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[August 7] [Super Junior] sweet pea
Title: sweet pea
Day/Theme: August 7 / no longer burdened by what’s left behind
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook, Kyuhyun
Rating: T
As Sungmin got out of the car and pushed the gates open, Ryeowook peered curiously at the expansive grounds, sprawling roots of trees visible even on the surface of the soil, arching and entwining with no visible or definite route. The grass was cut to perfection, and there were sweet pea bushes around the veranda. Cedar, perhaps. It looked expensive with its fine-grained, reddish color, but it seemed to fit in with the rest of the house.
The house was a small, one-story structure seated in the center of the surrounding foliage. It resembled a hanok, but Ryeowook wasn’t sure what to make of the Western touches, what with the glass windows and the gothic exterior lighting perched on both sides of the entrance, but the giwa bespoke of the considerable investment put in the residence.
“It’s my cousin’s,” Sungmin explained as he drove up the barely distinguishable driveway – little more than a long patch of soil devoid of grass but littered with a few small pebbles. Ryeowook nodded, still staring at the swing on the porch, cushioned and fitted with black cloth. When Sungmin stepped out of the car, Ryeowook followed, not registering the rest of Sungmin’s words about his cousin. He took small, unsure steps towards the front porch, letting his fingers brush against the sweet peas along the way, and stood in front of the door, pressing the doorbell without encouragement from Sungmin.
There was the sound of hurried footsteps from inside the house, as if expecting someone, and when the door opened, Ryeowook came face to face with a boy – no, a man, maybe – who looked younger than Ryeowook, only taller. He had an honest, open face, and his ready smile immediately turned into a confused frown when he saw Ryeowook.
"Who are you?" The man said, eyeing Ryeowook with distrust, and Ryeowook guiltily looked at the floor.
“Kyuhyun-ah,” Sungmin said, walking up to the two with their bags slung on his shoulders. Ryeowook felt a flash of irritation, suddenly, feeling useless at the sight, “help me out here, will you?”
“Hyung,” Kyuhyun said, coming forward to take Sungmin’s backpack, to which Sungmin acquiesced gratefully, “it’s good to see you again.”
“This is Ryeowookie,” Sungmin said, affectionately ruffling up Ryeowook’s hair. Ryeowook nodded shyly at Kyuhyun, and Kyuhyun gave him a grudging smile back, “I hope your fridge is stocked, I’m tired from driving.”
“Demanding,” Kyuhyun said, shaking his head and going back inside, and Sungmin laughed, not even protesting at his lack of manners.
"Let's go," Sungmin said, taking Ryeowook's hand in his, and Ryeowook bowed his head.
There was an acute awareness of self-consciousness in him, somewhere; Ryeowook almost felt like sparing him an apology, but that was dangerous, too.
What was it about kindness again...? The kindness of strangers, and dependence, or something like it, but Sungmin was hardly a stranger to Ryeowook. Kyuhyun, on the other hand…
Forget it, he thought, and didn’t look back as he shut the door behind him.
Day/Theme: August 7 / no longer burdened by what’s left behind
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook, Kyuhyun
Rating: T
As Sungmin got out of the car and pushed the gates open, Ryeowook peered curiously at the expansive grounds, sprawling roots of trees visible even on the surface of the soil, arching and entwining with no visible or definite route. The grass was cut to perfection, and there were sweet pea bushes around the veranda. Cedar, perhaps. It looked expensive with its fine-grained, reddish color, but it seemed to fit in with the rest of the house.
The house was a small, one-story structure seated in the center of the surrounding foliage. It resembled a hanok, but Ryeowook wasn’t sure what to make of the Western touches, what with the glass windows and the gothic exterior lighting perched on both sides of the entrance, but the giwa bespoke of the considerable investment put in the residence.
“It’s my cousin’s,” Sungmin explained as he drove up the barely distinguishable driveway – little more than a long patch of soil devoid of grass but littered with a few small pebbles. Ryeowook nodded, still staring at the swing on the porch, cushioned and fitted with black cloth. When Sungmin stepped out of the car, Ryeowook followed, not registering the rest of Sungmin’s words about his cousin. He took small, unsure steps towards the front porch, letting his fingers brush against the sweet peas along the way, and stood in front of the door, pressing the doorbell without encouragement from Sungmin.
There was the sound of hurried footsteps from inside the house, as if expecting someone, and when the door opened, Ryeowook came face to face with a boy – no, a man, maybe – who looked younger than Ryeowook, only taller. He had an honest, open face, and his ready smile immediately turned into a confused frown when he saw Ryeowook.
"Who are you?" The man said, eyeing Ryeowook with distrust, and Ryeowook guiltily looked at the floor.
“Kyuhyun-ah,” Sungmin said, walking up to the two with their bags slung on his shoulders. Ryeowook felt a flash of irritation, suddenly, feeling useless at the sight, “help me out here, will you?”
“Hyung,” Kyuhyun said, coming forward to take Sungmin’s backpack, to which Sungmin acquiesced gratefully, “it’s good to see you again.”
“This is Ryeowookie,” Sungmin said, affectionately ruffling up Ryeowook’s hair. Ryeowook nodded shyly at Kyuhyun, and Kyuhyun gave him a grudging smile back, “I hope your fridge is stocked, I’m tired from driving.”
“Demanding,” Kyuhyun said, shaking his head and going back inside, and Sungmin laughed, not even protesting at his lack of manners.
"Let's go," Sungmin said, taking Ryeowook's hand in his, and Ryeowook bowed his head.
There was an acute awareness of self-consciousness in him, somewhere; Ryeowook almost felt like sparing him an apology, but that was dangerous, too.
What was it about kindness again...? The kindness of strangers, and dependence, or something like it, but Sungmin was hardly a stranger to Ryeowook. Kyuhyun, on the other hand…
Forget it, he thought, and didn’t look back as he shut the door behind him.