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[August 10] [Super Junior] peony
Title: peony
Day/Theme: August 10 / no time for spreadin' roots
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook, Kyuhyun
Rating: T
By the sixth day since he'd found the sprig of holly, Ryeowook was beginning to feel antsy. He had no idea how long it took for the disease to reach maturity, but he knew the worst was yet to come. He'd heard of some cases when overgrown roses had managed to prick the patients to death, or stems that suffocated the patient in his sleep, but they were few and far. Death, at least, took some semblance of peace, for the most part, unlike a car crash.
He figured he had a few weeks left, but he was still looking for the resignation that often came by the end of the week. He hadn't found it yet. Some days he spent the entire afternoon with a pair of scissors (they were smaller than hedge clippers, he figured) and snipped the day away while thinking how much longer? He holed himself up in his room when the sun was at its brightest and stared at his fingers as if to command him to give him answers.
No such luck.
He wondered about how Kyuhyun and Sungmin fared during lunch. Sometimes he felt sorry for them, when he considered how useless he was as a guest, but he figured they'd need the space alone, together, without someone else.
Sungmin left him peonies, sometimes. He appreciated the gesture, but he found it rude, almost cruel, the way Sungmin's small tokens were presented. Beautiful, almost lavish blossoms wrapped in ribbons, and he probably never bothered to ask if they were from someone else's garden, or from someone else's body. Sometimes Ryeowook would cry when Sungmin kissed the back of his hand, worried at the skin until it bloomed red under his teeth, and Ryeowook had no time for this, no time to let him get under his skin, no time to deepen Sungmin's adoration to ensure the possibility of a future.
"Stop crying," Sungmin teased, knocking their heads together, "jeeze, you're such a crybaby."
"I'm not," Ryeowook sniffled, pressing his palms into his eyes in a vain effort to stop the tears from coming out. Sungmin sighed and picked up the scissors on the floor, placing them on the drawer with some difficulty as he maneuvered himself around Ryeowook without having to let go of his grip around Ryeowook's shoulders.
"Even Kyuhyun's worried now," Sungmin chided, "come on, you have to get out sometime. Stop moping, okay? I love you."
"He might see," Ryeowook said, shaking his head, and Sungmin smiled, fondly, and perhaps with not a little discomfort.
"I don't think Kyuhyun would care much, if he did," Sungmin said, truthfully, and Ryeowook looked up, eyes dry but still red.
Did you know that seemingly meaningless opinions can induce the worst kind of scenarios? If Sungmin did, Ryeowook would have called him the worst, but people in a state of irrationality rarely consider the validity of such statements. People who play the role of giving comfort have limited views as well.
Ryeowook nodded.
Day/Theme: August 10 / no time for spreadin' roots
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook, Kyuhyun
Rating: T
By the sixth day since he'd found the sprig of holly, Ryeowook was beginning to feel antsy. He had no idea how long it took for the disease to reach maturity, but he knew the worst was yet to come. He'd heard of some cases when overgrown roses had managed to prick the patients to death, or stems that suffocated the patient in his sleep, but they were few and far. Death, at least, took some semblance of peace, for the most part, unlike a car crash.
He figured he had a few weeks left, but he was still looking for the resignation that often came by the end of the week. He hadn't found it yet. Some days he spent the entire afternoon with a pair of scissors (they were smaller than hedge clippers, he figured) and snipped the day away while thinking how much longer? He holed himself up in his room when the sun was at its brightest and stared at his fingers as if to command him to give him answers.
No such luck.
He wondered about how Kyuhyun and Sungmin fared during lunch. Sometimes he felt sorry for them, when he considered how useless he was as a guest, but he figured they'd need the space alone, together, without someone else.
Sungmin left him peonies, sometimes. He appreciated the gesture, but he found it rude, almost cruel, the way Sungmin's small tokens were presented. Beautiful, almost lavish blossoms wrapped in ribbons, and he probably never bothered to ask if they were from someone else's garden, or from someone else's body. Sometimes Ryeowook would cry when Sungmin kissed the back of his hand, worried at the skin until it bloomed red under his teeth, and Ryeowook had no time for this, no time to let him get under his skin, no time to deepen Sungmin's adoration to ensure the possibility of a future.
"Stop crying," Sungmin teased, knocking their heads together, "jeeze, you're such a crybaby."
"I'm not," Ryeowook sniffled, pressing his palms into his eyes in a vain effort to stop the tears from coming out. Sungmin sighed and picked up the scissors on the floor, placing them on the drawer with some difficulty as he maneuvered himself around Ryeowook without having to let go of his grip around Ryeowook's shoulders.
"Even Kyuhyun's worried now," Sungmin chided, "come on, you have to get out sometime. Stop moping, okay? I love you."
"He might see," Ryeowook said, shaking his head, and Sungmin smiled, fondly, and perhaps with not a little discomfort.
"I don't think Kyuhyun would care much, if he did," Sungmin said, truthfully, and Ryeowook looked up, eyes dry but still red.
Did you know that seemingly meaningless opinions can induce the worst kind of scenarios? If Sungmin did, Ryeowook would have called him the worst, but people in a state of irrationality rarely consider the validity of such statements. People who play the role of giving comfort have limited views as well.
Ryeowook nodded.