" Sungmin interrupted, just as Ryeowook's head swayed dangerously to the direction of the window, "you know you fall asleep when you start thinking. And are you wearing a belt? I think your shorts are falling down."
Ryeowook sat up, self-consciously tugging the hem of his shirt downwards. "You're supposed to be paying more attention to the road," Ryeowook said, "I don't think my mom would want to see a news flash about us being involved in a traffic accident."
"I only answer to destiny," Sungmin said, "wait, that sounds like a good song."
"Or a line from a movie," Ryeowook said, fondly, and if Sungmin weren't driving, Ryeowook would have reached over to hold his hand, pretending the lavender was potpourri and not the biggest living nightmare he'd ever had. No, not the biggest, but the most beautiful, perhaps, more than Sungmin's imagined faults, or the nagging feeling of disassociation that persisted in Ryeowook's mind.
Day/Theme: August 5 / destiny calls and I go
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook
Rating: T
He had his slip ups, he realized later, when Sungmin cheerfully pushed him into the car and took hold of the wheel. Just a small vacation, he'd told Ryeowook, but Ryeowook was starting to suspect that something was completely off in the way Sungmin's eyes didn't quite light up the way it usually did at the prospect of going on a trip.
"You're insane," Ryeowook said, brushing the petals off his shirt. Lavender, this time. He'd have to remember what it meant, later on.
"Don't you trust me?" Sungmin said, "and put your cap on, I'm opening the windows."
"I don't," Ryeowook said, tersely, "Kibum warned me about you, you know."
"Oh?" Fingers tapping on the wheel, considering. "What did he say?"
Ryeowook sunk lower into his seat, visibly turning red. "Nothing," he lied, but Sungmin didn't press further, and that was a good thing, in some ways.
What did Kibum tell him again? Something about Sungmin never being able to differentiate between a healthy dose of affection and a more obsessive form of adoration. "It just goes hand in hand with him," Kibum had said as he blew into a cup of instant coffee, "his last girlfriend said he was a bit of a stalker, and got irrationally jealous sometimes."
"That's insane," Ryeowook had laughed, then, "he's not like that at all."
Kibum had shrugged, and looked at his feet. "He doesn't look like it, but I think..."
Kibum never did tell him what he thought, and didn't say anything else even after Ryeowook started seeing Sungmin. It got lost in between months of small talk and little interaction, like all things do, given time and space and disinterest. Ryeowook had the sneaking suspicion that it had to do with Kibum's vague disapproval of Sungmin, but he wasn't one to pursue the thought. When the initial anger passed, Ryeowook had a tendency to let it lay dormant in his mind, before he would pick it up again after getting tired of sitting back and letting things flow without his involvement.
"Are you thinking again?" Sungmin interrupted, just as Ryeowook's head swayed dangerously to the direction of the window, "you know you fall asleep when you start thinking. And are you wearing a belt? I think your shorts are falling down."
Ryeowook sat up, self-consciously tugging the hem of his shirt downwards. "You're supposed to be paying more attention to the road," Ryeowook said, "I don't think my mom would want to see a news flash about us being involved in a traffic accident."
"I only answer to destiny," Sungmin said, "wait, that sounds like a good song."
"Or a line from a movie," Ryeowook said, fondly, and if Sungmin weren't driving, Ryeowook would have reached over to hold his hand, pretending the lavender was potpourri and not the biggest living nightmare he'd ever had. No, not the biggest, but the most beautiful, perhaps, more than Sungmin's imagined faults, or the nagging feeling of disassociation that persisted in Ryeowook's mind.