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[August 9] [Super Junior] wisteria
Title: wisteria
Day/Theme: August 9 / the open road, the bitter song, the heavy load
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook, Kyuhyun
Rating: T
They passed the next few days like this: Ryeowook would wake up and make breakfast, and Kyuhyun would trail after him thirty minutes later. At first, Kyuhyun had protested, saying he was a guest, but Ryeowook could see that Kyuhyun was pleased at the chore lifted from his shoulders, and in all honesty, Ryeowook wanted to do it out of nothing better to do. They'd eat breakfast in silence until Sungmin would come down from his and Ryeowook's shared room, in spite of the numerous other beds available, but at least Kyuhyun didn't ask. There was always a vague suspicion in his eyes, and the question always hovered in the air when Kyuhyun and Ryeowook were together, but they weren't close enough just yet to start with the twenty questions.
Frankly, Ryeowook didn't want to get interrogated. There were lines he didn't want to cross just yet, especially after Kyuhyun had, embarrassingly enough, called him "Ryeowookie" and Ryeowook nearly dropped the dishes he was washing. He'd considered Kyuhyun as a quiet kind of boy, not daring enough but still giving off the air of impudence of the same, but still...
"Excuse me?" Ryeowook asked, swallowing the lump in his throat. Kyuhyun made it sound like how Sungmin said his name, but there was a difference in the warmth.
"Ryeowookie," Kyuhyun said, feet propped up on the edge of his seat, "isn't that your name?"
"It's Ryeowook," Ryeowook said, going back to rinsing. An honest mistake, given how Sungmin had introduced them, but it wasn't as if Kyuhyun were ignorant of the proper suffixes. He was Korean, for god's sake.
"Sorry about that," Kyuhyun said, not sounding sorry at all, "I was just asking if you wanted to go anywhere, later. With Sungmin-hyung."
Ryeowook shook his head. The drive from Seoul hadn't endeared him to traveling just yet, and he figured Kyuhyun would just feel burdened with the task of playing their host if he did agree. Kyuhyun shrugged, and turned back to his book -- and English novel, Ryeowook realized, suddenly feeling a surge of admiration explode in his chest -- before he started to hum a slow, sad love song about a girl who left her lover. It sounded like the kind of songs Sungmin liked to listen to. Ryeowook didn't know what to make of it.
This is a joke, Ryeowook thought, darkly, as he dried the dishes with a towelette, is he making fun of me?
But he knew it was only bitterness that was speaking. It wasn't Kyuhyun's fault if Ryeowook's mind persisted in finding similarities between Kyuhyun and Sungmin, narrowing in on tiny details that would have seemed insignificant if Ryeowook never professed, in secret, that he might have found Kyuhyun remotely interesting. The fact of the matter is, we gravitate towards the ones we can never really touch.
He found wisterias on his pillow, that night. Funny, how his body seemed to know his thoughts all too well. The irony wasn't lost to him.
Day/Theme: August 9 / the open road, the bitter song, the heavy load
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook, Kyuhyun
Rating: T
They passed the next few days like this: Ryeowook would wake up and make breakfast, and Kyuhyun would trail after him thirty minutes later. At first, Kyuhyun had protested, saying he was a guest, but Ryeowook could see that Kyuhyun was pleased at the chore lifted from his shoulders, and in all honesty, Ryeowook wanted to do it out of nothing better to do. They'd eat breakfast in silence until Sungmin would come down from his and Ryeowook's shared room, in spite of the numerous other beds available, but at least Kyuhyun didn't ask. There was always a vague suspicion in his eyes, and the question always hovered in the air when Kyuhyun and Ryeowook were together, but they weren't close enough just yet to start with the twenty questions.
Frankly, Ryeowook didn't want to get interrogated. There were lines he didn't want to cross just yet, especially after Kyuhyun had, embarrassingly enough, called him "Ryeowookie" and Ryeowook nearly dropped the dishes he was washing. He'd considered Kyuhyun as a quiet kind of boy, not daring enough but still giving off the air of impudence of the same, but still...
"Excuse me?" Ryeowook asked, swallowing the lump in his throat. Kyuhyun made it sound like how Sungmin said his name, but there was a difference in the warmth.
"Ryeowookie," Kyuhyun said, feet propped up on the edge of his seat, "isn't that your name?"
"It's Ryeowook," Ryeowook said, going back to rinsing. An honest mistake, given how Sungmin had introduced them, but it wasn't as if Kyuhyun were ignorant of the proper suffixes. He was Korean, for god's sake.
"Sorry about that," Kyuhyun said, not sounding sorry at all, "I was just asking if you wanted to go anywhere, later. With Sungmin-hyung."
Ryeowook shook his head. The drive from Seoul hadn't endeared him to traveling just yet, and he figured Kyuhyun would just feel burdened with the task of playing their host if he did agree. Kyuhyun shrugged, and turned back to his book -- and English novel, Ryeowook realized, suddenly feeling a surge of admiration explode in his chest -- before he started to hum a slow, sad love song about a girl who left her lover. It sounded like the kind of songs Sungmin liked to listen to. Ryeowook didn't know what to make of it.
This is a joke, Ryeowook thought, darkly, as he dried the dishes with a towelette, is he making fun of me?
But he knew it was only bitterness that was speaking. It wasn't Kyuhyun's fault if Ryeowook's mind persisted in finding similarities between Kyuhyun and Sungmin, narrowing in on tiny details that would have seemed insignificant if Ryeowook never professed, in secret, that he might have found Kyuhyun remotely interesting. The fact of the matter is, we gravitate towards the ones we can never really touch.
He found wisterias on his pillow, that night. Funny, how his body seemed to know his thoughts all too well. The irony wasn't lost to him.