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[August 17] [Super Junior] amaryllis
Title: amaryllis
Day/Theme: August 17 / curse of the gypsy blood
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook, Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Rating: T
Ryeowook woke up to the lovely sound of Sungmin screaming his head off in the garden, and he shot up in bed, kicking off the blankets and nearly tripping over the bed sheets in his haste. He met Kyuhyun in the hallway, and both of them exchanged looks of trepidation before cautiously heading to the door.
"Hyung?" Kyuhyun asked, tentatively opening the door, "is this about the amaryllis in the garden? Because I swear I didn't forget to water them yesterday..."
"Look at this!" Sungmin yelled, pointing at the ground, "I don't -- this is so --"
Ryeowook immediately felt his head ache. "Sungmin," he said, very slowly, "it's just a broken doll."
"It's not just a broken doll," Sungmin said, testily, and with more bite than Ryeowook had ever heard from him in his fits, "it's my mother's porcelain doll."
"They were very expensive ones, too," Kyuhyun said, solemnly, as he bent over to gather the larger pieces in his palm, "wasn't this an heirloom?"
"Don't," Ryeowook said, but the warning came belatedly, as the edge of one of the pieces scratched Kyuhyun's finger, opening a tiny wound. It was always the smallest ones that hurt the most, Ryeowook thought, dismayed, "come on, we should get that disinfected."
"Ryeowook," Sungmin said, sounding hurt at Ryeowook's indifference, "don't you get it?"
"No, Sungmin," Ryeowook said, grabbing Kyuhyun's wrist to steer him back inside, "I don't. And don't touch it, I'll sweep it up later, okay?"
"How did anyone get inside?" Kyuhyun muttered, still looking back at Sungmin's form. Sungmin didn't bother to hide the glare he aimed at Kyuhyun, and Ryeowook would have yelled at him for it if he'd seen it.
"Did you forget to lock the door again?" Ryeowook said, ever the level-headed one, and Kyuhyun bit the inside of his cheek.
"I'm not sure," Kyuhyun said, yelping when Ryeowook pushed him inside the bathroom with force, "I. I don't remember closing the door after I fell asleep on the couch."
"May I remind you that this is your fault?" Ryeowook said, the gentleness of his tone belying the way he'd doused Kyuhyun's wound with alcohol, "you're going to have to make it up to him, you know."
"I know," Kyuhyun said, wincing, "but you have to remember to be gentle to him, too, Ryeowookie."
"I don't need you to tell me that," Ryeowook laughed, but acknowledged it all the same with some embarrassment. He'd forgotten what it was to feel dependent on Sungmin in such a short amount of time, and he supposed he could blame it on Kyuhyun and the feelings of protectiveness he'd stirred in Ryeowook.
Over breakfast, Sungmin, to Ryeowook's surprise, insisted on keeping tabs on the near-daily threats they had begun to receive on their property. Kyuhyun and Ryeowook exchanged glances, but didn't object to Sungmin's proposition.
I go where I roam, the radio sang. Ryeowook patted Sungmin's hand under the table, brushing his thumb against the soft skin of Sungmin's palm.
Day/Theme: August 17 / curse of the gypsy blood
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook, Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Rating: T
Ryeowook woke up to the lovely sound of Sungmin screaming his head off in the garden, and he shot up in bed, kicking off the blankets and nearly tripping over the bed sheets in his haste. He met Kyuhyun in the hallway, and both of them exchanged looks of trepidation before cautiously heading to the door.
"Hyung?" Kyuhyun asked, tentatively opening the door, "is this about the amaryllis in the garden? Because I swear I didn't forget to water them yesterday..."
"Look at this!" Sungmin yelled, pointing at the ground, "I don't -- this is so --"
Ryeowook immediately felt his head ache. "Sungmin," he said, very slowly, "it's just a broken doll."
"It's not just a broken doll," Sungmin said, testily, and with more bite than Ryeowook had ever heard from him in his fits, "it's my mother's porcelain doll."
"They were very expensive ones, too," Kyuhyun said, solemnly, as he bent over to gather the larger pieces in his palm, "wasn't this an heirloom?"
"Don't," Ryeowook said, but the warning came belatedly, as the edge of one of the pieces scratched Kyuhyun's finger, opening a tiny wound. It was always the smallest ones that hurt the most, Ryeowook thought, dismayed, "come on, we should get that disinfected."
"Ryeowook," Sungmin said, sounding hurt at Ryeowook's indifference, "don't you get it?"
"No, Sungmin," Ryeowook said, grabbing Kyuhyun's wrist to steer him back inside, "I don't. And don't touch it, I'll sweep it up later, okay?"
"How did anyone get inside?" Kyuhyun muttered, still looking back at Sungmin's form. Sungmin didn't bother to hide the glare he aimed at Kyuhyun, and Ryeowook would have yelled at him for it if he'd seen it.
"Did you forget to lock the door again?" Ryeowook said, ever the level-headed one, and Kyuhyun bit the inside of his cheek.
"I'm not sure," Kyuhyun said, yelping when Ryeowook pushed him inside the bathroom with force, "I. I don't remember closing the door after I fell asleep on the couch."
"May I remind you that this is your fault?" Ryeowook said, the gentleness of his tone belying the way he'd doused Kyuhyun's wound with alcohol, "you're going to have to make it up to him, you know."
"I know," Kyuhyun said, wincing, "but you have to remember to be gentle to him, too, Ryeowookie."
"I don't need you to tell me that," Ryeowook laughed, but acknowledged it all the same with some embarrassment. He'd forgotten what it was to feel dependent on Sungmin in such a short amount of time, and he supposed he could blame it on Kyuhyun and the feelings of protectiveness he'd stirred in Ryeowook.
Over breakfast, Sungmin, to Ryeowook's surprise, insisted on keeping tabs on the near-daily threats they had begun to receive on their property. Kyuhyun and Ryeowook exchanged glances, but didn't object to Sungmin's proposition.
I go where I roam, the radio sang. Ryeowook patted Sungmin's hand under the table, brushing his thumb against the soft skin of Sungmin's palm.