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[August 6] [Super Junior] anemone
Title: anemone
Day/Theme: August 6 / that we should voyage far.
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook
Rating: T
Ryeowook fell asleep an hour after Sungmin turned on the radio, the quiet lull of Yiruma's music floating into his consciousness and out of it without much disturbance. He registered Sungmin's soft, concerned inquiry about the anemones that protruded out of his sleeve, the stems curling around his elbow, petals whiter than his skin, but he only mumbled an unsuprised "oh" and crossed his arms over his chest, as if to cradle it closer to himself.
The distance between Seoul and Busan was about 330 kilometers, more or less. Sungmin had muttered something about visiting a cousin of his, Kyuhyun, or something like it, and Ryeowook had made a vague noise of assent as Sungmin rattled off his childhood stories without needing encouragement from Ryeowook; not that Ryeowook wasn't a good listener. In all honesty, far from actually being a good listener, Ryeowook was good at pretending he was one, and Sungmin, for his part, acknowledged it but didn't press on. If he talked and Ryeowook was there to hear him, it was good. If he talked and Ryeowook had fallen asleep, that was alright, too. When he didn't talk, the only thing Sungmin seemed to do was think, and sometimes Ryeowook felt that was dangerous, because there was always something off about Sungmin when he started to withdraw into himself, almost as if something darker crept beneath the surface.
He used to write about sad things a lot, before he'd lost the time to write anything. Ryeowook didn't know what to say to him, when he was like that, because all Ryeowook ever wrote to anyone were happy things, small hearts, consoling messages that might have been more for formality's sake or politeness than genuine affection. Sometimes, it was difficult to figure out which of them was wrong, which of them was more real than the other, if reality had anything to do with it.
When he woke up, they were in Daegu, still in the Gyeongbu Highway. Yiruma had been replaced by an upbeat American popstar whose lyrics Ryeowook couldn't decipher what with his limited grasp of the english language. It didn't matter, he supposed. He was never one to find significance in the meaning of songs, anyway, so it was of no consequence.
Ryeowook reached over to turn the radio off, and Sungmin shot him a passing glance. "Did you know that the human body is composed of 80% water?" Sungmin said, out of nowhere, and Ryeowook's lips thinned into a small, unconvinced smile.
"I didn't," Ryeowook said, "was that meant to be comforting? Because it really isn't, you know."
"Sorry," Sungmin said, without looking properly apologetic, and Ryeaowook ran his thumb over his wrist to distract himself from measuring the amount of water he should take in, if it was too much, if it was enough, if it even mattered anyway.
Sungmin always made it seem like it did.
Then again, Sungmin made everything seem like it mattered more than Ryeowook could ever think it did.
Day/Theme: August 6 / that we should voyage far.
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook
Rating: T
Ryeowook fell asleep an hour after Sungmin turned on the radio, the quiet lull of Yiruma's music floating into his consciousness and out of it without much disturbance. He registered Sungmin's soft, concerned inquiry about the anemones that protruded out of his sleeve, the stems curling around his elbow, petals whiter than his skin, but he only mumbled an unsuprised "oh" and crossed his arms over his chest, as if to cradle it closer to himself.
The distance between Seoul and Busan was about 330 kilometers, more or less. Sungmin had muttered something about visiting a cousin of his, Kyuhyun, or something like it, and Ryeowook had made a vague noise of assent as Sungmin rattled off his childhood stories without needing encouragement from Ryeowook; not that Ryeowook wasn't a good listener. In all honesty, far from actually being a good listener, Ryeowook was good at pretending he was one, and Sungmin, for his part, acknowledged it but didn't press on. If he talked and Ryeowook was there to hear him, it was good. If he talked and Ryeowook had fallen asleep, that was alright, too. When he didn't talk, the only thing Sungmin seemed to do was think, and sometimes Ryeowook felt that was dangerous, because there was always something off about Sungmin when he started to withdraw into himself, almost as if something darker crept beneath the surface.
He used to write about sad things a lot, before he'd lost the time to write anything. Ryeowook didn't know what to say to him, when he was like that, because all Ryeowook ever wrote to anyone were happy things, small hearts, consoling messages that might have been more for formality's sake or politeness than genuine affection. Sometimes, it was difficult to figure out which of them was wrong, which of them was more real than the other, if reality had anything to do with it.
When he woke up, they were in Daegu, still in the Gyeongbu Highway. Yiruma had been replaced by an upbeat American popstar whose lyrics Ryeowook couldn't decipher what with his limited grasp of the english language. It didn't matter, he supposed. He was never one to find significance in the meaning of songs, anyway, so it was of no consequence.
Ryeowook reached over to turn the radio off, and Sungmin shot him a passing glance. "Did you know that the human body is composed of 80% water?" Sungmin said, out of nowhere, and Ryeowook's lips thinned into a small, unconvinced smile.
"I didn't," Ryeowook said, "was that meant to be comforting? Because it really isn't, you know."
"Sorry," Sungmin said, without looking properly apologetic, and Ryeaowook ran his thumb over his wrist to distract himself from measuring the amount of water he should take in, if it was too much, if it was enough, if it even mattered anyway.
Sungmin always made it seem like it did.
Then again, Sungmin made everything seem like it mattered more than Ryeowook could ever think it did.